Hello Friends, They who hold me, they who know me, who read and console me. The friends who will understand why I wrote this, this way, who will understand why I smile in the day and cry throughout the night. They who listen to me as I listen to them. They who care. They who […]Read More Questions for Friends // What happens on Earth, Stays on Earth
This piece was originally written in “Logos of Phenomenology and Phenomenology of The Logos. Book Three” (Logos of History – Logos of Life, Historicity, Time, Nature, Communication, Consciousness, Alterity, Culture) Series: Analecta Husserliana , Vol. 90 by John Murungi, Professor of Philosophy and Religious Studies, at Towson University in 2006. The title of the piece is […]Read More Is Philosophy?: Reading Murungi, or Notes on the Conceptual Economy
Enduring just to say we’re enduring feeling the bruises on my skin I just want to relieve the torture I don’t know how all these things should end. Maybe that’s all that this is after all: trauma and bondage and joy maybe that’s all you can feel after all: just trauma and bondage and joy […]Read More Anti-Poem(s)
.2019. Review of Cedric Robinson, Black Marxism, “Racial Capitalism: The Non-objective Character of Capitalist Development.” Black Marxism: The Making of the Black Radical Tradition In this chapter, Robinson tells a history of the development of Capital in Europe and from Europe to the World. Central to Robinson’s historical genealogy is the objectivity of the non-objective […]Read More Speculations on Speculative Realism & Cedric Robinson
The first song I ever wrote was called, “I Wish I Was Home.” I had to be about five years old or so. The song was sung in the key of a Pop-R&B vibe, Usher was probably its subconscious subtext and I sung it for the first time as my Mom and Dad pulled away […]Read More I Wish I Was Home
I reflected a lot about whether or not I should write this. But, I am and I am because I am trying to remember why I started this blog, which is related to why I decided to create music again, which is related – but less directly so – to why I decided to take […]Read More impossible.