[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 […]Read More What Is A Black Man?
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
… 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
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
THEORIZING IN A VOID: A READING LIST Week 1: THEORIZING IN A VOID “Theorizing in a Void” by Zakiyyah Jackson + “The Lie At the Center of Everything” by Christina Sharpe Week 2: INTRODUCING SYLVIA WYNTER “Homo_Narrans_and_the_Science_of_the_Word” by Bedour Algara + And What About the Human? by Anthony Bogues + “Before Man: Sylvia Wynter’s […]Read More THEORIZING IN A VOID: A Reading List
“To become free, you have to be acutely aware of being a slave.” Assata Shakur It has been said that, if the purpose of the Social Sciences are to locate solutions to problems, then the purpose of the Humanities is rightly that of discovering why these problems arrive and continue to persist at all. […]Read More Slavery’s Repetition and The Confessions of Karl Marx
) These scars on our bodies are impossible. These scars that we carry can’t be. These scars that we share are impossible. These scars on our body can’t be. “These undecipherable markings on the captive body render a kind of hieroglyphics of the flesh whose severe disjunctures come to be hidden to the cultural […]Read More prose on the (im)possibility of black love // the (im)possibility of black study