the image of the black man with clenched fists is the symbol of rage. black rage exists, boohab's metaphysics transforms black rage into noble passion which generates acts of civilization.
hello world.
i'm here as a character first and then as a significant part of myself. the character boohab is a kind digital presence which reminds me, in particular fora of the world wide web that i am here for a reason and that is, if not cultural production, is an acknowledged kind of anthropological statement in progress. boohab is a kind of interactive seeker and sly provocateur of a mellow metaphysics. boohab only knows what he knows and in that way is very organic and casts himself as a 'black persistent object' for the sake of illumination. in that boohab is all about difference rather than some type of undeniable eclecticism.
boohab thinks about great diarists of literary (oral, published, corresponded, e-transacted, vulcan mind-melded) traditions of the past, present and future and recognizes it is the uniqueness of contributions that makes for their value. universally is assumed not for any purpose but merely as the acknowledgement that language is fathomable and reading / hearing does affect everyone.
boohab loves the specific, the idiosyncratic, the unusually dense and almost impenetrable complexity of narratives whose influences are traceable. causality is a fetish. your idea is my idea. all we 'own' is process and experience. yet as soon as we share them here, it makes no difference. but 'here' is just one funky little corner of the web, and boohab is not me.
Two debts of acknowledgement:
Broun Fellinis' Aphrokubist Improvisations
Glenn Ligon's Good Mirrors Ain't Cheap