All That Is Solid Melts Into Air
Modernism and architecture; the slave trade and industrialisation; grassroots religious, class and folk histories; and informal economies help me understand the current state of things. I turn to Marx as a poet, more than as an economist, but only the anarcho-primitivism of Zerzan gives me any hope for the past. The turbulences of the epochal capitalist accumulations of 18th and 19th centuries aid me to have an ‘internationalist’ understanding of where we find ourselves in the 21st century. I feel we suspected the Modern as a slick mediator of capitalist expansion far too late. I scour back through histories to unearth quasi-utopic pasts and depend on ‘other’ histories from Marxist academics, esoteric religions and carnival characters to garner scraps of revelation. I see no futures only the past. Haiti is my sole speculative.