Sunday, February 12, 2017

breakfast at melon-y


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Yerba Buena Center for the Arts poses a question to Bay Area artists, January 2016:

"If you could begin to DESIGN FREEDOM, what would you make or do?
OR
How do you get free?
OR
What is your 21st century abolitionist issue?
OR
What grand gestures do we need to create to drive us to the future we imagine? 

Feel FREE to be bold, provocative or make trouble here."
© 2016 KM Fikes
(*original copyrights reserved for Breakfast at Tiffany motion picture opening still & Josephine Baker portrait*)



Til our next 'post', feast upon produce in season...



a clever as compassionate critique
on the implausibility of
POSTness 

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melon on the march

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Humming a Doobie Bros. anthem, 'women' are "takin' it to the streets".  Does the urgency of the moment render intersectionality mute or contrarily, perhaps, blare 'inclusion' thru a bullhorn?

Angela Peoples holding sign (Kevin Banatte)


Juicy!  Won't even ask what flavor of the lollipop as one assumes or appropriates H2Omelon.  Divisive or descriptive?  Ye tell me, most gentlesoulfolk.  If Power needs Truth to speak to it, this image may "be worth a thousand words" in three selfies and one click lick. 

One ponders further as one's aim is not to isolate, infuriate, but rather engage that loftiest of goals: altruistic enlightenment.  May bulbs light it up, yo.  Pop on 'over our heads'.  Yet any mindset, be it pussy-capped-clueless or melon-scented-n'-'sucker'-sugar-rushed, must be accounted for and present.  Showing up.  Fully.  All of me - right along wit' ye - in a collective, cohesive 'we'.

With HER head & arms chopped off, Nike of Antiquity speaks - at once - to invisibility of ethnic-Other-ed, XX-chromo agents, as well as alludes to alleged, Dominate Cult, cis feminist focus on body parts to the exclusion of societal structures under which all bodies - barely 'whole' - must navigate.  Granted, Goddess Nike's origins are Greek.  A fact embraced for the very purpose of this post as well as all due accolades to Lesbos, Greece.  Her residents are literally the very Olympian Mount heroes rescuing drowned refugees despite their own Austerity woes.  Humanity at its height.  Ergo, in honor, hey, one presents the following image - for the next protest: 

 

The epitomes commercial logo, Nike's 'swoosh,' was designed in 1971 by Carolyn Davidson, then a design student at - likely liberal - Portland State University.  The unknown apparel company couldn't afford to pay much so they...eh-hem...gave her stock in their venture.  With Nike, the Goddess of Victory, as a guide, she focused on what was left of the original statue: a woman's unbroken wing.  In 'movement'.  Gotta dig all that back story.

Ay, eva the back.  Even farther for some?  The wind behind that winged back.  Too oft deemed an ill wind for her bluster.  Blunt as the brunt or the forefront of Oppression.  All whilst sequestered to the corners of Resistance.  Ick-a-bods. Headless Pegasuswomen do what we do: just fly by night to fright.  Fear, though, is far from our intent.  So far that we no longer make it our bidness if any are scared.  We haunt.  We haunt for the same reason that any phantom presence does.  When between the realms of apparition and Nike 'air' apparent, haunting forces remembrance of the past, recalibration of the present, and revolution in the future.  We haunt.  We haunt unripe-melon-pink yarn in knitting needles.  Every thread (laid) bare?  Pearl Purl one; spook two.



a clever as compassionate critique
on the implausibility
of POSTness


Til our next 'post', feast upon produce in season...


© 2017 KM Fikes 
© 2017 h2omeloncholy@blogspot.com 

Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from KM Fikes is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to KM Fikes & h2omeloncholy@blogspot.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.  No excerpt or link may be used for monetary compensation.