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 […]Read More Perspectives on Mourning
Below is Everything I Want to Read This Summer. Cluster One. The Birth of the Clinic, Michel Foucault Medical Apartheid, Harriet Washington “The Black Body as Fetish Object,” Anthony Paul Farley Cluster Two. Discipline and Punish, Michel Foucault Killing the Black Body, Dorothy Roberts “Necropolitics,” Achille Mbembe Cluster Three. The Order of Things, Michael Foucault […]Read More THE VIOLENCE OF FOUCAULT: a summer reading list
The world moves on. Thus, we have reached the peak of our disillusion. There are times when I wish I had never known, and there are times when I recognize that the truth of knowing is to become disillusioned by truth. This is because the world moves on, and the past becomes a fable, put […]Read More Notes on Disillusion
To tweet or not to tweet: a question. The following is a meditation on a formulation that can only be asked with any seriousness in the 21st Century. “To Tweet or Not To Tweet”- that is the question. If Shakespeare is rolling in the grave at the absurdity, then my only hope is that […]Read More To Tweet or Not to Tweet: a question
… the fact remains nevertheless that true love, real love – i.e., wishing for others what one postulates for oneself when this postulate integrates the permanent values of human reality – requires the mobilization of psychological agencies liberated from unconscious tensions. The ultimate sequels of a gigantic struggle waged against the other have long vanished. […]Read More Nothingness-With Incomplete
Remember your words are for you, and you haven’t walked this path for anyone other than for the thing you are becoming. Remember your word to yourself, and when you break it, if you break it, be true, be real, be honest. In the darkness of that emotion, in the hazards of those lights, remember […]Read More anxiety. ideation. breath.
It is forbidden to forbid, said the graffiti tagged walls in May 1968. The paradox of Law. Law regulates without regulation. Darling, what does it mean to be free? Freedom is a dream made out of the seduction of the Law. We cannot pretend. The Law is seductive. The question seems to be whether one […]Read More Four Notes on the Ontology of Fantasy
On Unprecedence What has been will be again, What has been done will be done again There is nothing new under the sun. Ecclesiastes 1:9 Now is a time for bible verses. Panic always gives birth to a Biblical tradition. My father called and said, “People better read revelations.” Revelations were being […]Read More On Unprecedence
You are uneven. hanging halfway between the ending and an [emergency exit]. – Koleka Putuma, “In Limbo”[i] There are movies that discuss moments like this. A true ‘alien’ enemy threatens the survival of the planet and the only thing left to do is come together, to “spare […]Read More The End of America
Disco. Funk. Crunk. PUNK. What is the theory behind Lil’ Jon’s “Yea!” … Lil’ Jon’s “Okay!” … Lil’ Jon’s “What!” … The theory is as follows: no theory allowed. Lil’ Jon’s “Yea” escapes theory as an attempt to generalize the thing into a homogenous whole. Difference and repetition. Repetition that unveils difference without end. Untranslatable […]Read More outside of theory. pontifications.