March 31, 2021

February 5, 2021

December 29, 2020

I Am I Am The Hieroglyphic, 2020

November 16, 2020

The Black Garden Project is a global sound project that examines alternative nourishing spaces throughout the Black diaspora. In this episode, the first in a two-part series on erotic dance and choreography, the question, “Can dance be decolonized?” is examined. Featuring an oral history interview of the award-winning Black burlesque dancer, Lux LaCroix and recorded self-reflections on the historical impact of the Black performers Josephine Baker and Doja Cat, Temar France uses music and soundtexts to consider how Black women’s current and historical contributions to contemporary dance, generate rich questions about colonial and anti-colonial ideas on race, gender, and the violence and beauty of black life in the modern world.

For more information on Lux LaCroix’s burlesque troop check out Bootleg Bombshells, based out of LA. @BootlegBombshells is the IG and you can follow Lux on Twitter and IG at @fierceandfabu.

Intro Music: Harlem Nocturne by The Viscounts
Outro Music: Say So by Doja Cat at the 2020 Billboard Music Awards

October 1, 2020

anti-noise, 2020

July 28, 2020

“Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood.” — Mary Rakow

From Twitter:

In today’s post on @BlkPerspectives, we are featuring a photo essay from Temar France (@TemarFrance) as part of our New Black Surrealisms series, “Dressing the Body: Performance, Play, & Queerness, a Photo Essay”

July 16, 2020

Adapted from “Statistics” by Jim Waters

I’m tired of listening to sun-shine talk. 
This wretched intimacy with the obscure black,
Your gardens are burning;

And still, we run, damn near set to fly.

Let the black mother killers,
The high intellectuals,
And their ilk.  .  .  .
Crawl with bent backs over bloody streets 
For.  .  .  .  forever.  .  .  .  long.  .  .  .  years or more;
And to the beat and drum of the system,
Chant this:
“I sell pussy to get money, so I can feed me and my family,
So I can sell pussy and get money.”.  .  .

Then, maybe, they will understand
Why their great halls are empty,
And city girls die for feminism

May 6, 2020

The Rap Scholars Season III is coming soon! Click below to learn more. Art by SimpleSoul Art aka Natalie Burke @simplesoulart

April 1, 2020

I was so grateful for the opportunity to photograph, Yolanda Watson for her new single “No Cap”. This song is something we all need. A little reflection.

Click to listen.

March 23, 2020

March 22, 2020

I hope we can all survive this terrible.

March 9, 2020

February 24, 2020

Bad Black Branding (BBB)

if black radicalism™️ is an aesthetic, I own it now. I would like to make claim to a mess. I’m making claim to it in all it’s monstrosity. Every f*cking little bit. It’s mine. Black power is mine. Black magic is mine. Black sound and sexuality too.

I’m printing it on notebooks no one will ever write in and books no one will ever read. I care not.

If you’re serving black content™️ please contact me. Have your people call me. I own it. I’m archiving it.

It’s settled.

Now this: Trap Queens

February 19, 2020

Critical Bounds Podcast

I was interviewed for Critical Bounds last month by my dear friend and Helen Gurley Brown Magic Grant recipient, Nicole Bearden. This 2nd segment of the podcast deals with the connections between contemporary spiritual practice and artistic practices. You can listen to our conversation below.

February 18, 2020


Eve as “Terri” in Barbershop (2002) I have to write about this image of Eve Jihan Jeffers immediately…

February 13, 2020

February 3, 2020

It feels like spring found in the dark of winter’s mercy.

Like spring, but a heavy memory of lofty dreams in summer’s youth .

It feels like spring, but not the wistful memories of careless girl laughter or green pushing violet tulips up on Momma’s Bluhill road.

But like a serious start to a final wisdom.


Like spring when summer cannot matter. Like Spillers on love and freedom and black monuments to come.

Spring that won’t linger in the wake when beauty born of life long grief begs a glance.

Spring like summer burning years too fast. Like loss.

It feels like winter’s beauty found much too late. Too soon. Too final.

It feels like spring. Finally.

January 29, 2020



“I used to fuck up my re-up. Now it’s the jet with my feet up.

I got the money and power. Now none of these niggas can see us.

I’m rocking furs on furs. I’m probably beefing with PETA

I gotta pay her to leave her. It’s probably cheaper to keep her” – Meek Mill

January 17, 2020

Now I think about pleasure and the memories we carry with us that give shape and contour to our survival. Now I think about staying on. Even when we are grief stricken and marked with villainous affect.

January 16, 2020

Take me to the Joy and Snook on Nostrand Ave. for Guyanese pastries so I know it’s real.

For real.

December 29, 2019

I’m a wretched cinephile, so of course I love Jim Jarmusch. Today I watched his 11th feature film, Paterson starring Adam Driver and Golshifteh Farahani. It was the perfect start to a lazy Sunday with Toni Morrison goth poet vibes.

“A quietly philosophical tale of a bus-driving poet.”

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