One cannot always risk the sanity of the legible, the gravity of the proper, the sanitizing appeal of critique and of the stubbornly familiar, if the promise of other worlds must continue to breathe, seductively, in the crack of things. When the world squares up, one must write, think, and live madly. Bayo Akomolafe
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Woooop and why not warum? Instead of war? Ummmm I defiantly prefer the mmmmmmmm the wawawawa and or maybe a nice canna bliss infused rum :) when there isn’t any fine Scottish wheeee sky or 300 year old holy German bitter lick ?? her hear in bear ?? Linda belly butt on of the beast and The best sea lection of it all wholy hol ??? y mad cap white rabbi d rabbit ?? butt whole why not just settle down calm down plant seeds and garden the cracks in the sidewalks wherever our babies and sons and daughters love so much we wouldn’t need to be on linky Klinky in screens but could sit around a fire and sing songs and share stories while our babes and babies fell asleep in our arms. En Francais on le sait car on ne porte que au c?ur ce qui vaut le plus à porter toutjour le c?ur de nous enfants care = carry =couer = heart = kind = kinder = kindness = kin ??????
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1 年Prof. Bayo Akomolafe, you have a special gift of spinning and shaping logic to fit into contemporary orientation. Look at me, reading and smiling on my phone screen. Though I have been thinking about this for a long time, however, after reading this, it dawned on me that the world is gradually squaring up, and curators are really writing and living madly. What a resonance!