Monkeys With a Vision

Or is it happening, perhaps it has already happened?

Submitted under the supervision of Professor Ben Sifuentes-Jauregui and Professor Edwin Bryant to the Comparative Literature Program at Rutgers University May 8th, 2023 Only after the inner being of nature[…]has ascended[…]through the long and broad series

ॐ पूर्णमदः पूर्णमिदं पूर्णात्पूर्णमुदच्यते ।

“We need history, but not the way a spoiled loafer in the garden of knowledge needs it.”

“I’ll do anything to bring her back!

General Consent for Care and Treatment Consent Dawn had been sleeping for a while.

45 minutes had gone by, Kalil kept checking his phone, but it’d been 45 minutes and his friend hadn’t shown up, hadn’t texted, hadn’t called to say he was late—and Kalil texted, called, wondered where he was.

This is the full text of the presentation I made at the Phantasmic Binds conference on February 26th, 2021 To begin I’d like to thank Thato Magano and Monica Tomas for organizing this conference, Professor Walker for moderating the panel, and Professor Ra…

“One risk I take is to be recolonized by the sign under which I write, and so it is this risk that I seek to thematize.”

Sunset in Alexander Library Douglass The Lounge The Metropolitan Museum of New York Wedding Photography in Central Park Outside Brower Commons On the Bus Deer at Night Corridor by the Rail-Line in Newark Snow Day on Queen's College Step-Bridge between Lor…

I feel something terrible brewing inside me.

“People don’t give a shit about your problems, they only want what you can give them.

“It is to turn the world into this world.

A film which begins as a comedic campy monster-movie, and ends as a serious message about the hope and future of Japan.

We stumbled outside the bar, tripping over our falling skirts and garbled words, laughing at soon to be forgotten jovialities.

Written in December, 2016 It was 1pm, earth time.

It wasn’t the darkness Which entered my mind Nor a twisted spike Lodged in my head It was only the smell of flowers Lilacs, roses, wind swept memories And your lilac colored eyes, swept round you dream Like, skin twisted into mine Swept into the currents…

On this mid-afternoon, the lights were kept off at the small roadside convenience store.

In the light of a full moon, I saw her face gleaming silver.

Originally Published January 3rd, 2017 If there was ever a man Who could top ol' Pete He would have to summit mount Kildare and take his ashes from his frozen seat If there was ever a man Who could best ol' Pete He would have to fight 10 men at once Witho…

Jack never really talked anymore.

I remembered, while walking to my dorm, that I’d forgotten my water bottle.

Preface À Paris aux Soir.

At the bottom there is nothing Before, a quick flash, splash, and bash A bolt and volt, a real zap But at the bottom there is nothing In parts high and low In lands far and wide In fields where seeds are sown In barren lands, reaped and died For everything

The streets would not take me tonight.