Terror ad infinitum, Black Extinction, or an Otherwise World.

Photo Digital Painting by JT Creswell entitled, “Sentient Flesh” I shall began at the end. The end of the world that is. Some say such an end has already begun. Others say that this end is on its way. Then there are those who think that the end is only the end if it ends […]

Protected: Reapers of Oblivion

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Dark metaphysics

Dear God, If you ask me, “Do you believe in God?” My response would be, “I have an atheist relationship with God.” My relationship with God is not one of belief. These are the term and conditions of our connection. Belief is not one of them. My relationship with God did not and does not […]

War, or The Art of Failure

Inspired by a ghost of a friend, a shadow of a dancer, a fellow mumblr-in-theory brian muraya This was supposed to be about the art of war. It became a note on the art of failure. Somehow these terms crossed paths on the tip of my tongue. Somehow I made them make a sweet embrace. […]

Marriott’s Fanon, or Brevity on the Tabula Rasa

Classroom Presentation: Libidinal Economy Reading: Marriott, David (2011) “Whither Fanon?” Textual Practice 25 (1), 33-69. “Turning to Fanon’s discussion, we will see how the theme of the psyche and culture come together in the form of a mutual abhorrence that is itself a sign of a traumatic inheritance … “ – David Marriott, Whither Fanon […]

Lucifer, son of the Morning

You are Guilty by Association Everywhere. Everyone will find a way to detonate your name to destroy what you have made there is nothing to be done about this. Let it fall down Let it die a desperate death nothing here is worth being cherished nothing here is worth fake love. *** Lucifer, son of […]

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 […]

Perspectives on Mourning

Spoken word poem, set to the tune of: No matter how many chronicles we’ve written, the breath given to the depths of us can’t be spoken. Speak less, and yet the poet goes on. How many poems are written to the speechless? How many poems are written in the name of words that can’t be […]

Nothingness-With Incomplete

… the fact remains nevertheless that true love, real love – i.e., wishing for others what one postulates for oneself when this postulate integrates the permanent values of human reality – requires the mobilization of psychological agencies liberated from unconscious tensions. The ultimate sequels of a gigantic struggle waged against the other have long vanished. […]

On Unprecedence

On Unprecedence What has been will be again, What has been done will be done again There is nothing new under the sun. Ecclesiastes 1:9 Now is a time for bible verses. Panic always gives birth to a Biblical tradition. My father called and said, “People better read revelations.” Revelations were being […]