Working/laboring under the principle “more is never enough”.
Still slavery.
Working under the principle “value and satisfaction”.
Liberation/Freedom.
The Marriage of Attaris
Truth, it seems, only manifests itself through paradoxes. Can truth manifest itself only in the good? Where does that leave the bad? In the service of untruth?
“Truth wants a whole, not provisions. You give it a positive it asks: does a magnet only have the North pole?”
Truth is independent of the bearer, or just about anything. No one seeks truth. Rather, truth seeks anyone.
“Truth is sleek. Like something that operates on the shadows. Timing for the right moment to show its face. “
Truth… has little regard for medium. Where it can’t be direct, it settles for metaphors. And the subliminal.
“Truth wants to be distinctive in the face of mediocrity.”
Truth successfully installs itself where’s there is power. Will to power.
(Also, truth has a thing for satire!)
Twenty and One
In the same year, before the moon had gone twice over a missing sun
they, over an old gramophone, introduce a speech tax.
Rattling like his father, the king allocates each family
twenty and one words.
A stranger’s body, washed afloat by a tide,
uses up one: “shame”.
A lover— over the other side of life— says nothing;
the muezzin calls:
“Allahu Akbar”
On fourth take, a clerk counts.
“Ash hadu an la ilaha illal lah”
Twice. Counting fifteen.
“Ash hadu an-na Muhammadar resulul-lah”
Silence.
Heard between lovers and fathers
and, unanswered prayer calls.
The gramophone bellowing.
A lover walks (in search of words.
To loan).
Queer Desire and Displacement (or When an acronymn is not enough)
“This is an incoherent confession. A confession from a soul begging to be free. It is the cry of a spirit suffocating in an acronym. An acronym whose expansion refuses to be political. An acronym that allows one to be a particular kind of queer. A particular kind of queer who allows only a particular kind of organizing. A particular kind of articulation. A single narrative.”
“I am twenty nine. It is 11 July, 2000. I, Binyavanga Wainaina, quite honestly swear I have known I am a homosexual since I was five. I have never touched a man sexually. I have slept with three women in my life. One woman, successfully. Only once with her. It was amazing. But the next day, I was not able to.”
Binyavanga Wainaina
How does one sleep with another? How does one sleep with another, successfully?
The queer autobiography is (always) confessional. To write about one’s (sexual) life outside heteronormative matrices is to admit a certain kind of failure. One writes/speaks out of feelings of guilt. And shame. Mostly shame. It is to admit, even when one seeks to free themselves, that there is something that is unusual and unacceptable about their being. It is to say, “Look here World, I unlike most, am different and I want you to know…
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BLACK CARBON
A priest that talks Physics!
And says words like exquisite
[All the while on a reggae vibe]
“What is Dub?”
– All in the reverb
“I say Mama’s music”
– For a better sych`
[The priest, too, meddles in]
“What’s that one-in-all?”
– Jah design
“And desire?”
– That too.
“What now?”
– Catch the wow in now?
“So, how?”
– NOW
“Progress is linear but — “
– Evolution isn’t — what now?
“I still want family”
– The print is blue, always
“Has to be blue?”
– For relevance
Moral feelings Vs Moral conceptions
Former has power before action. The latter, vice versa.
Innocence/purity of children as the mother of moral feelings. Indoctrination, and later justifications for, as the mother of moral conceptions.
“The death of dogma is the birth of morality.”
– Kant
‘The end of moral conceptions is the start of moral feelings.’
– Unknown
(NB – Morality to be understood with respect to the genealogy of morals.)
“I want a 12 year old for president!”
Moral feelings (analogy):
[Head gets a migraine…]
H: Hey Mouth. Forgot to drink enough water again? It’s hot up here man!
Belly: About that…
Mouth: Hey! Can’t be all on me, come on! What’s that thing you call brain supposed to do? If anything it’s within your quarters…
Heart: Easy now, easy. You know I only beat if you guys coordinate, right? I should be calling the shots, in fact. Unity, bitches!
Art… or the artiste?
“Everyone knows Einstein for a genius, few know why he’s one.”
– Unknown
Tell me, what makes the heart of an artiste melt like jelly? Is it praise for their greatness or praises to what led to their greatness?
Do we remember Nelson Mandela as a great statesman or do we remember him for the actual deeds that led him to be that great?
Praise, or rather place heavy emphasis on the process of the artiste rather than the artiste themselves. The process is more honest, more real — and thus within the periphery of truth. The latter is more egocentric, selfish even (and thus an insult to the artiste)>
“Praise be to the marvelous work of the Almighty!”
Übermensch
“What is power?”
Lets use the current, with material weight as a wealth signifier. (Assumption: wealth = power)
“What are the chances that some billionaire won’t get food poisoning from a consecutive, three-day dumpster diving?”
“What are the chances for some street kid to get the same?”
But what’s power, really? – That which makes (or ‘wills’) a species to move forward. That which furthers survival. Now… the billionaire and the street kid… under extreme conditions (such necessitate survival)… who’s said to be in possession of power?
Begs the Q – where does power best manifest? And isn’t the why quite obvious?
“Praise Jesus — and all the simple souls out there!”
“African Mind”
‘Sorry, I’ll pick the artistes. Anyone in the business of creation?’
“Abyssinia – the source?”
‘[segway, valid still] what is the structure of our DNA? And what’s so Science about eugenics?’
“Where is the print? Where does it manifest best?”
‘Everywhere, upon observation. So distinct, even glows pink in Mama’s presence.”
“What is African?”
‘If she asks that you’re probably entangled in a web of cultures, multi-dimensional even, and that it’s probably making you stall or something. A call to some synthesis of all.’
“That lioness!”
‘Well, at least she loves her cubs for a fact.’
Mama’s Boy…
1.) Guilty as changed! A special case of having no choices.
Too much beauty makes people crazy!
2.) You’re like an ideal. And cache still says ideals are synonymous dreams; something about wanting & wishing (…& horses?). Double-edged, though – real was once an ideal!
Timing… (time-in?) Can’t look away… your utter disregard for clocks!
3.) “It’s all there, still – Amari, Lion King on Ice.”
“I’m sorry. Mama still says I’m a kid.”
4.)Aggressive? Lust, really?
“Guilty. That first look… makes my heart do this funny skip… almost like a flip. And something about air… sometimes, butterflies too.”
5.) That one thing?
“Rainbow is One, right?”
LuQuLuQu!
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