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 […]Read More Four Notes on the Ontology of Fantasy
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
Destiny Vol. 1 To be swindled by the phenomenon of breathing. Being is hard and one feels the weight of too much. An exorbitance built into feelings that never flee. It is the case that some bodies come to deeply feel what is known as the weight of the world. They come to feel this […]Read More In Defense of Black Fatalism Incomplete
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