homo escapiens
I’ve been reading a lot of Sylvia Wynter lately and meditating on how to terraform my inner excogitoscape and (over/re)write the coding of my poietectonical tabula with newer and truer living/becoming Words.
Why?
Because I want to be free. Truly free, indeed.
Because I am beyond exhausted, desperately uninterested, and — frankly — unbearably bored of/with the equally maniacal and mechanical mandates of Man1.5’s homo oeconomicus agenda.
Boring. Boring. Boring.
Consider the boredom an insulting side to the gratuitous injury of Man1.5’s antiblack humanism(s), settler colonialism(s), and chattel capitalism(s) — all of which are inherently demented, obsessive, irrational and obliterative.
As an alternative, I do not wish to cease existing. I simply desire to exist freely.
Inside and out. I want to live but Man 1.5’s possibophobic ways of life render living virtually unthinkable and unchartable.
Perhaps freedom could be better understood, experienced, and explained as a perpetual unbreaking of chains. Rolling resistance of/to a complicity with misery masked as practical maturity and ostensible sanity. At least for a while—as long and as often as we must, until we (or enough of us, at least) learn how to roam freely in our bodyenergy amidst and among neighbors engaging in their own versions of living.
Crossing arbitrary epistemological lines and jumping sociostential fences. Embodying and/or enacting the will of Homo Escapiens — Freedom, by any means chosen.
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The word(ing) Originé is a poetic neologism, a/n homage to our hybridity— etymologically reminscent of the latin originationem and aborigine; phonetically resplendent and unequivocally Buh-LACK. (PERIOD!!!)
II mean this word(ing) to bring to mind and refer to me, myself, and my N.I.G.G.A.S. (negro⩭native, indigenous, geoethnic/generational, americanesque sumbodies).
Negro⩭Native in/to the modern historical worldscape.
Indigenous via our innately afro/ancient ways, wisdoms, and worldviews.
Geoethnic by consequence of colonial transport and sociological circumstance.
Generational through bonds of consanguineal and transcendental kinship.
Americanesque as culturally prolific denizens of the United States.
Sumbodies composed of flesh, energy, magic, will, and mystery.
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This Word(ing) NOW having been stated,
whose meaning is now MADE —
you may call me Originé.
Originé is the II that is we and the we that II am.
Originé is the peoplehood II am always already wholly a part of and never apart from.
We mold our selves…
In/out of tears and laughter, flesh and bones, dice and dominoes, dirt and clay, songs and dreams, sweat and cum, love and rage, seeds and soil, saltwater and afterbirth, baked beans and neckbones, gang signs and trademarks, pink Cadillacs and Purple Rain, stained work-shirts and caps and gowns, pimping and preaching, learning and line-dancing, cutting up sideways and satting down somewhere, easter speeches and eulogies… conjuring and conjugating hope and despair, joy and pain, sunshine and rain… through every danger, toil and snare, overlook and lynching, constant crucifixion and resurrection…
into wonderfully fearful, living, breathing incarnations of poetic possibility.
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We are, each one and all of us, selves with/in our own birthright.
Embodiments of soulpower, selfcraft, and will-expression.
Regular. Revolutionary. Most importantly— Real.
In a word — Originé.
