On Blurry Grief

Dispatch 4, The Necessary Road To Revolution

(Act Up March. New York, 1992)

I haven’t been able to write these last few weeks because I haven’t been feeling well. I could try to hypothesize why from an astrological standpoint—that eclipse on the 20th of June was whack; I’m going through my Saturn Returns during a fucking pandemic, insurgency and global fight for Black liberation; six planets out of…