Hi Orla (from the couch in the same room). Also as a self-proclaimed romantic I absolutely adore the way you described your relationship to the real and not-real, is pessimism truly a more accurate representation of the lowercase t truth? I do find it interesting because the earth is characterized as a woman in most cultures and I do think that to deny a sort of essentialism about womanhood is a dangerous path to go on, how can you look at the earth and not see abundance and nurturing yet passion and rage, just like a woman? I think your self-critism about being the primary audience is so genuine. I do think that romanticism in Valcarcel is misguided, but I don't think that romanticism itself if from an Indigenous voice should be disreagarded. And on the note of the living culture, I am critical of the notion that Indigenous peoples are not representative the moment they put pen into paper.
"This could be misconstrued as delusion, but I want to argue it’s because I’m a romantic." There are a number of concepts that are related, but it would be interesting to see the differences between them: delusion and fantasy. For example, is it possible to see a landscape outside the fantasies of Romanticism? If Valcárcel's text is enclosed in a Romantic vision, is there the possibility of undoing indigeneity from there?
I enjoyed your reflection and questioning throughout the blog. To be able to identify oneself within the texts we are reading because as tourists we are constantly out of place. As someone who is often identified as a Cuban man by Annie, I'm also a prime candidate for this trope. Authenticity is illusive. Who are we to judge?
Hi Orla (from the couch in the same room). Also as a self-proclaimed romantic I absolutely adore the way you described your relationship to the real and not-real, is pessimism truly a more accurate representation of the lowercase t truth? I do find it interesting because the earth is characterized as a woman in most cultures and I do think that to deny a sort of essentialism about womanhood is a dangerous path to go on, how can you look at the earth and not see abundance and nurturing yet passion and rage, just like a woman? I think your self-critism about being the primary audience is so genuine. I do think that romanticism in Valcarcel is misguided, but I don't think that romanticism itself if from an Indigenous voice should be disreagarded. And on the note of the living culture, I am critical of the notion that Indigenous peoples are not representative the moment they put pen into paper.
"This could be misconstrued as delusion, but I want to argue it’s because I’m a romantic." There are a number of concepts that are related, but it would be interesting to see the differences between them: delusion and fantasy. For example, is it possible to see a landscape outside the fantasies of Romanticism? If Valcárcel's text is enclosed in a Romantic vision, is there the possibility of undoing indigeneity from there?
Hi Orla,
I enjoyed your reflection and questioning throughout the blog. To be able to identify oneself within the texts we are reading because as tourists we are constantly out of place. As someone who is often identified as a Cuban man by Annie, I'm also a prime candidate for this trope. Authenticity is illusive. Who are we to judge?