By John Murillo III “We will repeat: the Black Student Union, will no longer stand for this. While there is racism, we will not rest.” —UCI Black Student Union “Dream what you like / But you dare not sleep.” “Contrary to popular, the coloreds is awoke / Ya big dope.” —Yasiin Bey A Story that … Continue reading »
Nicholas Brady “Undisciplined and vulnerable, firmly rooted in our time, might we nevertheless feel, even without recognition, the rhythms of the poetry from a future in which M — might be? Might we allow those rhythms to move us to repel the quotidian violence through which we currently are defined without demanding of the future … Continue reading »
Reblogged from Amaryah Shaye: The reportage of atrocities is just that, reportage: laden with spectacle and light on sustained meditations on trauma. How can a sense of redress—juridical or political—emerge from a context where sustained meditations on trauma have no purchase? 1 Over the past few weeks I’ve been engaged in several conversations about media representations of black women … Continue reading »
by John Murillo III Allow me to preface this, briefly, by acknowledging the nature of the essay to be winding in its set up and its stylistics. I concede to the complexity of it. I attempt to mitigate that with overt markers of clarification and simplification—e.g. “Clarify:” and “Simplify:” among others, with the same intent. … Continue reading »
By Nicholas Brady My Grannypop used to tell this story, His eyes, small but fiery Would stare at you with joy, and he’d say, “There used to be dis old commercial, On the tube, There used to be this cereal, honey-nut, some type ‘a nut, Don’t make no difference. The girl’d pour cereal in da … Continue reading »
By John Murillo III “It’s just a movie” or, “It’s just a book” or, “It’s just fiction” Well, It was just a bag of skittles, and it was just a wallet, and it was just loud music, and they were just playing outside in the yard, and she was just sleeping on the couch while … Continue reading »
By Nicholas Brady The end is near. The end is here. Yet this begs the question, what can one call the end? How can we define the end? Does it mean that there will be no life on the earth? Does this mean the atmosphere will be broken by the trajectory of a million asteroids; … Continue reading »
