#simone white

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I am in, therefore, a time of mass apprehensions.

what if my own being broken is the new law

Do you see? Black imagination already is; blackness is a thing whose inherence is partially concealed by the horror which (presently) envelops it.

Trap is an art form in and of itself. I try to understand it. It fascinates me. I’ve learned I need to gain a better grasp of the mechanics at play in these works of art. I feel the need to explore how this art stimulates (and sometimes simulates) love, how it can stimulate contact between people. How does it hold people together? I mean I shouldn’t like this music. I’m 45 years old. I’m a mom. Why does this music still stimulate me? Where does that stimulation touch? What Future does with his voice and his speech I could never even try to emulate. Still my brain can soak it up. That’s why I talk about “the surround.” There’s hip hop now in the air we breathe.

I’m not a philosopher. I read philosophy because it’s like poetry. Certain linguistic formulations seem to do something other than just explain, which I find incredibly useful. You can move those individual terms around, rather than just do what literary criticism wants you to do. You can relate a verbal formulation to your own personal reality in a way you find helpful. You can place a concept in some sort of contiguous relation to other concepts and arrive at this other thing. That’s how I read philosophy in general.