, you cite a conception from Frank B. Wilderson III of the Black subject’s position as structurally impossible, an a-positionality that threatens the coherence of “the whole of modern grammar,” and then you extend this to say that only if they (the modern grammar and maybe also the Black subject?) were inward looking, they would be incomprehensible.

I assembled her, the wounded captive body in the scene of subjugation, as a reading tool: a tool not in the sense of it being an instrument to be used, not just as a mediator for my desire, but actually a tool that, when it’s applied, does things beyond even what I am asking it to do.

Nietzsche said, after all, of his concept of the eternal return that it was a doctrine meant for the ruling class

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Let us haste to hear it, And call the noblest to the audience. 4055For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune. I have some rights of memory in this kingdom Which now, to claim my vantage doth invite me

He did comply with his dug before he suck'd it. Thus has he, and many more of the same bevy that I know the drossy age dotes 3825on, only got the tune of the time and outward habit of encounter- a kind of yesty collection, which carries them through and through the most fann'd and winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to their trial-the bubbles are out,

I knew you must be edified by the margent ere you had done.

How absolute the knave is

she should have been buried out o' Christian burial.

The Queen his mother Lives almost by his looks; and for myself,- My virtue or my plague, be it either which,- 3145She's so conjunctive to my life and soul

t come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd Most throughly for my fa

My thoughts be bloody,

Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, Makes mouths at the invisible event,

It will be laid to us, whose providence Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt 2645This mad young man. But so much was our love We would not understand what was most fit, But, like the owner of a foul disease, To keep it from divulging, let it feed Even on the pith of life

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

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I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet. These words are not mine. Hamlet. No, nor mine now

If his occulted guilt Do not itself unkennel in one speech, 1960It is a damned ghost that we have seen, And my imaginations are as fou

I'll be your foil, Laertes

f it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: 3855the readiness is

For by the image of my cause I see The portraiture of h

Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.

There the men are as mad as he.

o show yourself your father's son in deed More than in words

outh no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears Than settled age his sables and his wee

thank you. Keep the door. [Exeunt his Followers.] O thou vile king, Give me my father

Divided from herself and her fair judgment, Without the which we are pictures or mere beast

Gertrude, Gertrude, When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions

Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain?

Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on th' event,-

u how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar

The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body. The King is a thin

untimely done.

There's matter in these sighs

O, 'tis most sweet When in one line two crafts directly meet.

ook how it steals away! 2535My father, in his habit as he liv'd! Look where he goes even now out at the porta

Sense sure you have, Else could you not have motion

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;

play upon me;

Very like a whale.

on, with the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is 'For O, for O, the hobby-horse is forgot!

How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as live the town crier spoke my lines. Nor do 1885not saw the air too much with your hand

e cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry 1780And lose the name of actio

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all

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that with devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The Devil himself.

s it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, 1625Could force his soul so to his own conceit That, from her working, all his visage wann'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! 1630For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him

The spirit that I have seen May be a devil

for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time

'Sblood, there is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it ou

Be you and I behind an arras then. 1265Mark the encounter

My liege, and madam, to expostulate 1180What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night is night, and time is time

Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you, And sure I am two men there are not living To whom he more adheres.

so piteous and profound As it did seem to shatter all his bulk

rimes, like lands, 2600Are not inherited

Lips, let sour words go by and language end

And nothing brings me all things

All feasts, societies, and throngs of men! His semblable, yea, himself,

Promising is the very air o' the time: it opens the eyes of expectation: performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is 2285most courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind of will or testament which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it

lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god,

Destruction fang mankind!

Breath infect breath,

Though you hear now, too late—yet now's a time—

Apemantus. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not! 275 Merchant. If traffic do it, the gods do it. Apemantus. Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee!

. Hence black subordination constitutes the necessary condition for the flourishing of American democracy, the tragic prereq- uisite for America itself. This is, in part, what Richard Wright meant when he noted, "The Negro is America's metaphor.

Maulana Karenga, Imamu Amiri Baraka, Haki R. Madhubuti, Marimba Ani, and Molefi Asante.

Elijah Muhammad and Malcolm X were not disappointed with America. As bona fide black nationalists, they had no expectations of a white-supremacist civilization; they adhered neither to American optimism nor to exceptionalism.

"The very idea of America makes me shake and tremble and gives me nightmares.

Du Bois never fully grasped the deeply pessimistic view of American democ- racy behind the Garvey movement.

. G. Masterman, R. H. Tawney, Raymond Williams, E. P. Thompson, and others—stands shoulders above the parochial professionalism of much of the academy today.

The ultimate evil was stupidity. The cure for it was knowledge based on scientific investigation."8This Enlightenment naivete

Du Bois's inability to immerse himself in black everyday life precluded his access to the distinctive black tragicomic sense and black encounter with the absurd.

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