Carcerality of the Heart

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, […]

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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 A S H I O N

I am also trying to think carefully about the ways that signifiers of Black femininity gesture toward an excess that is not a subjectivity or desire or a liberating promise we can know in advance but a virtuality that is indeterminate and without guarantees.[1] – Zakiyyah Jackson   % We fear the story that aesthetics […]

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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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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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