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Category Archives: Being non/human
Perhaps grief is its own answer. Its own genius. Maybe nothing needs to be added on. Not consolation. Not promise. Not glittery glimpses of a grief-less future. Maybe grief is a question, the asking of which we are too impoverished to know how to. Too fascinated by plot points and story and arrivals and endings …Continue Reading >>>
To preserve anything is to shut it away from the elements, to freeze a hearty conversation, to clog the pores through which things breathe. The alternative, it seems, though less austere, is decay. Yet, is it not possible to see how corruption is a symptom of vitality? When a thing rusts and blisters and cringes and …Continue Reading >>>
What gets in the way is part of the way.
Today’s disturbing crisis is not so much peak-oil, intractable poverty, or the innumerable failures of partisan politics and trickle-down economics as it is the piercing humiliation occasioned by these materialities. Our civilizational crisis is probably, more poignantly, the rupture of our collective skin, the blistering surfaces of the enclosure that kept us safely ensconced from …Continue Reading >>>
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Where does life come from? The scientific/cultural imaginary of matter presents it as lifeless, inert and mute – until something shocking happens. An invasion of alien lightning disturbing the primordial ooze; a deity breathing ‘life’ into the nostrils of clay mannequins; a writer contorting reality with inspired words. In all instances, life comes from ‘outside’, …Continue Reading >>>