The Maxim of Life

Homo Scientificus and The Maxim of “Life” Darwin’s post-Kantian revolution served to reify the inhumanity of Blackness that the modern grammar of representation had already imposed and presumed as early as 1684 in Francois Bernier’s A New Division of the Earth. Thus, in a gesture beyond deconstruction, Denise Ferriera Da Silva examines the axioms of […]

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Ex nihilo

Ø. My only hope is that someday somehow we might put a stop to the violence that makes even Children accountable for an Idea that has for so long preceded their being here. future ancestors Under the rubric of the Transcendental I[i], the limits of the transformation of knowledge post-Sixties were the coordinates of the […]

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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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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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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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We Cyphered Our Symposiums.

“Spit, Lil’ Cuz…”  – Qadir Jones (aka Hellstar), my beautiful and brilliant autodidactic cousin   “… Keep it Real.” – John Gillespie Sr (aka Unorthodox), my complex and clever autodidactic father   These were the maxims that marked my introduction to philosophical study. Spit: /spit/ (verb) – to rap, to make words make melodies, to […]

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