Augusto Boal died May 2 and for thematic purposes in this blog, as well as for my own research and life, I should have paid far more attention to him than I did while he was alive.
I would like to drop everything and study Augusto Boal, but I must not. In his honor I now make an appointment to do this in the future, but to stay my rocky course now.
In the past month and a half I have had trouble defending my time and space from people — friendly people, I might add — who find these things pleasant and would like to use them. Wresting them out of the hands of others is often a true battle, and I am exhausted.
This, of course, afforded me yet another new illumination on Reeducation, namely that I was struggling with it over my time and space as well as my identity.
I note that if one even engages in such a struggle, one has already lost it. You have to banish the cop in your head as Boal and others have called it, and take what is yours without permission.
That, of course, is what women are taught not to do. But we can do it.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 