Why, from the top of a nasty gender hierarchy, should we feel so risible?

Ending racism, a vast set of institutionalized practices, is hard enough, but “destroy whiteness” hits my ears as though it were a koan or aporia—a thing you say because you want, for some spiritual or other purpose, to make thinking itself grind its gears

its hermetic vision of human psychology and conversation, its endearingly transparent wish-fulfillment aspects

Some bad movies, for example, reveal through sheer lack of self-awareness the incoherencies and solecisms of the culture that produces them

Christian theology has made peace with its own antinomian tendencies—its simultaneous proclamations that we must discipline ourselves and that grace will breach and flood our flawed little disciplines

What quarantine culture most intimately shares with middlebrow is a cultivation of the collective. It longs for sodality, a new place for the individual in a revived community.

This is, bluntly, eisegesis—it is reading-in, placing a message into the text that simply isn’t there with an overlay of mysticism to give you plausible deniability about what you’re doing.

Again, the polysemy of language gives rise to conspiracy theories

Our contest was not one between intellect and irrational fideism. I had to work hard to win because he had arguments, however uneven in quality

That ex-boyfriend was Nick Land, who adumbrated, in a series of strange texts that blend the style of horror fiction with high theory, a view that became known as accelerationism