In this article, I examine how poetry serves as a form of semiotic rearrangement for those undergoing episodes of what psychiatry calls psychosis. Drawing from ethnographic fieldwork in Chennai, Tamil Nadu, I explore how poetry's capacity to hold intemporal experiences facilitates an ambiguous economics of meaning that serves as a semiotic container for supposedly disordered speech. While poetry is frequently recognized as a therapeutic tool for its expressive process, my analysis extends beyond discussions of expression, release, and meaning-making. Instead, I shift the focus toward the potential of rearrangement that gives form to the ambiguous terrain of everyday life for those experiencing episodes of psychosis. Furthermore, when exploring experiences of psychosis, traditional anthropological modes of inquiry fall short. Poetry offers anthropologists an alternative mode of ethnographic engagement—one that may foster a more ethical and intentionally opaque approach to representation, description, and relationality. The opacity of poetry may illuminate something unconcealed about anthropology itself.
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<p>Where do characters come from?</p><p>And where do characters go?</p><p>And why are they here?</p><p>So, there's like this art gallery? You know? And like a person who like…goes? To the gallery? You know?</p><p>Yes, I do know. The person drives there from their two bedroom bungalow in a 2015 Toyota Camry.</p><p>The car needed a jump this morning and their neighbor was happy to oblige; the driver was only slightly embarrassed by the Tim Horton's graveyard in the footwell of the front seat.</p><p>The person jumping the car (the “neighbor”) didn't really know which terminals on the batteries to place the cables' alligator mouths, but it worked out.</p><p>The person's name is Nicholas (not the neighbor, her name is Gertie), and they quite enjoyed their morning drive.</p><p>Nicholas was giving Gertie a ride to the town's only art museum. Gertie was an amateur needleworker and wanted to see some of the textiles. The museum wasn't much, but proportionally to the size of the town, it was quite an institution.</p><p>The oak trees lining the gallery's driveway loomed large and sentinel-esque over the Toyota as it rolled toward the golden art deco front double-doors. Gertie's leg was bouncing in anticipation, and Nicholas felt only a fart bubbling in his stomach.</p><p>Nicholas said, “Art to me always just looks like an accident, like stained linen.”</p><p>Gertie, sensing Nicholas' attitude, stopped him in the main foyer and said: “Two rules of galleries: only go where your interest takes you, and don't force anything.” Gertie gestured to the open gallery. “Take your time, or let your time take you, babe,” she laughed. Nicholas sighed.</p><p>Nick liked Gertie. They had been friends since college when they met in Chess Club. Nick didn't especially like chess either, but he knew that clubs were a good way to make friends. He didn't feel attracted to Gertie, in like a sexual way, but when he saw her doing things she liked or that she was interested in—like her needlework or taming the wild rose bushes in her house's front yard with the semi-dull clippers she had borrowed from him years ago and had never bothered to return or that he had never bothered to ask for back—in those moments, he felt a strong desire to have his attention on her.</p><p>Gertie was similarly sexually dis-attracted to Nicholas, but unlike herself, Nicholas had no real <i>spark</i> moments, no moments of sublime attention or losing himself in a project. Like once she had taken a first-year college class on Religion and Art, and when the professor was lecturing on the ecstasy exhibited in Bernini's <i>The Ecstasy of Saint Teresa</i>, she couldn't pay attention to the words he was saying but only to how his face and upturned body seemed to mirror <i>Saint Teresa's</i> blissed-out look. Gertie studied people for those echoes. But Nicholas was, for the most part (to Gertie's eyes, at least), rather dull. Dull wasn't bad, and Gertie felt safe alongside dull, but where Gertie shined occasional
人物从何而来?角色去了哪里?他们为什么在这里?那里有个艺术画廊吗?你知道吗?就像一个喜欢…的人?去画廊?你知道吗?是的,我知道。这个人开着一辆2015年的丰田凯美瑞,从他们的两居室平房开车到那里。今天早上那辆车需要加油,他们的邻居很乐意帮忙;司机只是对前座脚井里的蒂姆·霍顿的墓地感到有点尴尬。从车上跳下来的那个人(“邻居”)并不知道应该把电缆的鳄鱼嘴放在电池的哪个端子上,但他做到了。这个人的名字是尼古拉斯(不是邻居,她的名字是格蒂),他们很喜欢早上的开车。尼古拉斯开车送格蒂去镇上唯一的艺术博物馆。格蒂是一名业余针线工,她想看看这些纺织品。这个博物馆不大,但与小镇的规模相比,它是一个相当大的机构。画廊车道两旁的橡树像哨兵一样高大,笼罩着那辆驶向金色装饰艺术前门的丰田汽车。格蒂的腿在期待中跳了起来,尼古拉斯只觉得胃里有个屁在冒泡。尼古拉斯说:“对我来说,艺术总是看起来像一场意外,就像脏了的亚麻布。”格蒂觉察到了尼古拉斯的态度,在大厅里拦住了他,说:“画廊有两条规矩:只去你感兴趣的地方,不要强迫任何东西。”格蒂指了指敞开的走廊。“慢慢来,或者让时间带走你,宝贝,”她笑着说。尼古拉斯叹了口气。尼克喜欢格蒂。他们从大学开始就是朋友,是在象棋俱乐部认识的。尼克也不是特别喜欢下棋,但他知道俱乐部是交朋友的好方法。他对格蒂并没有那种性方面的吸引力,但当他看到她在做她喜欢或感兴趣的事情时——比如她做针线活,或者用她多年前从他那里借来的半钝的剪刀修剪她家前院的野玫瑰丛,这把剪刀从他那里借来,从来没有想过要回来——在那些时刻,他感到一种强烈的欲望,想把他的注意力集中在她身上。格蒂在性方面对尼古拉斯也同样不感兴趣,但与她不同的是,尼古拉斯没有真正的火花时刻,没有崇高的关注时刻,也没有全身心地投入到一个项目中。就像有一次她在大学一年级上宗教与艺术的课,当教授在讲授贝尔尼尼的《圣特蕾莎的狂喜》中所展示的狂喜时,她无法注意到他说的话,而只是注意到他的脸和翘起的身体似乎反映了圣特蕾莎幸福的样子。格蒂为了寻找回声而研究人们。但尼古拉斯,在很大程度上(至少在格蒂看来),相当迟钝。沉闷并不是坏事,格蒂和沉闷在一起感到安全,但格蒂偶尔发光的地方,尼古拉斯只有片刻的退缩。这些话并没有使他更喜欢格蒂,而是相反。也许今天,她想,也许今天他会看到一些东西。就像以前多次带格蒂去画廊时一样,尼克半仰卧在画廊那张孤零零的石凳上,光线从昏暗的天窗照到他身上。画廊里的音响效果很有趣;从尼克坐着的地方,他能听到平稳而安静的脚步声,脚步声似乎从他的身体反弹到他的耳朵里。他沉浸在坐在那里、树木、安静的走廊声音和等待的正常状态中。当什么东西刺穿了他的面纱时,他感到又叹了口气。“所以,就像,”尼克说。“你是怎么学会做事的?”尼克用肩膀轻轻推了推他们前面的画廊。格蒂有她的爱好;她称之为她的兴趣。尼克没有自己感兴趣的东西,但他确实喜欢坐下来,在周围的事物中感受一种分散的自我感。这也是一种兴趣。有时尼克怀疑自己是不是走调了。他的耳道和大脑连接正确吗?他的舌头是否正确地固定在语言中枢?他的神经起作用了吗?他正想象着嚼着格蒂的一件连帽衫上的电子狗,突然他的声音让他措手不及。我什么也没说,他抬起头来想。是的,一定是这样。在画廊深处,他听到了自己标志性的解释:该死的鹅蛋。听到鹅蛋的声音使他特别困惑,因为它似乎是从挂毯的线间发出来的,葛蒂似乎在走廊里花了最多的时间去想它。挂毯是由——哦,他管什么呢。他站起来,走到它跟前。他能感觉到格蒂在画廊里走来走去,就像他身后的Roomba机器人一样。于是,尼古拉斯第一次经历了一些事情。他的目光不仅停留在眼前的事物上;他让他们喝。他等了;这种不舒服的新感觉使他内心不安。 这就是人们所说的灵感吗?固定?他没有参谋,也不需要参谋。他觉得不舒服,但心里很平静;想把目光移开的欲望是火热的,而继续看下去的欲望是冷淡的。他心里有什么东西在动。“‘融化的眼泪’(布面油画)代表了多媒体纺织艺术的极限和人类脆弱的复杂性。”尼克对艺术的不适感在于,他觉得自己必须懂得很多才能享受艺术。墙上挂着一些愚蠢的打字卡片。他们说了很多,他知道;格蒂喜欢读这些书。在尼克看来,她似乎把更多的时间花在读卡片上,而不是研究缝纫上。每当尼克出去拿晨报时,她总是在自家草坪上喝着咖啡,称赞她的针线活。“为什么车着火了,妈妈?”尼克身边的一个孩子问妈妈,他的小脖子伸长了,想看看整个挂毯。尼克喜欢这个问题。汽车为什么着火了?他让他的眼睛在织物里陷得更深一些。他看到缝线;他看到了铬的错觉;他看到了绿色、黑色、红色、紫色。他看到了火焰。如果火不是真的火呢?“车着火了,亲爱的,因为艺术家想——”尼克不再听了。他没有真正接触到挂毯的线,却能感觉到火焰,就像地毯在燃烧一样。尼克让他的眼睛随着缝好的火焰起舞,然后放下了火焰,拖到挂毯的底部。他沿着最下面的边缘,从左到右跑着,跟着一连串的碎玻璃,听到它们丁当作响。在散发着橡胶气味的现场下面,碎片在闪闪发光的线中翻滚。他的手在刷到纺纱玻璃之前停住了。他用右手握住左手,看了看格蒂,确定她没有看见他。当他看着一样东西时,他喜欢想象格蒂会怎么看同样的东西。比如,他的后院有一棵树,他会看着这棵树,直到他那只已经死去的西班牙猎犬拉完粑粑。他想格蒂可以检查一下树皮的纹理,看看树皮的高程线是如何起落的,就像山脉之间有河流穿过一样。他从来不带格蒂到他的后院来;狗屎太多了,他都懒得收拾。他想象着格蒂现在的目光:她看到的图案在精致的针脚里断断续续地重复着;她看到了由三种颜色组成的中间框架的汽车残骸的火焰;她看到挂毯的饱和度下降,因为它到达边缘,玻璃是最不鲜艳的一面,但整体框架装置。他想格蒂也许会有点嫉妒:我有资格做这个吗?他想格蒂可能不喜欢这样,这未免有点过分,不是吗?他想格蒂也许会弯下腰来背诵那张别在挂毯右手边的小艺术家声明卡上的细节。“你认为是车撞死了人,还是车撞死了人?”格蒂在他耳边轻声说。猛然一惊,尼克意识到他错过了躺在燃烧的汽车旁的那具破碎的尸体。他觉得自己行动迟缓。格蒂怎么敢那样操之过急,尽管她知道他还在接受这一切。紧接着,他现在对这位艺术家产生了不信任。如何低劣;一具尸体在燃烧的汽车旁?耻辱深深地刺痛了他;玻璃不再刺痛他了。尼克变得更热了。尼克对格蒂的问题咕哝了一声。她经常问一些她不指望他回答的问题。格蒂有一头卷发。每次见到她,他都觉得很有趣,她的头发卷得如此完美,仿佛她对编织织物的兴趣与她头发垂下来的方式有某种联系。“你准备好走了吗?”她问墙。“除非你准备好测试这个场景,”尼克对着墙回答。他用肘撞格蒂,假装出车祸的样子。他忘了她的父母都死于车祸。她看了尼克一眼,就像他说那样。尼克掏出车钥匙,靠在墙上。格蒂摸了摸他的肩膀,退了出去。尼克能感觉到她身上的空气在他背后移动。他瞥了他们一眼,确保没有人注意到他们。他把手伸到挂毯底部,用戒指上最锋利的钥匙扯掉了一根线。他心里有什么东西松开了。如果格蒂看到了破坏行为,她没有说。他听见格蒂朝出口走去。他站了起来,最后看了一眼他从其他人那里骗来的小线,跟着她走了出去。他拨动钥匙。在停车场,他的丰田汽车轰鸣起来。一直卡在车里的CD机里的ACDC CD转了起来,他们一边开车,一边听着《Back in Black》的小夜曲。格
{"title":"Co-creating real fictional characters: Virtual ethnofabulation","authors":"Elliott Tilleczek, Wesley Brunson","doi":"10.1111/anhu.70022","DOIUrl":"10.1111/anhu.70022","url":null,"abstract":"<p>Where do characters come from?</p><p>And where do characters go?</p><p>And why are they here?</p><p>So, there's like this art gallery? You know? And like a person who like…goes? To the gallery? You know?</p><p>Yes, I do know. The person drives there from their two bedroom bungalow in a 2015 Toyota Camry.</p><p>The car needed a jump this morning and their neighbor was happy to oblige; the driver was only slightly embarrassed by the Tim Horton's graveyard in the footwell of the front seat.</p><p>The person jumping the car (the “neighbor”) didn't really know which terminals on the batteries to place the cables' alligator mouths, but it worked out.</p><p>The person's name is Nicholas (not the neighbor, her name is Gertie), and they quite enjoyed their morning drive.</p><p>Nicholas was giving Gertie a ride to the town's only art museum. Gertie was an amateur needleworker and wanted to see some of the textiles. The museum wasn't much, but proportionally to the size of the town, it was quite an institution.</p><p>The oak trees lining the gallery's driveway loomed large and sentinel-esque over the Toyota as it rolled toward the golden art deco front double-doors. Gertie's leg was bouncing in anticipation, and Nicholas felt only a fart bubbling in his stomach.</p><p>Nicholas said, “Art to me always just looks like an accident, like stained linen.”</p><p>Gertie, sensing Nicholas' attitude, stopped him in the main foyer and said: “Two rules of galleries: only go where your interest takes you, and don't force anything.” Gertie gestured to the open gallery. “Take your time, or let your time take you, babe,” she laughed. Nicholas sighed.</p><p>Nick liked Gertie. They had been friends since college when they met in Chess Club. Nick didn't especially like chess either, but he knew that clubs were a good way to make friends. He didn't feel attracted to Gertie, in like a sexual way, but when he saw her doing things she liked or that she was interested in—like her needlework or taming the wild rose bushes in her house's front yard with the semi-dull clippers she had borrowed from him years ago and had never bothered to return or that he had never bothered to ask for back—in those moments, he felt a strong desire to have his attention on her.</p><p>Gertie was similarly sexually dis-attracted to Nicholas, but unlike herself, Nicholas had no real <i>spark</i> moments, no moments of sublime attention or losing himself in a project. Like once she had taken a first-year college class on Religion and Art, and when the professor was lecturing on the ecstasy exhibited in Bernini's <i>The Ecstasy of Saint Teresa</i>, she couldn't pay attention to the words he was saying but only to how his face and upturned body seemed to mirror <i>Saint Teresa's</i> blissed-out look. Gertie studied people for those echoes. But Nicholas was, for the most part (to Gertie's eyes, at least), rather dull. Dull wasn't bad, and Gertie felt safe alongside dull, but where Gertie shined occasional","PeriodicalId":53597,"journal":{"name":"Anthropology and Humanism","volume":"50 1","pages":""},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2025-05-22","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/epdf/10.1111/anhu.70022","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"144740384","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"OA","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"Poetry and the Caribbean: Coral Gardens, Jamaica, 2010; What Justice; Academic Tourism","authors":"J. Brent Crosson","doi":"10.1111/anhu.70020","DOIUrl":"10.1111/anhu.70020","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":53597,"journal":{"name":"Anthropology and Humanism","volume":"50 1","pages":""},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2025-05-22","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"144740385","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
This poem emerged in the confluence of my ethnographic work with plant medicines, Western herbalists, and Truong Tran's poetry. It is one attempt to represent the halting, hurting way that stories, truths, and impacts of plant medicines unfold in settler colonial contexts.
{"title":"Boneset/break","authors":"Dr. Charis Boke","doi":"10.1111/anhu.70023","DOIUrl":"10.1111/anhu.70023","url":null,"abstract":"<p>This poem emerged in the confluence of my ethnographic work with plant medicines, Western herbalists, and Truong Tran's poetry. It is one attempt to represent the halting, hurting way that stories, truths, and impacts of plant medicines unfold in settler colonial contexts.</p>","PeriodicalId":53597,"journal":{"name":"Anthropology and Humanism","volume":"50 1","pages":""},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2025-05-19","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"144740294","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
This essay traces the entangled legacies of political violence, memory, and kinship by following the life of the author's father, whose adult years unfolded under Chile's dictatorship (1973–1990). Through intimate conversations and ethnographic attention to domestic life, it explores how closeness to and eventual disillusionment with state violence sediment into everyday gestures, silences, and hauntings, composing the inheritance of dictatorship as a lived condition. As familial love and political history converge, this work considers how the shared labor of remembrance may reopen pathways for healing—and how anthropology may itself become a practice of reciprocal reckoning.
{"title":"Where war dwells","authors":"Nicolás Díaz Letelier","doi":"10.1111/anhu.70021","DOIUrl":"10.1111/anhu.70021","url":null,"abstract":"<p>This essay traces the entangled legacies of political violence, memory, and kinship by following the life of the author's father, whose adult years unfolded under Chile's dictatorship (1973–1990). Through intimate conversations and ethnographic attention to domestic life, it explores how closeness to and eventual disillusionment with state violence sediment into everyday gestures, silences, and hauntings, composing the inheritance of dictatorship as a lived condition. As familial love and political history converge, this work considers how the shared labor of remembrance may reopen pathways for healing—and how anthropology may itself become a practice of reciprocal reckoning.</p>","PeriodicalId":53597,"journal":{"name":"Anthropology and Humanism","volume":"50 1","pages":""},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2025-05-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/epdf/10.1111/anhu.70021","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"144740407","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"OA","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
The fundamental rights of people in a nation not only serve the necessities of its subjects as citizens but also as humans deserving primary self-supporting conditions. It is inevitable that these rights for the tribal communities in India are violated by external forces on a regular basis over various levels. On such a scale, violations demanding crucial counteract could include life under bonded labor systems, and forced sex workers among the tribals. The concept might be alien to many, yet the same is true for tribal and economically weaker communities across the nation. The persistence of such a system against the enforcement of the law is due to its unreachable implementation in remote areas of the state and nation. Social workers and representatives like Mahaswetha Devi, Pankaj Sekhsaria, G.N. Devi, etc., working among different societies, communities and cultures, help and represent the subjugated and marginalized in their fight for basic rights against social hierarchy, gender dominance, false accusations, etc. Many such take the help of stories and literature as a medium to fight against injustice. This article attempts to investigate a few literary representations of tribal plights and their historical and cultural evolution based on factual analysis.
{"title":"Desecrating tribal autonomy: Investigating subjugation of Indian tribes through facts and fictions","authors":"Agnisri S, Dr. S. V. Karthiga","doi":"10.1111/anhu.70015","DOIUrl":"10.1111/anhu.70015","url":null,"abstract":"<p>The fundamental rights of people in a nation not only serve the necessities of its subjects as citizens but also as humans deserving primary self-supporting conditions. It is inevitable that these rights for the tribal communities in India are violated by external forces on a regular basis over various levels. On such a scale, violations demanding crucial counteract could include life under bonded labor systems, and forced sex workers among the tribals. The concept might be alien to many, yet the same is true for tribal and economically weaker communities across the nation. The persistence of such a system against the enforcement of the law is due to its unreachable implementation in remote areas of the state and nation. Social workers and representatives like Mahaswetha Devi, Pankaj Sekhsaria, G.N. Devi, etc., working among different societies, communities and cultures, help and represent the subjugated and marginalized in their fight for basic rights against social hierarchy, gender dominance, false accusations, etc. Many such take the help of stories and literature as a medium to fight against injustice. This article attempts to investigate a few literary representations of tribal plights and their historical and cultural evolution based on factual analysis.</p>","PeriodicalId":53597,"journal":{"name":"Anthropology and Humanism","volume":"50 1","pages":""},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2025-05-06","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"144740285","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
In this piece of creative non-fiction, I use a countercultural artifact, love beads, to reflect on what life was like on an American countercultural commune in the 1960s and 1970s and to construct a sense of the style, visions, and hopes of the times. Not intended to be reflective of the counterculture writ large, the piece centers on one countercultural commune, its members, and their experiences. The beads take us through the beginnings of the counterculture in the mid 1960s, to the social experiments of the San Francisco Diggers, the performance politics of the Yippies, and a commune that was inspired by both.
{"title":"Love beads","authors":"Colleen Ballerino Cohen","doi":"10.1111/anhu.70019","DOIUrl":"10.1111/anhu.70019","url":null,"abstract":"<p>In this piece of creative non-fiction, I use a countercultural artifact, love beads, to reflect on what life was like on an American countercultural commune in the 1960s and 1970s and to construct a sense of the style, visions, and hopes of the times. Not intended to be reflective of the counterculture writ large, the piece centers on one countercultural commune, its members, and their experiences. The beads take us through the beginnings of the counterculture in the mid 1960s, to the social experiments of the San Francisco Diggers, the performance politics of the Yippies, and a commune that was inspired by both.</p>","PeriodicalId":53597,"journal":{"name":"Anthropology and Humanism","volume":"50 1","pages":""},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2025-05-06","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"144740286","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"A cootie catcher/fortune teller to recruit “English Native Teachers” to teach in China","authors":"Yixuan Wang","doi":"10.1111/anhu.70017","DOIUrl":"10.1111/anhu.70017","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":53597,"journal":{"name":"Anthropology and Humanism","volume":"50 1","pages":""},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2025-04-28","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"144740103","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"Oltre il Verde della Campagna. Beyond the Countryside Green","authors":"Michele Filippo Fontefrancesco","doi":"10.1111/anhu.70016","DOIUrl":"10.1111/anhu.70016","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":53597,"journal":{"name":"Anthropology and Humanism","volume":"50 1","pages":""},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2025-04-28","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"144740102","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
In Lebanon, carceral spaces are located in abandoned buildings, underground parking lots, and other such structures. These spaces are marked by neglect: mattresses are exposed to mold, infections spread rampantly, and food and water are scarce resources. Yet in spite of this marked brutality, Lebanon's prisons remain underrepresented in the literature and absent from public awareness. My article seeks to undo this invisibility, centering on the possibilities of life within Lebanon's carceral network through the memories of one formerly incarcerated woman named Sana. From Sana, I learned about the mutual, reciprocal, and intimate bonds that she forged with other incarcerated women. In my article, I mobilize creative ethnographic tools to explore how Sana remembers the caring, kin-like, and relational bonds she forged with other incarcerated women despite the suppression of care endemic to carceral spaces. Drawing on the anthropology of care, I argue that these relationships point to cracks in the workings of carceral power or small spaces of alterity where prisoners collaborate with one another to transform everyday life inside the prison. In the end, this article helps fill a void within the scholarship on incarceration from which the experiences of incarcerated women, particularly in Lebanon, are still missing.
{"title":"Exploring prison through memory: Stories from a women's prison in Beirut","authors":"Lara Sabra","doi":"10.1111/anhu.70007","DOIUrl":"10.1111/anhu.70007","url":null,"abstract":"<p>In Lebanon, carceral spaces are located in abandoned buildings, underground parking lots, and other such structures. These spaces are marked by neglect: mattresses are exposed to mold, infections spread rampantly, and food and water are scarce resources. Yet in spite of this marked brutality, Lebanon's prisons remain underrepresented in the literature and absent from public awareness. My article seeks to undo this invisibility, centering on the possibilities of life within Lebanon's carceral network through the memories of one formerly incarcerated woman named Sana. From Sana, I learned about the mutual, reciprocal, and intimate bonds that she forged with other incarcerated women. In my article, I mobilize creative ethnographic tools to explore how Sana remembers the caring, kin-like, and relational bonds she forged with other incarcerated women despite the suppression of care endemic to carceral spaces. Drawing on the anthropology of care, I argue that these relationships point to cracks in the workings of carceral power or small spaces of alterity where prisoners collaborate with one another to transform everyday life inside the prison. In the end, this article helps fill a void within the scholarship on incarceration from which the experiences of incarcerated women, particularly in Lebanon, are still missing.</p>","PeriodicalId":53597,"journal":{"name":"Anthropology and Humanism","volume":"50 1","pages":""},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2025-04-28","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"144740104","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}