what does it mean to abolish the world

This (paywalled) poem turns on the exhausting and deadening labor of the First Lady, when trapped into a meaningless marriage during which she is made to bear her husband's infidelity, and the glassiness of a pained devotion. Here are some excerpts to help contextualize the poem:

Not a face in the recognizable

attempt at a game;

a dress as a bracketing of pearls,

left to crease something silver and proper.

and

There are pews straddling her mind;

unready for a break in alterity,

tumbling across a paralysis of touch

the unfurling of her feathery hair.

Still from the visuals to BIG DOG by Slimeroni

I wrote this (publicly available) essay indexing the ways through which Black cishet men reinvent themselves as "exceptional Negroes" propped up through self produced media. I also expand on the afterimage of the "exceptional Negress" and on Black women so eager for the spotlight they might empty themselves for it. Here are excerpts to help contextualize the essay:

Hereby, some (of many) Black men, numb to the unvisible grinding machinery of Black cisheteropatriarchy, have been creating crossfades of scripts about what it meant to truly being Black, male, powerful, alpha, and therefore "special". Subjects, or rather, psychic constraints, a willful bordering of the mind, multiply and echo. It's not so much about Black women as it is about powerlessness rehearsing itself into a cinematographic and libidinal "kingdom".

and

Through the evasion of a vexed Black masculinity and the greediness of being wanted, special Black men, as in "exceptional Negroes" cut through their "race" with a deep seated disgust, as a pledge of allegiance to the power holders they hauled themselves to. They want to be the only one, because to be the only one is always to be the best one. Thomas Clarence didn't so much sell his sister as he used her as a foil to accentuate his "exceptionalism", his "uniqueness", to use the interplay of shadow and light for a sharper photograph. Simultaneously prosperity pastor, good cop, "little child, running wild", New York lover, hip hop aficionado, megalomaniac, Eric Adams (mis)uses the signifiers of Blackness that he glues to his personal biography as a way to get New York to trust in the trials and tribulations that would made his a success story. And yet, he seems intent on prophesing his own rise to the top and his exceptionality, tying the death of the city to his personal failure, demanding to be believed in as a pastor herding his flock.

Candace Owens, as an "exceptional Negress", cannot be reduced to respectability politics; the slashing of Black victims of carceral violence, the open allegiance to white supremacy, are as much graves left for the thrill of having been the only one. Is that a home you're looking for ? Or a stepladder ? In any case, welcome to your own treachery.

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K0fi

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Please, show your humanity to kids.

I am a mother of three children. We lost everything in the war on Gaza. My husband is disabled and unable to move, and all I want is to be able to buy a meal for my kids.

Food prices here are unbearably expensive — even a simple meal costs around $20, while a proper filling meal can cost $50.

The type of food does not matter anymore… all that matters is seeing my children eat and sleep without hunger. Please

https://gofund.me/e4bb15f2

53/700$ (edited to reflect the am5ount of financial support coming in. Thanks for the help and please keep it coming so I can finally wipe the slates clean when it comes to debt.)

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K0fi

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This (paywalled) poem turns on the exhausting and deadening labor of the First Lady, when trapped into a meaningless marriage during which she is made to bear her husband's infidelity, and the glassiness of a pained devotion. Here are some excerpts to help contextualize the poem:

Not a face in the recognizable

attempt at a game;

a dress as a bracketing of pearls,

left to crease something silver and proper.

and

There are pews straddling her mind;

unready for a break in alterity,

tumbling across a paralysis of touch

the unfurling of her feathery hair.

53/700$ (edited to reflect the am5ount of financial support coming in. Thanks for the help and please keep it coming so I can finally wipe the slates clean when it comes to debt.)

PP: [email protected]

K0fi

Please when using PP use the option family & friends to donate.

*edited to add: I just received 80$ all in all and I am eternally grateful. I also just got hit by a massive cell phone bill which was around 50$ *and got paid, so I have still debts and expenses coming up but I'll adress this on another post.

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*edited to add: I just received 80$ all in all and I am eternally grateful. I also just got hit by a massive cell phone bill which was around 50$, which has worsened my financial situation and the gap in my belly.

Pp: [email protected]

This (paywalled) poem turns on the exhausting and deadening labor of the First Lady, when trapped into a meaningless marriage during which she is made to bear her husband's infidelity, and the glassiness of a pained devotion. Here are some excerpts to help contextualize the poem:

Not a face in the recognizable

attempt at a game;

a dress as a bracketing of pearls,

left to crease something silver and proper.

and

There are pews straddling her mind;

unready for a break in alterity,

tumbling across a paralysis of touch

the unfurling of her feathery hair.

anyone have $10 or anything for a family of 7, 4 disabled, 2 kids under 15, for food and $39 for my meds that i take to stay sane as I have OCD BPD and severe depression ive been out of them TWO DAYS freaking out right now kinda bad. Im an autistic disabled lesbian we need any help to get through this pride month anything helps be it a dollar or less. also please help these kids get food to eat this summer im at wits end someone help us

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This (paywalled) poem turns on the exhausting and deadening labor of the First Lady, when trapped into a meaningless marriage during which she is made to bear her husband's infidelity, and the glassiness of a pained devotion. Here are some excerpts to help contextualize the poem:

Not a face in the recognizable

attempt at a game;

a dress as a bracketing of pearls,

left to crease something silver and proper.

and

There are pews straddling her mind;

unready for a break in alterity,

tumbling across a paralysis of touch

the unfurling of her feathery hair.

I wrote a (paywalled) duplex (a poetic form created by Black poet Jericho Brown) turning on the frightening beauty of an absented world, and the necessity of noise. Here are some excerpts to contextualize the poem:

Of the bursting of a blue jay: color as shadow, a mouth for eyes.

Children as pickled fruits; a bouquet of slurred arms. Awning for teeth.

and

I keep from throttling the bleached rust of the horizon; a whittled artery.

It's a hard day; the lining of an unceasing airlessness.

Don't ignore me, listen to our sad story💔🥹🍉

My name is Kariman Dohan, I am 25 years old. I was a committed and diligent teacher, and my husband, Ayman Olwan, 30 years old, is a business administration graduate, but due to unemployment and difficult conditions in Gaza, he was forced to work as a fisherman. We have a wonderful son named Hamoud, who is one and a half years old. We live in Gaza, specifically Khan Yunis, where the fishing boat, fishing equipment and the school where I worked were damaged🥹🫂💔😭😭😭😭

We have been displaced several times, and our tragedy has reached the point that we now live in a tent that is unfit for living. We desperately need your help, I have launched a donation campaign but I cannot get the funds so I can get $4000 to get through this current crisis.

3855$********6000$

Before the war and after the war, this is what happened to us😔💔

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I know that the world is full of people who want to help others, and you are one of them. Please be with us in this ordeal and share your donation to help us get out of these difficult situations🫂🥹🥹🙏🙏🍉

Donate, share and be the reason for our happiness 🙏❤️🫂🥹🍉😭🇵🇸💔😣

*edited to add: I just received 80$ all in all and I am eternally grateful. I also just got hit by a massive cell phone bill which was around 50$, which has worsened my financial situation and the gap in my belly.

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