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Little Things I Miss
Little things I miss I miss laughter. I miss meeting and greeting people in the street. I miss my friends at Kijiweni. I miss the incessant chatter of baraza and utani between Yanga and Simba. And the argument among wazee of who is older than whom. I miss children in their uniforms walking to school.…
Philosophy Uncategorized
The Endogenous Ends of Education: For Aaron Swartz
Through the words of the English translator of Agamben’s “Requiem per gli Studenti” (“Requiem for the Students”) we come to know that Italy is the exceptional place where the theory of exception holds — “Agamben refers specifically to developments in Italy.”[1] Agamben’s requiem sketches an idyll of the university which, he notes, is coming to an…
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“To Sing, To Dance, To Creolise and make Music”: Oscar Guardiola-Rivera On Transitions from the Present
Oscar Guardiola-Riverateaches International Law and Globalization and is the Assistant Dean of the School of Law at the University of London, Birkbeck. He is the award-winning author of "What If Latin America Ruled the World" and "Being Against the World: Rebellion and Constitution". He is a member of the Naked Punch Collective and the Editorial…
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AN IRREGULAR ODE
AN IRREGULAR ODE Thirty days shy of forty,  on a rush-hour-crowded Coney-Island-bound F train,  I questioned the exact circumference of the sandy circle  in which the Children of Israel wandered for forty years. Forty years. Were desert environs so sundry as to provide a passable  facsimile of farther & farther? Of progress rather than round…
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ARSENAL
ARSENAL  Yesterday was beautiful; today is thick & stagnant: hurricanes threaten communities from Kitty Hawk to Nantucket – all low-lying areas are evacuated.  I seek alternatives (routes & pathways previously discredited) & I understand the efficacy of Harriet Tubman’s oft-brandished pearl-handled pistol: you go on or you die, she promised, every wavering runaway slave committed to…
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KASHMIR IN AN ERA OF DYING DEMOCRACY
I. Late last November, after months of being cut off from Kashmir, I managed to get through to an old friend in my hometown in South Kashmir over a rickety landline connection. There was clicking, popping, and static in the line. “These sounds you hear,” my friend said matter-of-factly, “are coming from third-party interference.” I…