You’ve witnessed the cycles as endless returns – the never-ending request for change, the never-ending quest for improvement. You’ve come to believe you deserve it. This is revenge for a history of what they called abuse. This is revenge for a history of what they called manipulation. This is your karma – to be trapped, […]Read More Carcerality of the Heart
The Problem of the Negro as a Problem For Thought a Reading List The following is a reading list for a future critique of metaphysics. The majority of the readings below I have not read in full yet and do not know what may come from reading them together. I also don’t know when I […]Read More The Problem of the Negro as a Problem for Thought: A Reading List
Destiny Vol. 1 To be swindled by the phenomenon of breathing. Being is hard and one feels the weight of too much. An exorbitance built into feelings that never flee. It is the case that some bodies come to deeply feel what is known as the weight of the world. They come to feel this […]Read More In Defense of Black Fatalism Incomplete
FEATURED IMAGE BY DAVID ALABO, GHANIAN-MOROCCAN DIGITAL ARTIST, @DAVIDALABO The Culture of Theory: Conversations I The following conversation started in response to a series of tweets on the University, the nature of the Inside/Outside relation, and ongoing conversations about theoretical perplexities in Culture and Theory. The dialogue is between PhD Candidate, Kevork Murad and myself. […]Read More The Culture of Theory: Conversations I
FEATURED IMAGE BY DAMON DAVIS, MULTI-MEDIA ARTIST, @damondavis TEACHER REFLECTION. QUARTER 1. CURATING THE ARTIST-WITHIN I imagine the classroom as a drama of pedagogy. This drama of pedagogy happens on the stage of life and representation. The stage of life is the period of realized spacetime that I, as a teacher, share with my students. […]Read More Curating the Artist-Within
I am a Slave. I have no community. “Can there even be a ‘community’ of niggers, as opposed to a ‘bunch’ or a ‘collection’?” I am a Slave. There are no Slaves who could grant me the senses and sensations of Life nor the perturbations of recognition nor the borrowed enhancements of institutionality and incorporation. […]Read More The Cynical Slave
O my body! Make of me a man who always questions! Make of me another Thing! Make of me a Transformation! Tell me that there’s something more. Tell me that there’s nothing. Tell me not to be afraid and show me nothing but horror. Make me again a-new! Neither Man nor Subject nor Human nor […]Read More O my body!