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Crossroads The cuts you make on my back, the stripes you burn into my skin, the rift you tear open in the Atlantic ocean, as you pull me away from my kin, from my captors, from my memories and gods and demons, they will undo us both. My blood is now on your hands, splashed across clean linen. My cells, splintered and traumatized …Continue Reading >>>


There is fire on the mountain. Run. Run. Run. The recent warnings of climate scientists published by the IPCC – that we have about eleven years (till 2030) to put our houses in order or risk environmental degradation, suffering and annihilation on a scale not seen before – are neither new nor universally urgent. Non-white …Continue Reading >>>

New frontiers

The new frontier is not outer space. Nor is it inner space. It is humiliation. Humus. Mother earth. The loamy bacchuspheres and queer worlds beneath our feet…the endarkened depths that compost our practices of mastery and arrival. This is where we must go: not where no man has ever bravely gone before, but where no …Continue Reading >>>

Death unmoored

I think humanism’s last trick, harangued as it is by the critical gaze now focused upon deleterious human efforts in the Anthropocene, is to conjure sympathetic glimpses of a world entirely shorn of the dreaded human figure. Human-centredness asks meekly and ironically: “Would the world be better off without us?” In doing so, it perhaps …Continue Reading >>>

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