During this pandemic, there is a lot of discussion of an apocalypse. “Apocalypse” implies the world didn’t already end. In A Billion Black Anthropocenes or None, Kathryn Yusoff expands on the impact of colonialism, particularly since contemporary groups of people were sold for their bodies and labor. She places the
They say the difference between a hoarder and a collector is that collectors see value in objects others would discard, while a hoarder believes they need an item to survive. I believe I am a hoarder of perishable people. Prized possessions my fingers strangled to hold to.
Elizabeth Freeman opens Time Binds: Queer Temporalities, Queer Histories introduction with a description of the 2002 experimental film K.I.P by Nguyen Tan Hoang – a hybrid of queer art and gay porn – a project of “time art” (Freeman 1) that fights against the constraints of what Freeman calls chrononormativity,
@Mourning Tell us why you are sad/not sad Mad/not mad Conflicted/devastated/glad That ________ is dead (*click here for thread*) So we can tell you why you’re wrong It’s wrong to say You celebrate (Would you, in public, masturbate?) The dropping of a megaphone That magnified (*buffering*)
“Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. The sun might shine or the clouds might lower, but nothing could appear to me as it had done the day before. A fiend had snatched from me every hope of future happiness; no creature had
She is her own inner circle, circling. She lives alone in a fifth-floor, walk-up cave. The other side of her door is inscribed with a pentacle, scratched into the metal frame with a knife. She slams the door and enters the loft, goes to the unmade bed, and throws her
It is here, in this specific spot, across from this sky, here, where it all began. Monday, January 30, 2017 at 2:23 PM. Beirut, Lebanon. I have not written about the sea in a while. It has become increasingly harder to think about it, to imagine it, to smell