Lucifer, son of the Morning

You are Guilty by Association Everywhere. Everyone will find a way to detonate your name to destroy what you have made there is nothing to be done about this. Let it fall down Let it die a desperate death nothing here is worth being cherished nothing here is worth fake love. *** Lucifer, son of […]

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Rural Wiggers

Whilst now in today’s contemporary, planetarily extended, post-colonial, post-Fifties/Sixties, neo-Liberal moment, these Human Others to Man2, include the now institutionalized Welfare Mom/Ghetto “Black” Others (including their Trailer-Park Trash, Wigger “White” counterparts) as the extreme expression of the category of the non-Breadwinning “planet of the slums” Jobless Poor and, at the world-systemic level, of the category […]

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To the black cutter

To the black cutterthis epistle is penciled with memories of wished-for pistols                                                                                                 memories of those mental recitals of the poetic suicides                                                                      that never comforted the spirit enough to clear up the intensity                                                                 of that pounding in your chest. To the black cutterthis epistle is penciledwith memories of when you recognized that there was still                                                                     eight pills of […]

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On the Prospect of Black Baudrillard: Notes on the Precession of Simulacra

(Paper Presented at Wake Forest University, Tuesday, July 21st 2020) In Baudrillard, you find a post-modern announcement of the death of the Real. And while incredulity towards the possibilities of determining the Real – especially within the confines of the operative solidity of Modern narratives of Enlightenment – was gestured to and by many of […]

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What Is A Black Man?

[T]he black Atlantic has always been the queer Atlantic… Omise’eke Tinsley, “Black Atlantic, Queer Atlantic” Running the risk of angering my black brothers, I shall say that a Black is not a man. Frantz Fanon, Black Skin, White Masks And if we are at a new beginning, we got to make a man all over […]

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Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Forever!

The Conservative and The Liberal gather together in the ruined streets of Minneapolis urging for peace. It has never been more clear that such an urgency is a matter of returning to White comfort in the dismay of black rage and yet, the refined reader states, “The Families of [Insert Slaughtered Person] are requesting that […]

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Perspectives on Mourning

Spoken word poem, set to the tune of: No matter how many chronicles we’ve written, the breath given to the depths of us can’t be spoken. Speak less, and yet the poet goes on. How many poems are written to the speechless? How many poems are written in the name of words that can’t be […]

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