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It is a revolutionary idea to share a space, which first requires asking permission. I notice how much of human behavior is to not respect the space of who you want to engage with or rather, take from. We take on this invasive tendency also in the form of encroaching and taking advantage of cultures, commodifying their lives, products and resources, with this whole sense of ownership, which seems to be the crux of white supremacy as well as general masculine energy.

Historically, the space we inhabit is of a woman. It starts from when we are in the womb, quite literally the first space we occupy. Is it any wonder that the deep disregard and violence towards women occurs as a perpetual expression of this first impulse we all possess as humans to occupy a woman then rip her apart.

Like rapper Chael Blinyas BLK Hole lyric, cause off rip, she got ripped off, the idea of a supreme male God who single-handedly created everything is a direct act of erasure on the role of the feminine side of life and is the root of disrespect towards women. In plain sight humanity has failed to cite its source.

I have been hosting a virtual poetry workshop series over the past couple months, the most recent installment themed Making Sense of Space. Together we explored space in different aspectsouter space, as in black holes and NASA, which seems to come foremost in our minds when we consider space, as well as space in terms of where we occupy and the space created when we experience loss in our lives.

This idea of the infinite void can feel at once hopeless and hopeful. While black holes could delete the universe, they also store information like the ultimate hard drive, they are like holograms in that everything inside is projected on its event horizon (Why Black Holes Could Delete the UniverseThe Information Paradox) We are projections directed towards an endless wall, a moving picture whirring constant, so we turn as much as we can, spinning the wheel, wondering how did we get here. And like the drive-in movie experience, we may discover that arriving in a space, the act of coming, is best when involving both of us.

Projection No.2 - First Showing

I got in trouble for letting the visitors write on my walls

we lived in Ichi-ban Tower which means first if it's all in order

the aftermath of when my mother invited people over to discuss world peace I should have watched the other kids closer

my room, my responsibility

a mistake I would be blamed and punished with a ruler measured in whats used to count distance everywhere but where I live

Ive been told Im in my own little world

an attempt to exhibit our first graffiti,watch how we leave our marks without apology

it's possible I may have even encouraged it

if we reflect the universe, it is her space and you enter

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Tampa poet Yuki Jackson reflects on the revolutionary and complicated concept of sharing and respecting space - Creative Loafing Tampa