Arts & Culture / Health / The Reading Room / Vol 3. No. 1The August sunset burnished the room. People swarming in costumes–tangerine scarf and ballooning teal trousers on one woman, another with some kind of free-form jewelry, like golden arms encircling her neck. Men in suits and ties, younger ones in shirts with Beckett-styled hedged hair and Yeatsian rimmed glasses. Polyglot chatter: […]
Business / Convergence / Health / Politics / Vol. 2 No. 3For the many thousands gone and Cheryl Wall in particular When the editors concocted the thematic for this issue, we’d hoped that “Apocalypse Now and Then” would do more than corner an unmistakable allusion to the title of the 1979 film addressed to the ravages of the Vietnam War and […]
Convergence / Health / Politics / Vol. 2 No. 3The American experiment is imperiled again. The danger that has haunted the republic since its founding has been left unattended for too long and is newly, predictably spilling over. The question remains whether or not the co-citizens of this nation are prepared to respond honestly to what they already know […]
Convergence / Health / Politics / Vol. 2 No. 3Something that hasn’t been adequately discussed about Marx’s Capital is the extent to which Marx is fascinated by capitalism’s mechanisms, precisely because the system is demented, yet works very well at the same time. —Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari, “A Very Special Delirium”1 The current pandemic arrogates to itself the […]
Arts & Culture / Convergence / Health / Politics / Vol. 2 No. 3I know, I know, It threatens the common gestures of human bonding The handshake, The hug The shoulders we give each other to cry on The Neighborliness we take for granted So much that we often beat our breasts Crowing about rugged individualism, Disdaining nature, pissing poison on it even, […]
Convergence / Health / Politics / Vol. 2 No. 3Until last week’s uprising, the quarantine had felt like living in an interlude, a present haunted by the potentiality of what seemed to be surely to come. Such interludes comprise the texture of living haunted by the imminent possibility of violence manifesting as confrontation or preventable death. Paraphrasing Zora Neale […]
Arts & Culture / Convergence / Entertainment / Health / Politics / Vol. 2 No. 3There has always been enough blood money, mis-education and mass distraction in these dis-United States to erase any memory of catastrophe or atrocity that brought trauma or ethical contemplation to the surface of the national conversation. Problematic, because acknowledging such scar tissue might direct fealty away from the national religion—materialist […]
Convergence / Health / Politics / Vol. 2 No. 3For Kamau Brathwaite, in memoriam The word “apocalypse” is commonly equated with a cataclysmic world-ending, heralded by all manner of natural disasters from plagues to earthquakes and tempests, and marked by the violent deaths of multitudes. Yet its original meaning has to do with revelation, a laying bare of those […]
Convergence / Health / Politics / Vol. 2 No. 3Sometimes as I wander loose among pangs and pongs of unsolicited remorse, I cast aside the bromides that shield my thoughts from a disease I fear I cannot shake casting stones across the waters of my losses as one drowning imagines shore.
Arts & Culture / Convergence / Health / Politics / Vol. 2 No. 3[….] A Shelter Is Not Necessarily An Island as title for something cogent right now comes to mind & brings to mind Eric Mottram’s 1971 book Shelter Island & The Remaining World […]
Arts & Culture / Convergence / Health / Politics / Vol. 2 No. 3unbearable witness i do not want to write these words_ escorted by flashing red and blue lights the long white truck an enormous hearse passes slowly down the street through the neighborhood no where to run or hide from its path the stare of its headlights a mark on each […]
Arts & Culture / Health / Vol. 2 No. 3I wanted to see you one last time (more)/ before I left and you/ needed to see me with my/ wings open (a nomad’s tent on my back)/ unfurled rising and the sight of them/ hurting you with fear overwhelming on my shoulders constellations of more colors than you had […]