Abstract
From one writer to another:
Writing is often a therapeutic release for me. Being able to encounter my own words, as well as the words of others, has helped form the contours of my thinking and my ability to name. When I write, I am able to describe my experiences and my truths, but these words alone cannot help me live my convictions. In this sense, as a writer, the act of writing fails me. When we write, we dis-embody our beliefs. That is, we must take our beliefs from our body and bind them to the page. No longer fluid and adaptable, but immutable symbols fixed in time. Symbols to be summoned upon when needed in the future—much like we summon upon our gadgets to tell us where to go. Many of us in the industrial world have lost our sense of direction and ability to navigate, preferring to surrender our spatial and geographic awareness to technology. We offload our sense of belonging, our sense of place, and, in doing so, we literally outsource our ancestral ability to read the land, the sea, the weather. Similarly, writing externalizes our innate and experiential sense of being and knowing. When we release words onto the page—without continuing to embody and practice—we lose our internal compass. Without care, writing creates windows of forgetting because we no longer need to live our beliefs. Our ancestors knew that the power of the word lives in the call, not the page. When we call out, we speak our life, our breath, into the life of another. In this exchange, our life energies blend and create a synergy of movements that give form to our collective futures. I submit this ‘blank’ page as an offering. May this blank page blanket us as we continue to breathe life in ways ink cannot capture.
With love,
simple ant
Recommended Citation
ant, s. (2025). untitled, unmastered.. Black Educology Mixtape "Journal", 3(1). Retrieved from https://repository.usfca.edu/be/vol3/iss1/21