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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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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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The End of America

  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 […]

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Curating the Artist-Within

FEATURED IMAGE BY DAMON DAVIS, MULTI-MEDIA ARTIST, @damondavis TEACHER REFLECTION. QUARTER 1. CURATING THE ARTIST-WITHIN I imagine the classroom as a drama of pedagogy. This drama of pedagogy happens on the stage of life and representation. The stage of life is the period of realized spacetime that I, as a teacher, share with my students. […]

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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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