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!

there is no redemption the redemption will never arrive all of the request for redemption are fantasies of flight. redeem what? redeem who? redeem where? what’s done is done. apocalypse now. apocalypse forever. the apocalypse came many yesterdays ago. The Conservative and The Liberal gather together in the ruined streets of Minneapolis urging for peace. […]

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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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Notes on Disillusion

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 […]

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