Black Sorrow

Black sorrow is redundant, because Black life in the modern world is sorrow in perpetuity, that is, life formed by, and under, gratuitous terror. Paradoxically, Black struggle is true joy. Black struggle is simultaneously the embrace and obliteration of sorrow. Black struggle, the hyperbolic negation of an anti-Black world, is a joyous affirmation of a Blackened world, a colored world, a world strewn with true sparrows and zero sorrow. Black struggle, which proceeds with the full knowledge that actual-death is desirable, as an exit from social-death, has the potential to bring the world (as we know it) to an end. This apocalypse, of sorts, provides the only possibility for a true resurrection, and the emergence of a paradisaical world that is unimaginable in this one, which is to say, under this episteme. Nevertheless, the specter of unbridled radicalism qua Black struggle, forged out of Black sorrow, which is inimical to the globe qua modern globality and civil society, approaches rapidly, like a colony from Sheol. In the specter, terror and ecstasy are coeval.