“I collect these essays in the name of a future pragmatism no longer parochially bound to its American provenance but unwilling to deny its genealogical engine, committed to the naturalism of the motto (and manifesto) just mentioned and, if I may now add, committed to the radical thesis that the self is a hybrid artifact of biological and cultural evolution that makes possible the entire run of the uniquely enlanguaged forms of human intelligence, thought, understanding, reason, feeling, experience, activity, conduct, creation, and knowledge that marks our race for what it is.” ~ Joseph Margolis, Pragmatism Ascendent: A Yard of Narrative, A Touch of Prophecy
- Lucius T. Outlaw, Africana Philosophy (Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy)
I just called her your name…
so there’s this one girl…
she is something special, no—someone special
we’ve got a past—some history, you could say
i do say
i really dropped the ball—back in our history that you could say and i do say
i think i’ve regained my dribble, my rhythm—it’s been more than a year almost
but she’s not here—around, to see it, per se
but i still miss this special girl—no, woman
beautifully bold, ravishingly calm—placid—frighteningly assured
i’m—absurdly—holding on to this hope, this chance, this maybe we’ll resume another history, a new one
as i sit at this airport, i’m thinking about her
Beauty Resides Inside—and i want to meet her
it’s a special denial of humanity to suggest that if a black woman does something you dislike that she is aggressive and angry and irrational and “lost her shit.”
nothing but patriarchal white entitlement. that me asserting my humanity (my boundaries and ensuring that i’m respected) is me being angry and threatening
y’all do way too much. black women are human too.
“Inside of me, lord I know, it’s a lie that we gon be fine, but momma I’m tired of cryin, just lie to me one more time.”
so I hit u up mad late
knowin I probably shouldn’t
but at any rate
I do it cuz you probably wouldn’t
and what I really hate
is time and distance tellin me every time I couldn’t
but then I do… why?
Arundhati Roy, ‘The monster in the mirror’ (via indizombie)
in which case Arundhati Roy gets it right again.(via asthepoemsgo)
The more I hear about our government’s politico-juridical rationalization of Drone Strikes, the more I wonder if Thrasymachus was correct. In the end, maybe we don’t want Thrasymachus to be right (I’m fairly sure I don’t want him to be). However, I think we can agree that we find power, in whatever form it may take (state, capitalist-economic, cultural, political)—throughout human history—justifying, rationalizing, various abuses, self-serving exceptions to the rules and laws that obtain, and the expropriation of resources to which those sites of power have no real title or claim. Perhaps all politics is the Thrasymachean game, the Machiavellian contest, away from which, our idealistic fancies have—for so long, and with our permission—lured us. If so, what is left?
Thich Nhat Hanh (via stellablu)
I believe this is so true
It’s never just gender.
It’s never just race.
It’s never just sexuality.
It’s never just class.
It’s never just disability.
It’s never just one thing.
All that shit is always interacting at the same time.
AGAINST MONISM! ONWARD!!!
The one historical constant in my field is that each time a claim of human uniqueness bites the dust, other claims quickly take its place. Meanwhile, science keeps chipping away at the wall that separates us from the other animals. We have moved from viewing animals as instinct-driven stimulus-response machines to seeing them as sophisticated decision makers.
Aristotle’s ladder of nature is not just being flattened; it is being transformed into a bush with many branches. This is no insult to human superiority. It is long-overdue recognition that intelligent life is not something for us to seek in the outer reaches of space but is abundant right here on earth, under our noses.” —Frans de Waal, The Brains of the Animal Kingdom
Phallogocentrism: an androcentric ‘essence’, deeply (ontologically) implicit in the human linguistic-discursive-conceptual condition, in a historical-social world suffused with patriarchy. (?)
language, paradoxically, is constricting and liberating.
~ Albert Camus
“As soon as we are born, we begin to die.”