Endalkachew Kebede

Cheerful nihilist

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

What a reign

[Robert De Niro @R0BERTDENlR0]

Me and the bestie…

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

They say time gentles all things,
yet the air bears unrest
a tongue of trembling hands
claiming dominion.

No origin is clean.
The soil keeps what we deny.

We are continuations of fire,
learning to stand
on the ruins that named us.

🖊 by: Endalkachew

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

Villainous alchemy

[CONSEQUENCE @consequence]

Happy birthday to the legendary MF DOOM, who would have turned 54 today.

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

Aging like a bootleg tape--rough, real and somehow eternal

[Jokermen @JokermenPodcast]

84 years — Happy birthday, Bob

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

This goes feral halfway through and I’m here for it

[Melodies & Masterpieces @SVG__Collection]

28 years ago today, Radiohead released “OK Computer”

The album's abstract lyrics, densely layered sound and eclectic influences laid the groundwork for Radiohead's later, more experimental work…

What’s your favorite track?

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

You wake up inside a burning fable they still call a nation.

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

Time got monetized. You blink and an ad plays. Laughter now requires a subscription. A dog speaks in terms and conditions. Reality's in beta. You exist, but only in the draft folder.

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

The spoon does not bend because it was never employed--it merely auditioned for reality and failed the callback. Meanwhile, time chews its own ankles and calls it progress

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

Same old doubters.

[Yonas Azeze @Emamisg]

Same old Arsenal.

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

Saying postmodernism “never existed” is like saying surrealism was just a dream. Sure, it was messy, misread, co-opted but that is part of its point. Lyotard didn’t start a cult, he lit a signal flare. What followed wasn’t fake it was a fractured mirror held to power.

[Anna K. Winters @tenshi_anna]

"postmodernism" doesn't exist (at least in anything like the sense that people think that it does). it never existed. it's a horrible misunderstanding from top to bottom, and almost every time people use the term, they have no idea what they are talking about. a man named Lyotard, who was a Humean neo-empiricist Anglophile heretic ex-Trotskyite within the French philosophical establishment, wrote a book called "The Postmodern Condition" and all of a sudden all of the libs in Anglophone academia started soying out over another excuse to defend an alleged "anti-metanarrative" position that was really always crypto-metanarrative about the demise of the threat posed by the genuine illiberalism of the communist movement (quite similar to Fukuyama's later "end of history" metanarrative).

but other French thinkers associated with this alleged "postmodernism," such as Lacan and Derrida, were entirely opposed to this absurd liberal claptrap. both Lacan and Derrida in different ways defended the legacy of Marxian illiberalism, as should be obvious to anyone who has actually read "The Other Side of Psychoanalysis" or "Specters of Marx" (the same goes for Irigaray's reading of Marx in "Speculum of the Other Woman," or Kristeva's reading of Marx and even Mao in "Revolution in Poetic Language"). Deleuze and Foucault, perhaps, are more liberal, as Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak pointed out in "Can the Subaltern Speak?". but what people don't understand, because of the reflexive anti-communism of Westoid conservatives, is that in the real battle lines of liberalism and illiberalism, the Marxists are on the side of illiberalism, anti-globalism, anti-institutional populism, and multipolarity.

the fear of multipolar struggle in the Marxist tradition on the part of Westoid conservatives, and the fear of engaging with thinkers like Lacan, Derrida, Irigaray, and Kristeva, is a completely empty impulse borne out of total ignorance of the actual geopolitical stakes and the status of the French Gaullism that the conservative pro-Christian thinker Lacan stood behind, with figures like Derrida, Irigaray and Kristeva (as well as more expressly communist thinkers like Althusser and Badiou) experimenting with taking Lacan's esoteric conservative insights in more radical left-wing illiberal directions.

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

@Mekdesmt So basically, academia in China said: 'If you’re not publishing, you’re just decorating the ivory tower.' Like, dang, even concubines got better PR than this 😂

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

Millennials here be like, "Gen Z, but with back pain," fully embracing the chaos like they weren’t just posting motivational quotes five years ago.

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

When Penguin pulled off THAT twist... Gotham ain't ready for what's next!

Shout-out to Colin Farrell

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

Strange,
this lifeline woven
from barbed remnants.

A crooked hand
reaches from my faults,
cradling me in the wreckage
of all I've undone.

Safety,
a parasite feeding
on the scraps of my own undoing—
thriving,
in the mess I’ve made.

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

Totally gripping https://t.co/GZT55GEh6b

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

Are we reaching for the impossible, or just redefining privilege and grandeur as ‘progress’?

Iron eagles fly high, but they forget the ground beneath.

[Sandokan D.¶ሳንዶካን🇪🇹 @SandokanDebebe]

ወደ ከፍታው እንወጣለን
Rising above limits, reaching for what others see as impossible.

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

Not every fire burns to be seen;
some glow in quiet rooms,
warmth wrapped in routine,
hidden under everyday hands
finding peace in the steady.

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

Under cloaks of virtue,
ambition smolders,
envy’s quiet rage.
We rise not to lift,
but to pull down,
calling it justice.

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

We wear paths into concrete,
etching ourselves into the grit,
believing there’s an end
to this maze of becoming.

Yet each doorway opens
to the same unfinished room—
walls that refuse to hold us.

So we name the search our home,
a quiet joke—
as if the wandering was enough.

[Endalkachew Kebede @endalkun]

I pick apart each whisper,
break down the quiet pulse of knowing,
until nothing stands firm,
not even the walls of thought.

every truth collapses,
a house of cards in a wind
I cannot name.

caught between answer and echo,
I reach for an anchor,
but it dissolves.