“Arundhati Roy’s ‘The Ministry of Utmost Happiness’: The Worlding of Queer Lives Under Neoliberalism” by Mauve Perle Tahat

“’You’ve already been to my funeral. You’ve already laid flowers at my grave. What more can they do to me? I’m a shadow at high noon. I don’t exist.’The last time she met him he said something to her, casually, jokingly, but with heartbreak in his eyes. It made her blood freeze. ‘These days in Kashmir, you can be killed for surviving.’ In battle, Musa told Tilo, enemies can’t break your spirit, only friends can.” The Ministry of the Utmost Happiness  Chapter 8: The Tenant (273) My curiosity always prompts me to investigate what other people are saying about the … Continue reading “Arundhati Roy’s ‘The Ministry of Utmost Happiness’: The Worlding of Queer Lives Under Neoliberalism” by Mauve Perle Tahat

“Ghost Writing: Carceral Legacies, Haunted Bodies and Spaces” by Mauve Perle Tahat

One of the most terrifying ghost stories the U.S. has is incarceration. The prison is a haunted grotto. Prisons and prisoners are haunted by traumas caused by white supremacy. People admitted to these spectral spaces are part of its phenomenological architecture. When prisoners leave they are forever escorted by phantasmal histories. Most tangibly they will be cursed by restrictions like probation, employment and housing discrimination, voter suppression; the philosophical underpinnings of the prison itself are part of this ghost story. Prisoners, then, become ghosts themselves, observing society without a place in it, destined to float around disembodied until something sets … Continue reading “Ghost Writing: Carceral Legacies, Haunted Bodies and Spaces” by Mauve Perle Tahat

“What the Hell is Hauntology?”: A Reading List for 2019’s Theme by M. Perle Tahat

2019’s theme for TERSE. is hauntology: nostalgia for lost futures. As our columnist Jordannah Elizabeth bluntly asked, “what the hell is ‘hauntology’?” Hauntology, as we’d like to explore it, is a way to describe a phenomenon related to resonances of traumatic events; a coming to terms with “what’s been done” in the present based on the arc of the past in order to reclaim the future; an examination of futures lost but remembered in fragments like deja vu. Afrofuturists position the concept of hauntology as discovering “countermemories” through history and situating them in full view. What if alternate futures and … Continue reading “What the Hell is Hauntology?”: A Reading List for 2019’s Theme by M. Perle Tahat

Self-care Soup: Mars Roundhouse Kicks in the Door to the Tune of 90’s House Music

Self-care Soup is a short column where Moriah Mylod and M. Perle talk about vibes in the ether and self-care strategies.   M. Perle: Aries season is a time when we think about our power. What it’s like, how we use it, where can it get us. We can misuse power, but let’s think about how we can…not do that. In my book rec of the month I cite an instant DIY classic: Sandhya Rani Jha’s Transforming Communities: How People Like You are Healing Their Neighborhoods. Power can mean saying, “I’m gonna just do it myself!” Mercury is in retrograde … Continue reading Self-care Soup: Mars Roundhouse Kicks in the Door to the Tune of 90’s House Music

I Burned You a CD {Part Two}: A Psychopompous Samhain by M. Perle

              🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤   🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️ CLICK FOR “PLUTO SHITS ON THE UNIVERSE”   👻     🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇 🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇   CLICK FOR THE STORY OF “THE VIPER”   CLICK FOR HOTEL NOTE                   Continue reading I Burned You a CD {Part Two}: A Psychopompous Samhain by M. Perle

I Burned You a CD {Part ONE}: Growing by M. Perle

Que seguimos rompiendo aquí Esta fiesta no tiene fin Botellas para arriba, si Los tengo bailando, rompiendo y yo sigo aquí   I’m in the first row on your show, in the first row👊   On the First Floor Power show 🎶 Your vibrato’s like vulnerable leaves, 🎶 You do it crazy, that’s how you talk to me   The only living proof I got                                                                       … Continue reading I Burned You a CD {Part ONE}: Growing by M. Perle

Playing ‘Exquisite Corpse’ By Myself by M. Perle

    “And it kills me, the word sorry. As if something like music   should be forgiven. He nuzzles into the wood like a lover,   inhales, and at the first slow stroke, the crescendo      seeps through our skin like warm water, we   who have nothing but destinations, who dream of light    but descend into the mouths of tunnels, searching.” from Ocean Vuong’s “Song on the Subway”   “I am trying to check my habits of seeing, to counter them for the sake of a greater freshness. I am trying to be unfamiliar with what I’m doing.” Susan Sontag, As Consciousness … Continue reading Playing ‘Exquisite Corpse’ By Myself by M. Perle