It is a little warm, not as humid as expected, every night theres a cool breeze - I've the better deal here than if I'd stayed home during summer.
I'm a lot happy, a little overwhelmed.
I've shot 2 spoken word videos which will hopefully see the light of day in a couple of months - the Cambodian based, Japanese director Masahiro Sugano begins a 2 month US tour of (his) Studio Revolt's documentary Cambodian son in a day so we'll get to the videos eventually. Video still below so you get a sneak peek.
Masahiro and his wife, the interdisciplinary artist and arts administrator (my words) Anida Yoeu Ali and their three little people have welcomed me both professionally and socially with wide open arms. Won't forget that Fam.
Phnom Penh, along the way we added the like minded to our culture-addicted retinue.
I had a major question to answer in coming here but I think the question has in a lot of ways changed and my original response is rendered obsolete.
The space has asked a few things of me that I have attempted to give/into. But I still cross motorbike riddled streets with greater caution than is exhibited by the amazingly decisive locals.
As a Motswana living primarily in Botswana I have always occupied a position of social power - I am in the majority, local, black, somewhat articulate in the two languages of academic and commercial authority. I didn't see another black person until my third day in Phnom Penh. But on some level I choose these temporary departures from home ground and because my collective memory and ...approach to race is shaped by my national historical context and my social vantage point I am at home navigating temporarily through ...difference.
'Be warned some will exoticise you' was emailed pre-trip as a friendly warning. 'Pretty lady' which I assume is standard attention grabbing stuff, got yelled at me at least thrice on my second day here. A group of children froze then shrieked excitedly all at once but there were cameras around and they must have mistakenly thought I was some hitherto unknown famous celebrity :). Another lot of children touched my hair and frowned or giggled - my position regarding children is clear, I will never shame one for their curiosity. I will rather find time to engage, to instruct on the basics of etiquette -ask before you touch - to demystify this hair that stays coiled like rope when 'mine needs rubbers at the end to hold' :)
The reading I participated in at Java Cafe was one of the best spaces I've stepped into in a while, that had a lot to do with who I shared the stage with and how beautifully the audience's engagement framed the entire night.
I'm here for a short while longer, I've taken a few things off my pre-planned itinerary and I've decided that I will (inshallah, god willing, knock on wood etc) return to this space before too, too long.
What did I expect before coming to Cambodia? Some of what I've seen and a lot that I've had to re-imagine; which always makes for a great trip. I am taking some thing home with me, time will tell if it takes root and what becomes of it.
I had a little bit of work to do for the Sylt Foundation which concerns itself with building networks across the world and with facilitating residencies and translating and publishing various African writers in German. I'm more than happy with the conversations we've had thus far.
A city of many faces - under perpetual physical and social construction: contested spaces, wealth and poverty, backpackers, tourists who never left, exiled Khmer-Americans painfully navigating their (re)new(ed) idea of home, more NGOs per capita than the number of annual rice harvests, very fixed ideas about one's station in life, gorgeous sunsets, plenty tuk tuks, unsupervised children selling jasmine flowers long after dark, fantastic food, petite local girls in the company of foreign men likely to have been their own fathers' baby-sitters, a tenuous co-existence between national memory and what passes for moving past it, and of course various artists working to occupy and reshape these spaces in the national psyche.
|constant (re)construction of the city|
|the day market|
|playing my position as a tourist|
|catch PBS's Cambodian made Verses in Exile series online|