October 2011
“Some of what has been released may be the demons of demise, the final...”
– Johanna Drucker, Sweet Dreams: Contemporary Art and Complicity, 2005
“no mere limp verse could incite identity destruction. our particles are in motion. sometimes we’re not legible, but we’re the same strange animal — let them say our love is peculiar, don’t care.”
tonight, distracted by the ambiguity of intentions...
ultimately uncertain of what could be conventionally constructive. tonight i think about what i can do and what i want to be done, on one hand (for example) desiring like crazy to become engaged with the visual studies program at uc santa cruz and on another hand experiencing a mad anxiety at the threshold of engagement to academism. have i not often apprehended that teaching is the only market...
“justice is what love looks like in public”
– cornel west
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