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
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
“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 […]Read More We Cyphered Our Symposiums.
Donna Haraway, Staying With The Trouble: Making Kin in the Chthulucene In the midst of spiraling ecological devastation, multispecies feminist theorist Donna J. Haraway offers provocative new ways to reconfigure our relations to the earth and all its inhabitants. She eschews referring to our current epoch as the Anthropocene, preferring to conceptualize it as what […]Read More Four Books: Vol 3
GRO TOURÉ May 28th Live Recording // Post-Punk // Spoken-Word Poetry // Free Punk be okay with the fact that it happened. be okay with the fact that it happened. be okay with the fact that it happened. that it was happening at all. that there was air, pumping through your chest. that you […]Read More Even if the World was Burning, I’d be Alright (Live Recording // Free Punk)
Hello Friends, They who hold me, they who know me, who read and console me. The friends who will understand why I wrote this, this way, who will understand why I smile in the day and cry throughout the night. They who listen to me as I listen to them. They who care. They who […]Read More Questions for Friends // What happens on Earth, Stays on Earth
The first song I ever wrote was called, “I Wish I Was Home.” I had to be about five years old or so. The song was sung in the key of a Pop-R&B vibe, Usher was probably its subconscious subtext and I sung it for the first time as my Mom and Dad pulled away […]Read More I Wish I Was Home