Posts tagged sports
I am a runner with a stolen voice.
i am learning more every day how to choose my words carefully. it is an odd and difficult task. examining the jokes, cliches, motivational words of encouragement for traces of hierarchies and oppositions. it is an odd and difficult task to see the ways in which we occupy language and how language occupies us. to move amongst it responsibility.
this isn’t the space to wade into more in depth discussions of hermeneutics or literary theory or linguistic philosophy…but, it is a space to get (even if briefly) more deeply into athletics. every day i move through and use this language.
don’t be a pussy
man up
attack
use your balls
be a man
that’s fucking gay
these ritual phrases have genders. they have bodies. they hold up dominant ways of thinking. they have politics. they have power. according to these figures to be a man is to be a winner. to be a winner is to be militaristic, violent. to be a woman is to be a loser. to be a woman is to be weak. to win is to be a heterosexual, agressive, masculine figure.
don’t get me wrong. i like to win. i use these words. they are comfortable. i don’t always do what i should. i like to be comfortable. but what do I endorse in my easy comfort? what do I ignore?
Poll
the funny thing about tumblr is you never know how many people are reading your blog…so who knows if this question will be answered but imma ask it anyways.
What do you think athlete’s contribute to society?
I’ve already got my answer but what’s yours?
the gentlemen are racing today in Lehigh for Paul Short. It’s a big D1 meet in PA and I know they are going to do great.
I’ve stayed back in order to train more consistently. I’ve been out due to sickness. It’s hard to stay home and go to class when I want to be in the trenches but that’s the game sometimes.
I’s on the prize eyes is.
(Source: runnersfeed.com)
a defender of the impossible streak… and soon we will toast the pain with laughter… it is nothing.
what the thunder said.
suddenly it was dark.
dark and electric, not dark and oppressive.
important difference.
it was more like the atmosphere was leaner. not so heavy, but agressive.
the wind cracking the old trees while the young ones bent in resistance.
we continued. disregarding what the thunder said.
“yeehaw!”
the breeze was cool and refreshing -
dry water on the back of my neck,
the faraway smell of rain.
“damn, that was some pathetic fallacy out there.”
“fucking Shakespearean.”
