Saturday, September 13, 2014

The Light and the Little Girl


This is a lovely, poetic video of a little girl interacting with light, understanding the world around her. The entire film is backed with wonderful piano and strings playing delicately, and the little girl hopping and dancing around the Light as delicately as the chorus of the piano keys. The Light is as if a character came to life, playfully running away from the girl. 

This short can speak differently to different people. The Light may be seen as hope, innocence, dreams, etc. To me, the Light is as if love. When the girl first encounters the Light, it is warm, beautiful, wondrous and magical. We can see her little feet dancing on the wooden floor, her fingers trailing the edges of the teacup under the light, her eyes marveling at the glimmering of dust as she blows them into the air. As she realizes that the magical is slipping away, she tries capturing it, but in vain. Nothing really stays in life. When the girl unravels the mason jar from the bunched up blanket, audience could see the spark in her eyes extinguished. The magical couldn't stay, and the magical turns out to be the plain ordinary.  

The playful and whimsical undertones of the short depict the wild imaginations of a child. But the quiet ending also depicts the realization of the worldly limits and the loss of innocence of a child; as in the final scene, the girl's eyes, despite seeing the glorious morning rays shining through the windows, has dimmed into a dull stare. Her excitement, dead; heart, broken.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Jasmine Mans' 'I Know You Didn't Mean to Kill Him'


The more I watch Jasmine Mans' spoken word performances, the more I am mesmerized by her words and her energy. I was just as awe-struck seeing 'I Know You Didn't Mean to Kill Him' as I was the first time I saw 'Dear Ex-Lover'. Her passion in her voice and the tone she employs as she presents her unique mix of words have created this raw and naked power that shake people's hearts.

She begins her poem with the Amadou Diallo shooting in 1999, and followed up with the Sean Bell shooting in 2006. She then describes passionately, the problems society face today. The police brutality, the racial profiling, the gangs, the hoods and the guns...These issues and problems still hold true now, with the Ferguson Michael Brown shooting, as they were true back in 1999, perhaps even way back till hundreds of years ago, and who knows, perhaps in the future too.

So many instances in her performance and in her words have tugged hard at my heartstrings, and it is way too long, to list them all out. But a few of my favorite lines goes,

But I know, I know black mothers don't breed hate and sin to their first born men, 
just as much as I know she did not choose for him to be a martyr for them.
You can never tell the difference between the mother of the murdered
and the mother of the murderer. 
Both shook in solemn, both eyes and memory blue in tint, both lost their grips
when they lost their sons; developed a stutter in their palms.
One became scared of her shadow, while the other just became one.

Babies, are all born plain paper. And I wonder what have gotten to them, have eaten away their souls, may that be fear, desire, power, or what not, to have made them murderers, to have made them pull the triggers. And I just like Mans, I wonder, have those murderers thought of the pain and disappointment their mothers would live with, and the loss of world the mother of the dead will be in? I couldn't imagine, and I raise the same question.

"Boy, where'd you get all that hate from? All that culture from? 
All them damn guns, them damn guns from?"

Mans seem to believe that it is society that have brought them to this. And I do agree with her mostly. People growing up in the hood might have never been given enough. They might have grown up in difficult situations; with injustice, with society pinning names and shame and danger on the steps of their doors, their neighborhood. Indeed, like Mans has said, 

This world has given them nothing at all to lose,
and everything to prove, so they stand on the front lines, 
naked, ready to make a man out of themselves,
with the only tools click clack this world
has never given a nigga to use.

This poem, is ultimately a poem of forgiveness. For Mans understands and forgives and prays for those who'have made chalk outlines of so many of my (her) childhood friends'. This poem is a powerful piece that raises and discusses the subjects of violence, hate, love and forgiveness. Mans have indeed produced some piece of work.


See full transcript here: http://lit.genius.com/Jasmine-mans-i-know-you-didnt-mean-to-kill-him-annotated