poem

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"Critical Self-Awareness On A Friday Night"
(Rough Draft)

There's just interpretation--no fixed, stable reality.
I lack intrinsic essence--I'm flux and relationality.
Endless interpellation,
And capitalist alienation,
Modern subject formation,
I'm lost in positionality.

I deconstruct my innocent whiteness--it perpetuates racism.
I critique my masculinity--it's a product of humanism.
Ontological relativity,
Reject all normativity,
And perform your subjectivity,
But escape from nihilism.

I reject the modern narrative--I eschew all teleology.
I stick to micro-politics--no Marxist eschatology.
Historicize all structures,
Try to create a rupture,
At this historical juncture,
I hate your methodology.

I'm decentered and I'm disciplined--an object of control.
I'm all extrinsic features--just parts without a whole.
I'm simulacra and simulation,
Just some subjectivation,
Some insidious power relation,
And I doubt I have a soul.

I was raised on Leon Trotsky--I used to be a Red.
There is no rationality--it's all inside your head.
Don't trust immutability,
Metaphysics or stability,
Or Judeo-Christian humility,
Remember, God is dead.

~Nate

--

"The living body is a loving body, and the loving
body is a speaking body. Without love we are nothing
but walking corpses. Love is essential to the living
body, and it is essential in bringing the living
body to life in language." ~Kelly Oliver


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