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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 >>>


Ghosthugging: the postactivist practice of exercising radical hospitality to the invisible, or entering into earnest and sympathetic alliances with that which has been summarily excluded by our modern arrangements as irrelevant or immaterial (ancestors, the environment, the past, nonhuman lives, the so-called global south, black and coloured bodies, etc). Ghosthugging (as opposed to ghost-busting!) brings …Continue Reading >>>

What moves…

The sacred is a doing, a moving. A verb, not a noun. Not a property. One does not “arrive” at the sacred. You can only approach the sacred. Better yet the approach is the sacred. When we then say that everything is sacred, we mean to say that everything moves, everything gushes out, spills through, …Continue Reading >>>

Feminism as trouble

There is a feminism I know of whose other names are ‘deep trouble’ and ‘radical play’, and one whose counsel can be sought after in these times when despair is easy and when the glistening trophy appears to be in the wrong hands. Her/his pronouns are not decipherable, not fixed – and s/he will not …Continue Reading >>>

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