In Eloghosa Osunde’s column熔化时钟，她分开了超现实的时间和感官。

Eloghosa Osunde,At the Beach in Your Dream，2020年，混合媒体。

如果你真的想到它，我们都在巨人字典里面升起。我们知道的社会只是一个共享定义的集合。谁是正常的？什么是美？谁是罪犯？什么是女人？什么是男人？什么是好爱情？什么是性别？什么是公平的？ Who is holy? What is evil? The more you agree with the definitions you’ve been given, the more you belong. The more you belong, the farther away you are from punishment. And you want to be safe in this scary place, don’t you? So you do what you’re应该要做，你避免了导致痛苦的东西。你也不希望孤独，你，所以你相信这个规则：没有什么，除了定义的行之外，你没有任何东西。当你很少的时候，你被告知了这一点，你的问题会让你陷入困境，你是谁和意志总是be too small to challenge a meaning. You’re just one person and this is how it works: society decides, you obey. But is that true? Seeing as many of us are alive on the outskirts of definitions, seeing as that’s the address that saved some of our lives, the place where we watch our safeties spring out of the ground, it’s clear that whatever was defined can be redefined. Whatever was written by a person for a people, can be edited by a person or a people. We’re proof. What is society, anyway? It’s an anthology of someones. We make it up. We have always made it up.

Art making is my strongest argument for redefinition, because nothing shows you the lie of impossibility and the multiplicity of worlds better than a body of work standing where once there was nothing. You don’t know how to turn Something into Something Else? Listen to what a remix does to a song: how in非洲女士, an ADM remix, TMXO lays Masego’s music over a Lagbaja sample, rubbing two worlds against each other until they spark a three-minute-fifty-seconds long fire. Listen to the红热+骚乱专辑以纪念Fela的音乐，并进入Meshell Ndegeocello，Manu Dibango，Sade Adu，Kelis，Common，Tony Allen和D'Angelo的房间被邀请到同一个众议院。或者看JanelleMonáeDirty Computer并注意到你持续太紧的世界归结在另一个现实中。看希腊电影狗屎and remember how you were taught to see; see how every manipulation has its genesis in language, how language reshapes the cornea and whatever stands before it. ReadThe Memory Police作者：YōkoOgawa并注册了对前提熟悉的内容;你以前见过哪里？这很奇怪，不是，知道我们记得的是合作。查找所有五个混音到Rema的“Dumebi”[破坏，主要的Lazer，Henry Fong，Becky G，Matoma]。所有这些Unalike分支，从同一棵树中生长。你认为语言是在石头中设置的吗？聆听尼日利亚使用Pidgin-A Genius组成将一个人讨论自己英语的兄弟圈。严格的二进制文件和流派是真实的，直到你看DJ Moma玩纽约俱乐部或DJ Aye播放拉古斯之夜。技术上是这样的东西应该是不可能的大陆将你带到同一个舞池上，那个声音会议这个合成器，低音吉他自由落下的古代鼓的深咕噜声—but there you are, all of a sudden, thinking, Wait, who said these things can’t belong together?Read More

In Eloghosa Osunde’s column熔化时钟，她分开了超现实的时间和感官。

Naudline Pierre,Lead Me Gently Home，2019年，油画上的油，96 x 120“。照片：Paul Takeuchi。

When I say the name Heaven, someone I love answers me through two realms and a time machine. It doesn’t matter where our bodies are in the world, what distance separates us, or what headlines are going on about, I say that name and we appear elsewhere. When we rechristened each other recently, we gave and received three names each. They call me [redacted] or [redacted] or [redacted] and the world stops. I call them Heaven or [redacted] or [redacted] and the Earth’s core shifts. All six of our names have different emotional hefts for me, but I suppose Heaven carries a particular weight. There were borders between us when I chose the name, so they didn’t see the choice in real time, but they know my why. They cried, too, when they first heard it, because they know what this word means to me.

There was a time when I was obsessed with staying saved and helping loved ones get on the road to heaven. I called that love. That level of conviction gave me something to live for, but after I released it, I realized the obsession added indelible bass to my anxiety. Sometimes, when I get still enough, I can still feel the reverb thudding through me. When people die now, though, I don’t see them facing a heated binary, standing before a white light: Heaven or Hell? Instead, I close my eyes and support their spirit in what it believed. I wish for them what they wished for themselves. And beyond that: I imagine with them what they imagined for themselves, or what their spirit would have dreamed of if they weren’t afraid. It’s been this way for years: I see dead people deciding, because a sure thing I know is that every person has a spirit—whether they are awake to it or not—and our spirits have agency, so that we can cocreate our own realities with God.

But I suppose if you’re vanilla about life, the way I think and talk about death in person—openly, vocally, quasi-casually—would be considered morbid. It’s both big and small talk to me, and I do both. Even then, I (still) find myself holding back more than I would if I wasn’t scared of scaring the people I love. Now largely unplugged from religious imaginations of The Afterlife, I know what I am working toward instead. There are implications for what I see as possible beyond death, and those implications double as instructions coded onto my spirit. I accept the challenge without flailing. To get to that thing, that place—my own personal heaven—there’s work I have to do in this lifetime; there are things I have to allow to change me, because when I die, I don’t want to be wished into an eternity I did not conceive, an everlastingness I did not imagine, a heaven that cannot hold me. My loved ones know what I have agreed with God instead. I’m at peace with that.Read More

在Eloghosa Osunde的新柱上，融化时钟，她分开了超现实的时间和感官。

我的童年记忆是一个黑洞，为着名和奇迹标记的时刻和年龄节省。例如，以六岁为六岁，我学会了呼叫不是（尚未）的事情，好像他们已经是。）这是一个圣经教训，这是我的兄弟，经过多年的等待。靠在母亲口中的那些话，我夜间为双胞胎兄弟姐妹祈祷，很快就开始谈论他们，就像我已经知道他们一样。从某种意义上说，我做到了。一个，因为他们在形成的身体形成之前是真实的，因为我的要求在上帝的耳朵内部已经很酷。我被教导了关于坚持希望的希望，关于激光焦点，以及这些课程的真实性，即使在那里没有人也会抬起颈部的毛发。我用封面祈祷amen年代,让他们迅速交付;完善的愿望啊ut in my heart that stumbled into my life, already breathing. The pattern begins in my first name, directly translated to mean “it is not hard for God to do.” As in, nothing is. That name leads my head. My family took my dreams seriously, because God put the future behind my eyes often, but when the seeing got too heavy, I gave one of my many eyes back to God—the one that got visions, that put the weight of knowing on me—saying, This one is too much. Age thirteen, I believe, the year I learned that God understands consent, that They will never force anything on me for the sake of it.

精神控制身体，所以一切都在这里徘徊在这里。我从来没有丢失过这个课程，这也是一种继承，因为通过遗传密码流口水。一份礼物，如自由给出。我确实隐藏在一起，以免看起来不介意。很长一段时间，我没有任何东西想要的是正常的，就像一个人应该，要年轻，要不在不明白事情。它仍然需要释放重量普通的, of应该.

Time isn’t real, that’s true, but years are time capsules in a sense. This year just gone shook the ground, took people in numbing numbers and cost some of us more than others, because nothing is equal. At points, I experienced consistent blocks of happiness, despite the world. A big part of that was made possible by safety and the privilege of a home with a roof and walls that disconnected me from nearly everything, but the other part was a dogged refusal to believe the world I want to see isn’t born yet. It is. That’s not hope; it’s faith, which Hebrews 11 defines as the “substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen.” Twenty-twenty turned me six again, treating stories like my life, the future like the present, the present like the past; stacking surreal on top of real, time on top of time. I don’t know what it looks like from the outside. But it feels a lot like peace if you’re wearing my skin.

我一直穿着皮肤。

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