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An excerpt from ‘These Wilds Beyond our Fences: Letters to my Daughter on Humanity’s Search for Home’

The old Western figure of man as upright in posture has moral and political significance.

Dear Friends… Gestating Citizens of Modernity… Siblings-in-the-making...

This essay is an experiment in speculative fabulation, in reframes and the telling of wild facts.[1] Think of that as journalism into the feral conditions and magnificent terrains that make facts, as we have come to understand them, possible. Like most offerings in this genre of posthumanist literature,[2] the aim is to shock you, the reader-author, into noticing the world differently. Into touching the scandalous fugitivity and plausibility of the impossible. Noticing the world differently can have material consequences that could be the difference between taking care and perpetuating paradigms of oppression and needless suffering.

‘Transraciality’ as a Crossroads Notion of Race and Racial Justice – an excerpt from my forthcoming book, ‘These Wilds Beyond our Fences: Letters to my Daughter on Humanity’s Search for Home‘

I have heard many people say that there is no solution to the Anthropocene.

Thought to share this again…in these momentous times of unyielding sides and unsheathed swords.

What am I talking about when I talk about "postactivism"?

Resistance in an entangled and entangling world means that victory often reinscribes what we hope to escape.

The very act of choosing is the creation of both the options and the chooser.

If the 'Anthropos' - the colonial world-making machine implicated in the production and flattening of ecologies - is a cartographic project, then losing one's way is a breakthrough.

If the 'Anthropos' - the colonial world-making machine implicated in the production and flattening of ecologies - is a cartographic project, then losing one's way is a breakthrough.

The public is an apparatus that measures out the "individual" by collapsing "its" wave-like indeterminacy to the locateability of the citizen. And that's when things get sticky.

"Get up from the couch."

The recent elections in Nigeria, conducted over anxious weeks of pain and chaos, suggest that one doesn't need complicated plots and technologies to rig an election. All you need is a people thoroughly jaded - and white paint. Lots of it.

Is there an anthropocentricity at work in the emphatic attribution of artificiality to new AI phenomena?

Courage is a disability.

Could "Barbenheimer" - the cultural phenomenon celebrating two cinematic moments that could not be any different - be more theoretically significant than its flat virality notices?

Is it possible that we are trapped within an anthropocentrism that can no longer shoulder the explanatory burden of an animist world increasingly out of reach?

Could happily-ever-afters be getting in the way of something more exquisite than a good ending?

"Where do you stand?"

To be correct is to lose the plot.

Violence is not merely a thing that happens; it is a politics within which we come to make sense of the thing that happens.

Perhaps nihilism is a strange sort of caring.

At the shorelines of a waning year, Bayo Akomolafe 'makes' a prophecy that alchemizes the troubles of our modern moments and the upheavals of cracks into a sermon for more promising futures.

...once in a while, the shockwaves of syncopation travel through the city, upsetting the neat order of the senses, upturning the aesthetics of the polite.

This is not a review of the Apple Vision Pro. I don't do reviews that well.

The citizen is under siege. Changes are shifting outside the words.

Kyah is teaching me to look again.

Doors behave.

In his 1949 tome “The Hero with a Thousand Faces”, Joseph Campbell synthesizes his outrageously influential mythic model of the ‘Hero’s Journey’.