I am becoming my mother: (post)diaspora, local entanglements and entangled locals

I am becoming my mother: (post)diaspora, local entanglements and entangled locals
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我正在成为我的母亲:(后)侨民、当地纠葛和当地人的纠葛

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10.1080/17528631.2020.1751411
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2020
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An International Journal
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借鉴洛娜古迪逊1986年的诗“我正在成为我的母亲”的感觉,自我转移的方法,量子理论对纠缠的简要见解,本文凝视到我自己的伯明翰童年(我的母亲同年去世)的家庭照片的静态视觉效果,推动(后)散居的一个更纠结的概念。我用这种高度个人化的纠结来质疑最近的学术文献中对后散居的三种令人不安的解脱方式:作为从移民到散居再到后散居的目的论运动的高潮;作为散居责任和汇款的缓慢减弱的拉力;以及作为一种使与健忘和不负责任的散居者的联系过时和脱钩的手段。最终,这篇文章推动了一个更深刻的物质和个人纠缠的版本(后)散居。
Drawing on the sensory, self-shifting approach of Lorna Goodison’s 1986 poem ‘I am becoming my mother’, and on quantum theory for brief insights into entanglement, this article gazes into the still visualities of family photographs of my own Birmingham childhood (my mother died that same year) to push towards a more entangled conception of (post)diaspora. I use this highly personal entanglement to take issue with three troublingly disentangled ways in which postdiaspora has been imagined in recent academic literature: as the culmination of a teleological movement from migrant to diaspora to post-diaspora; as the slowly weakening pull of diasporic responsibilities and remittances; and as a means to archaise and de-link from ties to a forgetful and irresponsible diaspora. Ultimately, the article pushes towards a more deeply materially and personally entangled version of (post)diaspora.
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