Three Notes on Foucault

“We must not see the constitution of natural history, with the empirical climate in which it develops, as an experiment forcing entry, willy-nilly, into a knowledge that was keeping watch on the truth of nature elsewhere … natural history … is the space opened up … in representation by an analysis which is anticipating the […]

Rural Wiggers II

I think when you grow up Black in a predominately poor white area in America, there’s a certain austerity you are made to adopt towards your suffering that can transform gaslighting into an everyday state of being. Poor rural whites have a different attitude towards suffering. Tiffany Willoughby-Herard describes it as a condition of having […]

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 […]

In Dedication to Drugs, Laughter, and The Meaningless Things That Keep Us Here

What you want your drugs to do is take away the feeling of feeling alive. No one’s going to understand. Who cares. I wrote this for junkies and addicts. What you want your drugs to do is take away the pain of Being itself. To build a catacomb inside the tomb of Life. To build […]

Four Notes on the Ontology of Fantasy

It is forbidden to forbid, said the graffiti tagged walls in May 1968. The paradox of Law. Law regulates without regulation. Darling, what does it mean to be free? Freedom is a dream made out of the seduction of the Law. We cannot pretend. The Law is seductive. The question seems to be whether one […]

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 […]

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 […]

“But Worlds End All The Time”: An Experiment-Thought on Death and Contradiction

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 […]

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, […]

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. […]