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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prose on the (im)possibility of black love // the (im)possibility of black study

) 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 […]

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I Wish I Was Home

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 […]

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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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