All the theoretical essays I’ve published on my blog.
When an organisation repeatedly mobilises its ‘rank and file’ to raise the stakes of criticising it so high as to render it impossible for all but the most resilient, I start to become very suspicious.
A problem: how to negotiate a belief in love, in kindness, in unmaking this violent world so that gentleness can bloom, when injustice continues to be done? Or, more precisely: what happens when the practice of transformative justice fails? What happens when somebody’s behaviour is genuinely harmful, when they’re unwilling to acknowledge the harms they’ve done, and when neither they nor their friends are willing to engage in any sort of transformative justice process?
Some thoughts on the aftermath of the 2019 General Election, on gentleness, and on revolution as plant work, flower work, tree work, mole work.
It’s warm and sunny this morning, but I am in bed. Trapped under the weight of being unwell, trying very hard to “just get on with it” but finding it almost impossible, I come across Sara Ahmed’s latest blog post, and, just for a moment, I feel witnessed…
For the January 2019 edition of the New Socialist editors’ reading email, I wrote about prefiguration, discourse, and why the revolution will be long & relational.
For the December 2018 edition of the New Socialist editors’ reading email, I wrote a short piece on Universal Credit, the publishing industry, and Sara Ahmed’s concept of ‘strategic inefficiency’.
In which I formulate a response to Cara Daggett's 2014 article 'Drone Disorientations: How "unmanned" weapons queer the experience of killing in war'. My working title for this piece was Drones Are Not Queer Bodies (and other sentences I can't believe I have to write).
A loving critique of Rod Tweedy’s article ‘A mad world: capitalism and the rise of mental illness’, from my own position as both leftist theorist and mentally ill person. Here I draw both on Foucault’s nebulous account, in Omnes et Singulatim, of how the ‘Western’ subject has been constituted by ideological forces, on Frantz Fanon's decolonial theorising, and on my personal experiences. This is where I first posit the Interior Thatcher!
