Hey everybody, I entered a short story in the Bogleech Creepypasta Contest this year, it didn’t win anything but I still think it’s decent, here’s the link if you want to check it out!
The most maddening aspect of Saturday’s episode was in some respects the most predictable. Seeing as no one in that room or in the conference corridors afterwards rallied to the defense of blackness as a cornerstone of my merit, I will now have to repeat an argument that will be familiar to critical race scholars of higher education but that is barely legible to the denizens of #classicssowhite. I should have been hired because I was black: because my Afro-Latinity is the rock-solid foundation upon which the edifice of what I have accomplished and everything I hope to accomplish rests; because my black body’s vulnerability challenges and chastizes the universalizing pretensions of color-blind classics; because my black being-in-the-world makes it possible for me to ask new and different questions within the field, to inhabit new and different approaches to answering them, and to forge alliances with other scholars past and present whose black being-in-the-world has cleared the way for my leap into the breach.
That scholarly merit can, even in the minds and hearts of supporters and well-wishers, be decoupled from the fact of my Afro-Latinity is why the rage will continue to burn brightly. If this discipline is to cherish the minds of scholars of color, it must begin by cherishing their bodies — and all the legacies of racisms past and present that are seared into their flesh. This past weekend, the artificial cleaving of scholarship from racial subjectivity, and of knowledge from racial identity, has been exposed once again as a monstrous lie. We are not minds in vats; all our intellects take shape and evolve within national and global force-fields of race and racecraft. To pretend otherwise is a privileged fantasy, unworthy of its hallucinators and demeaning to those who have it thrust upon them.
One component of this fantasy is that classics itself “is politicized but doesn’t have a politics,” as Professor Mary Beard proposed during her plenary lecture. The discipline may be appropriated to illiberal and authoritarian ends, but (the argument goes) the many instances of its appropriation for progressive projects attest that it is not hardwired politically one way or another. I disagree.
In his short life, Randolph Carter had seen many things other men might have deemed impossible. He was no stranger to the strange and wondrous; though he would never say he had become blasé or jaded at the marvels the cosmos had to offer, he considered himself rather experienced in these matters, and difficult to surprise. Nearly two decades of adventuring in the lands of dream had taught him an attitude of acceptance to the whims of chance— many a time he had found himself in a situation that might have caused a more rigid-minded man to panic, and managed to escape by means of a certain matter-of-fact clear-headedness, making the best of whatever strange experience something beyond him had seen fit to place him in the midst of.
11. things you said when you were drunk
It was a generally accepted fact that most members of most species were far more manageable when at least somewhat intoxicated by their poison of choice. Nyarlathotep, in his several billion years of existence alongside sapient mortals, had enough experience in this matter to know that, as these things went, the risk of his chosen specimen reacting adversely to his plying it with ethyl alcohol or sodium benzoate or what-have-you was relatively small compared to the usefulness of such substances in convincing lesser beings to acquiesce to his whims. Usually (though not always) he was above brute force, but altering mortal decision-making capabilities to his liking was always an entertaining pastime— it was good fun to soften up their minds a bit, so that he could bend their wills like clay into whatever shape he desired. Not that he needed anything so lowly as a physical, chemical aid to do so, but sometimes a little variety was nice.
All that said: he was beginning to regret getting Randolph Carter drunk.
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- things you said at 1 am
- things you said through your teeth
- things you said too quietly
- things you said over the phone
- things you didn’t say at all
- things you said under the stars and in the grass
- things you said while we were driving
- things you said when you were crying
- things you said when i was crying
- things you said that made me feel like shit
- things you said when you were drunk
- things you said when you thought i was asleep
- things you said at the kitchen table
- things you said after you kissed me
- things you said with too many miles between us
- things you said with no space between us
- things you said that i wish you hadn’t
- things you said when you were scared
- things you said when we were the happiest we ever were
- things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear
- things you said when we were on top of the world
- things you said after it was over
- things you said [make your own]
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A 15th century Italian work exploring the mysteries of the universe from an early modern perspective. Lehigh University (MS Hirsh 9)
found a bookstore in the middle of rome.
Some Lovecraft fanart again, now it is ‘The Case of Charles Dexter Ward’.
(I really need to practise different short hairstyles).
what you’d think the ancient roman republic’s political system is like: a complex but generally functional collection of politicians working together to help rome thrive; after all, the romans took great pride in their republic!
what it’s actually like (roman millionaire voice) mom said it’s my turn on the consulship
do u ever hear some lyrics and it feels like someone just stabbed you
are you REALLY a tumblr user if you don’t see a post on your dash filled with misinformation presented in a hostile manner like youre the idiot for not knowing these 100% bullshit lies at least once a day and have to physically restrain yourself from starting shit with the OP
Which Late Edwardian are You? (aka: Me Trying to be a Relevant Content Creator)