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Clean Clean false false false false EN-GB X-NONE HI Or is it happening, perhaps it has already happened? Maybe it's just acting like it has happened, because it is tired and would like to go to bed? Although trains can get you far going straight across long, flat distances, the sherpas are still gainfully employed since we have not yet succeeded in getting locomotives up tall mountains--then again…
Submitted under the supervision of Professor Ben Sifuentes-Jauregui and Professor Edwin Bryant to the Comparative Literature Program at Rutgers University May 8th, 2023 Only after the inner being of nature[…]has ascended[…]through the long and broad series of animals, does it finally attain to reflection for the first time with the appearance of reason (Vernunft), that is, in man. It…
[1] —Invocation to the I v sya Upanishad The “third .” Is it a third like the holy trinity, “God, the Son, and the Holy Spirit”? Is it a third like “reality,” which, at first, appears to be just some authorizing chip that Kant needs to have when constructing what some have called an “intracategorial” system? Perhaps the third is just a simple…
Clean Clean false false false false EN-GB X-NONE HI “We need history, but not the way a spoiled loafer in the garden of knowledge needs it.” —Friedrich Nietzsche, On the Use and Abuse of History . [1] “Just because there are big red busses doesn’t mean we’re in London!” But it was a truth that could only be expressed as a lie, that the whole of the city didn’t exist, but the double-decker busses,…
“I’ll do anything to bring her back! Anything, I swear!” Hiro yelled. “Anything?” She echoed as she devilishly licked her lips. Hiro was just a regular highschool boy. Every morning, he and his younger sister, Saki, walked to school together. Before leaving they always ate breakfast together. Their parents were never really home, and since they were young Hiro always…
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45 minutes had gone by, Kalil kept checking his phone, but it’d been 45 minutes and his friend hadn’t shown up, hadn’t texted, hadn’t called to say he was late—and Kalil texted, called, wondered where he was. Mark had been late before, actually, he was usually late; but never this late. And even if he was this late, he wouldn’t be this late without explanation,…
This is the full text of the presentation I made at the Phantasmic Binds conference on February 26th, 2021 To begin I’d like to thank Thato Magano and Monica Tomas for organizing this conference, Professor Walker for moderating the panel, and Professor Rajan. Let me state from the outset that the goal of this presentation is to “Indo-Europeanize” Judith Butler’s critique of…
Ari Colaprete Normal Ari Colaprete 2 3545 2020-01-19T04:17:00Z 2020-01-25T08:19:00Z 2020-01-25T08:19:00Z 5 2156 12292 102 28 14420 16.00 Clean Clean false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE “One risk I take is to be recolonized by the sign under which I write, and so it is this risk that I seek to thematize.” —Judith Butler, Imitation and Gender Insubordination — — In the cool, dark recesses of the…
Sunset in Alexander Library Douglass The Lounge The Metropolitan Museum of New York Wedding Photography in Central Park Outside Brower Commons On the Bus Deer at Night Corridor by the Rail-Line in Newark Snow Day on Queen's College Step-Bridge between Loree and Hickman
I feel something terrible brewing inside me. The ancient knife, the oldest tool of mankind, the first technology, used to cut, used to split things in twine. It is only reasonable that mankind's oldest tool, became mankind's greatest weapon, the Nuclear bomb: a tool which splits material at the atomic level. Mankind has always been marked by its movement towards deconstruction, and what is the end…
“People don’t give a shit about your problems, they only want what you can give them. They need things that they can’t give themselves, so they have to ask someone else and you are that someone, and nothing more. Some people just want to get off, and you have to live with that; even if you want more, even if it hurts to realize you can’t get it, a relationship is a transaction, it’s all about what…
“It is to turn the world into this world. (“This world”! As if there were any other.)” -Susan Sonntag, Against Interpretation , (my italics) I mean, who is Madonna anyway? The song by itself, Material Girl, preaches a neo-liberal message of women’s empowerment through material accumulation; reenforces a heterosexual matrix regardless: she is nothing but an object to…
A film which begins as a comedic campy monster-movie, and ends as a serious message about the hope and future of Japan. From found-footage to Fight On! ( ) —what we see is supposedly a way of reconciling the political future of Japan with the calamitous effects of international disaster. But it is the representation of a standard japanese politic itself which functions as the critique, since…
We stumbled outside the bar, tripping over our falling skirts and garbled words, laughing at soon to be forgotten jovialities. And I didn’t even remember your name, until yesterday; Charlotte, hiding deep in my contact list. Oh, we tried; we really tried to find each other again, to find some time, some place, where we could smile like we did that night. And what about all those other…
Written in December, 2016 It was 1pm, earth time. I looked out from the mouth of my cave and viewed the sky, same as it always was. A tarnished, yellow-grey hue that reached out to the far end of perception. It was dry, always dry, the blanket of air that wrapped our planet. I viewed the skyline. It was nearly flat, filled with endless sandy dunes that stretched for miles and miles, miles farther…
It wasn’t the darkness Which entered my mind Nor a twisted spike Lodged in my head It was only the smell of flowers Lilacs, roses, wind swept memories And your lilac colored eyes, swept round you dream Like, skin twisted into mine Swept into the currents Of our bodies As they flowed and crashed And your flowering Wavering rosebuds in the wind Pinks swept across the valley Tears falling…
On this mid-afternoon, the lights were kept off at the small roadside convenience store. While he wasn’t technically the manager, no one else was around. It was completely empty when he came in; nobody had apparently opened the shop, or closed it the evening before. There was a note taped above a small silver bowl—the kind normally employed as fruit bowl in most homes—by the…
In the light of a full moon, I saw her face gleaming silver. Like a well-sharpened sword, it struck me, and viciously cut away any ideas I ever had against being with other women. I remember vividly; one evening, after we’d just finished “watching” a movie, we were lying together on the couch, cuddling; enjoying each other’s company. Alex took a sip of her wine. “Fuck men.” She started.…
Originally Published January 3rd, 2017 If there was ever a man Who could top ol' Pete He would have to summit mount Kildare and take his ashes from his frozen seat If there was ever a man Who could best ol' Pete He would have to fight 10 men at once Without leaving his seat I heard a rumor Of swarthy ol' Pete Who conquered women in his youth and lands in his heat Ol' pete was a man beyond merit…
Jack never really talked anymore. We used to call each other nearly every single day, our phones stuck to our palms, neither one of us wanting to let the call go. But, nowadays, we text, and our texts are deep and complex, but I feel like I’m waiting for a train that will never arrive, for a tide that will never come in. Jack says he loves me. Jack says he’s there for me. Jack says he’d do…
I remembered, while walking to my dorm, that I’d forgotten my water bottle. I thought I left it in a classroom, probably my last class, actually. I turned around and began to walk back, but that's when I saw Rachel coming out. I’d seen her before, in that same place. I’d seen her many times. When I saw her, here, though, I saw something different. And we kept our heads down, so we hadn’t seen each…
Preface À Paris aux Soir . Of what we discover in the night, can only be seen by daylight? In the vast spectrum of emotions, of phrases, of being , where am I, for who doth composed this corpus? Is this hors d’oeuvre , because it's outside the text? Is it possible to view something outside of a text if it is between two covers, or published in the same blog post? Sans Titre It took, for some time…
A t the bottom there is nothing Before, a quick flash, splash, and bash A bolt and volt, a real zap But at the bottom there is nothing In parts high and low In lands far and wide In fields where seeds are sown In barren lands, reaped and died For everything that's ever been Or ever was Everything ever seen Or done In all their heads and hearts In all their bets and larks In every mighty tower,…
The streets would not take me tonight. Most others in similar positions give obsequious genuflections to our reclusive master. A darkness that is always just out of reach. Sinking gently into a sea of silence is not a fate that befalls me tonight. The repletion of peace will not shake me tonight. All is quiet, and yet I rage. The hand of the slid to twelve, and the bell struck for the first time…