WELCOME TO...Grits, Grit, & Glitter!
What does that mean anyways?
It means fresh and new. Green. No. It’s not spring. But there’s a reason to get excited.
The Holidays bring rich thoughts and experiences with them. Tinsel is sparkling. Egg nog is in stores. Wrapping paper shimmers.
Poinsettias, glimmering lights and warm, glowing candles plus all the public displays of Technicolor without the Technicolor.
Thundersnows—at least on the east coast this year—leave sheets of glittering snow (and ice)…all around. The season is too beautiful for words (if you don’t think about the shoveling/slipping parts). That’s the Glitter.
Families will trek through airports, stuff themselves in Amtraks and Greyhounds the nation over trying to soothe those things only home can. Be it with some auntie’s sweet potato pie. Some mama’s macaroni & cheese. Some grandmother’s knowing. That’s the grits.
And whether life is kicking you in the pants right now or it isn’t yet, all this aesthetic overload is here to drown out your pity partying in the name of seasonal sales and holiday cheer. Nearly 16% Black and Brown unemployment or not (20-plus in Detroit), capitalisticexploitationofChristianbeliefs or not.
That’s the grit.
And that’s the reason I love the irony of ‘cinema’ (to sound o’fishull [sic] and random).
At its purest, it’s about the story. And at the heart of every story is conflict. No matter how great or small. At its simplest, it’s about beauty. Aesthetics. Beautiful pictures. Beautiful actors. Beautiful effects. Beautiful sounds. Beautiful struggles.
Cinema should come naturally to people of color.
Even so, we who have learned to eat stories and grow generations, self-medicate with them in song, verse, riddle, rhyme and prayer—we’re often hard-pressed to find that gift honored and reverenced in or by mainstream on any size screen. I don’t profess bytwenty8 to be that place. But I hope I’ll get you at least as provincially ravenous for people of color film/tv and so-called third cinema as I am.
Welcome to bytwenty8!
Hope you like yo’ gif’!!!!
Families will trek through airports, stuff themselves in Amtraks and Greyhounds the nation over trying to soothe those things only home can. Be it with some auntie’s sweet potato pie. Some mama’s macaroni & cheese. Some grandmother’s knowing. That’s the grits.
And whether life is kicking you in the pants right now or it isn’t yet, all this aesthetic overload is here to drown out your pity partying in the name of seasonal sales and holiday cheer. Nearly 16% Black and Brown unemployment or not (20-plus in Detroit), capitalisticexploitationofChristianbeliefs or not.
That’s the grit.
And that’s the reason I love the irony of ‘cinema’ (to sound o’fishull [sic] and random).
At its purest, it’s about the story. And at the heart of every story is conflict. No matter how great or small. At its simplest, it’s about beauty. Aesthetics. Beautiful pictures. Beautiful actors. Beautiful effects. Beautiful sounds. Beautiful struggles.
Cinema should come naturally to people of color.
Even so, we who have learned to eat stories and grow generations, self-medicate with them in song, verse, riddle, rhyme and prayer—we’re often hard-pressed to find that gift honored and reverenced in or by mainstream on any size screen. I don’t profess bytwenty8 to be that place. But I hope I’ll get you at least as provincially ravenous for people of color film/tv and so-called third cinema as I am.
Welcome to bytwenty8!
Hope you like yo’ gif’!!!!
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