Relics From The Future

temporal distortions, and time travel are the focus of ReBrand The Past.  This piece  is experienced primarily through logs, artifacts, and reports from Mami Commander Svaha Irie, an Antiquity Retrieval Agent for the Bureau of Antiquity Data Alleging Sociopathy Syndrome (BADASS). 

Around 3010, White Plight swept across the world causing the extinction of all persons considered White.  What would happened if all persons considered to be White where suddenly no longer?   What kind of society would emerge?  What about technology?  How would Black people navigate the modern digital divide?

The Bureau and the Timestream Authorities speculate that White Plight was the cause of a genetic mutation which tried to correct for an inherent sociopathy that predisposed Whites toemotionally alter reality in their favor.  Others believe the Matters Movement successfully developed and deployed a highly targeted biological weapon.  The Whites became extinct through sterility or illness.
The period immediately following White Plight is called Renewal.  Through the creation of alternative technologies and by Memory Transfer Sessions done by trained Egunographers, more is being learned.  It has become even more important to understand more about Renewal because pockets of Whites have been discovered and seem to be dangerous. The Bureau have sent agents back to make a determination of whether this should be allowed.  Should there be an intervention in the Timestream to prevent White Plight? Should specimens be collected for a Living Genetic Library?

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She Dreams

She Dreams is a carry over character from She Diva Died. & Come Again? The collaborative video I did with  Windafire was her reassertion that she still had stories to tell.  She is narrating many of the videos which a part of this project.

Mis Abuelas - Origin

This poem was written as the first Abuelas formed themselves in my hands. 
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mis abuelas have no mouths 
if they spoke I could not understand 
they say screen 

door creak open forks 
seal the empanada shut
dance frijoles 

saffron stained
rice a child’s percussive feet 
on stairs laughing peek-a-boo
peering through cloud curtains

milk nippled  skin 
knees labia
pollera flapping

​some nonsense.

Reconciling The Truth

It is as if when I unearth these relics, they speak their stories. Sometimes I enjoy the tales they tell. Sometimes they make me squeamish and uncomfortable.   Take this conversation for example.

Me: You’re a funny one.  Who are you?
Abuela SYCM: Shut Your Cunt Mouth.
Me: What?
Abuela SYCM: I am Shut Your Cunt Mouth.
Me: No. That is not what I am calling you.
Abuela SYCM: Then you be a liar.
Me: Okay. What did your Mama call you?
Abuela SYCM: She didn’t.
Me: Surely your Mama called you something.
Abuela SYCM: I didn’t have no Mama.
Me: Oh. Hmmm.  No Mama?
SYCM: I was born. I was sold.  Now, say it.
Me: Say what?
Abuela SYCM: Say my name so I am remembered.
Me: I don’t know if I can.
Abuela SYCM: You sure fixed between saying and doing.
Me: What do you mean?
Abuela SYCM: You called me. You noisemakin ‘bout recalling. And when you don’t like the memory, you be like all those what buried us in forget.
Me: Shut Your Cunt Mouth.  
Abuela SYCM: See? Say ~ Do ain’t all that rough.


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