Thursday, August 27, 2009

i don't know why i took Madan Sarup's intro to post-structuralism and postmodernism from my book shelf last night... and i've spent all day today cuddled with it in the back patio in steaming heat scribbling notes, chuckling at times (as these texts sometimes give me cause to...)

maybe it's because i needed to refresh my memory a bit since i feel i've been on a hiatus from academic reads. and i suspect that it's also because i want to be able to articulate a response to folks who say that the proponents of indigenous discourses, like Sikolohiyang Pilipino (including the babaylan tradition), are merely nostalgic for a past/lost innocence/precolonial longings for wholeness, etc. but as much as i want to engage in critiquing the critics, there is a part of me that resists the project. i feel that the work i am called to do has less to do with defending my/our work or responding to criticisms.

yet a part of me also wants to feel grounded intellectually...an embodied cognition, that is.

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