12/06/2026
Definitely some insightful words to ponder with today..
I am smitten by a relentlessly exacting idea: that 'the body' - yours, mine, material bodies of all kinds - is undecided, unfinished, and ultimately speculative. It is not that the body is not yet fully known or that it is merely awaiting the intrepid and totalizing sweep of the morphological glance to finally map out its strange geography. It is that the body is not simply mysterious, progressively mappable, or subject to the logics of discovery.
When Spinoza asked the question, "what can a body do?", he was not begging for more data about the body. He was disrupting the disciplinary gestures that firmly locate the body as already known. He was releasing the body from its fixity. From the passivity of being the inert recipient of visual commitments to clarity.
Over the years, I have come to think of clarity as no less burdened by the political than other forms of engagement with the world. Clarity does not bring us closer to the world. Clarity makes worlds. And every making is an obscuration and obviation of other worlds. My autistic son, Kyah, teaches me to perform something I call "looking-away-at", which is a vital poetics of thinking bodies as lines instead of dots. As speculative instead of as clear and final.
As such, I think that - in these moments of pandemics and surveillance technologies and wellness tracking and identitarian shibboleths and health crises and traumas and genocides that vex and maim and taint and mark and name bodies everywhere - we must take material bodies seriously. But to take the body seriously, we cannot afford to look squarely at it. We must look beside it. Not merely at the morphological but at the paramorphological.
I name "paramorphology" as the practice of tracing the somatic choreography of bodies as material speculation. Something about seeing the body as a dance, as movement, as speculation, as lines not dots, allows the most beautiful field of art forms and responsibilities to blossom at the end of the world.
Báyò Akomolafe