“But Worlds End All The Time”: An Experiment-Thought on Death and Contradiction

Koleka Putuma’s Collective Amnesia enabled a philosophical meditation on Death. The following poem, “Index,” in specific is the index for this precis and “art installation” project performed in text below. A combination of performance poetry as the articulation of philosophical theory functions to immanently perform the deconstruction of the axioms of thought that ground the […]

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The Cynical Slave

I am a Slave. I have no community. “Can there even be a ‘community’ of niggers, as opposed to a ‘bunch’ or a ‘collection’?”[1] I am a Slave. There are no Slaves who could grant me the senses and sensations of Life nor the perturbations of recognition nor the borrowed enhancements of institutionality and incorporation. […]

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CARRY YOURSELF IN

Carry yourself in. They’ll name you over and over, and make bridges from the ugliest parts of your body. Give them their content. They’ll mill over it when you die or maybe, cast it all into oblivion. Who were you born to be? A consolation for a mind. A problem. A question and a song. […]

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The Roses

Rose 1 I’ve always thought I wouldn’t live long. Primarily, because I’ve always known that living for my self wouldn’t ever be enough. Somehow or for some reason I’ve always felt that if I was to live it would always have to be under the auspices and authority of being something for someone else. That […]

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F E A R

I’m afraid of everything but horror films. It’s something I just noticed about myself. I’m afraid of everything but horror films. I think there’s something about everything that makes a horror film so insignificantly horrific. Everything’s scary. Everything’s scary because everything’s so uncertain. Even the floor is shaking beneath my feet. Even the Earth underneath […]

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M O N E Y

There was an amalgamation of factors which led you to believe that both Marxism and Capitalism were inadequate languages to speak your suffering in. But one of the leading factors had to be the way the Socialist you met seemed to despise money, while the Capitalist you met seemed to love it, and yet, all […]

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mumble theory: a theory-mumble

  starts at 0:21 And they tell me that we all just anthropology so I written lines dipped in this cosmology but if it’s all just for naught what’s a God to me so we gon ride, we gon rise through hypocrisy And they’ve been killing niggas for the profit b And the whole entire […]

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