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 […]Read More On Unprecedence
Disco. Funk. Crunk. PUNK. What is the theory behind Lil’ Jon’s “Yea!” … Lil’ Jon’s “Okay!” … Lil’ Jon’s “What!” … The theory is as follows: no theory allowed. Lil’ Jon’s “Yea” escapes theory as an attempt to generalize the thing into a homogenous whole. Difference and repetition. Repetition that unveils difference without end. Untranslatable […]Read More outside of theory. pontifications.
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 […]Read More “But Worlds End All The Time”: An Experiment-Thought on Death and Contradiction
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, […]Read More Carcerality of the Heart
FEATURED IMAGE BY DAVID ALABO, GHANIAN-MOROCCAN DIGITAL ARTIST, @DAVIDALABO The Culture of Theory: Conversations I The following conversation started in response to a series of tweets on the University, the nature of the Inside/Outside relation, and ongoing conversations about theoretical perplexities in Culture and Theory. The dialogue is between PhD Candidate, Kevork Murad and myself. […]Read More The Culture of Theory: Conversations I
I am a Slave. I have no community. “Can there even be a ‘community’ of niggers, as opposed to a ‘bunch’ or a ‘collection’?” 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. […]Read More The Cynical Slave
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. […]Read More CARRY YOURSELF IN