The problem of course is that to fend this off you fall into a trap of claim to mastery that you have set from the beginning to dismantle, you thicken a skin that you are striving to scratch, beak and shed. You do what you are trying to undo, you perform certainties to your self-just-to get-through the day, a day that is worth spending in uncertainty, non-commitment, and sheer curiosity. The trap of power that is a vibrant, diverse, tolerant, critical, very friendly academic life.
I read an awful lot more than what I log on Goodreads, so this list-surely-is not who I am. Yet, I still I believe in the power of tracing yourself, through the books that you have read. My favorite book of Umberto Eco, is actually none of his famous one, but one that is called […]
I picked up “thinking through the skin” and it had a cover of an open palm of a hand. I never open my hand like that. My skin used to crack open to object the passing of time. It used to get irritated during the changing seasons of spring and autumn, form very tiny blisters then […]
In the weekend I read a candid book on ethics and research. No, not that kind of book. A candid book. One that demands you to untie your bundled self. I knew what the book was about, I have been tentatively trying to walk between the legs of similar texts, uncertain whether or not I […]
I like the first 45 seconds of the track.. it tells a story of cafe that is over there at the crossroads, where there is a hearth, where she would go and meet her loved one, and “furnish” it with their secrets. She comes in and find two younger lovers, who took their seats, and […]
Over a more than a month ago, I wanted to write about the ISA post-trump executive ban. This would be my second failed attempt this (academic) year to attend a conference in the US. I went through thinking hole, of what made it important initially to think that “I had to” attend at least one […]
Related to my last post, today I stumbled upon this from Jadaliyya. Zachary Sheldon writes about working intimately with Janet Abu-Lughod’s library. I can’t think of any experience more charged than to be enmeshed in someone’s library. A person collects herself in paper, and leaves this fragments of her soul behind, and then we conjure […]