Various forms of privilege affect our propensity towards rage and how we choose to use our anger, whether it remains expressed as fake sympathy and solidarity in a cocktail conversation kind of way or whether it actually attempts to perform change. The machinery of capitalism is geared towards distracting us from our own feelings, which means half the time we’re functioning on autopilot mode, unable to make the time to empathise with the struggles of another because we’re so busy going through the motions of our own day, battling traffic, sexism, inflation, and job insecurity.

Anger is loaded with information and energy, Audre Lorde wrote in “The Uses of Anger”, an essay I like to share with my students alongside another marvellous text by her, “Poetry Makes Something Happen,” which binds poetry, thus art, to activism and to embodied living and feeling. She writes: “How many of us feel these tragedies as our own? Yet we are intimately and vitally involved with them. How many of us recognise that they will continue to re-occur until we act, until we use our power, whoever and wherever we are, against these horrors? There is no separate survival.”

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I have been thinking about what it means to step out of the autopilot mode and really think about what occupies our consciousness. Many of us are driven by the pursuit of aspirational lifestyles. We want to be able to eat at fancy restaurants and take holidays at Instagrammable locations or save up to buy apartments either as investments or to live in, and we’re often so busy with these preoccupations, we are not aware of how the rug is being pulled from under our feet. We have the audacity to believe that what is destroying the livelihoods of coastal fisherwomen in Karnataka has nothing to do with us; until it floods, or the seas regurgitate dead fish at low tide.

There is brevity to our outrage, because capitalism ensures that we do not have the time to interpret our feelings as anger, and then to sustain them long enough to actually make poetry out of it. What if, instead, we began, slowly, and carefully, to do the radical and revolutionary work of fostering and nurturing communities. This could involve beginning a reading circle for feminist texts, or initiate support groups to discuss toxic masculinities, or meeting once a week with like-minded people to think more critically around issues, or doing the relevant research and donating to organisations actually involved in on-the-ground transformations. It’s easy to share a story on Instagram and feel good about this finger-tip activism. It’s a lot more challenging, however, to actually embody the change we desire to see. 

Deliberating on the life and times of Everywoman, Rosalyn D’Mello is a reputable art critic and the author of A Handbook For My Lover. She tweets @RosaParx
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