Smoke AgainThe Blog
Simply and shortly, Leaving the Circus is a blog about finding one’s way back home after having been caged in a circus.  The concept is drawn from Langston Hughes’ poem, Lament for Dark Peoples.

I’m pursuing my way home in many ways, but this blog will travel along the paths of religion, theology, philosophy, and art.  For me, home looks something like authentic understanding of self, “God,” and world, hoping such authenticity will prove me a better servant to the world I inhabit.

More on Leaving the Circus can be read in my post, Why “Leaving the Circus”?

The Author
I graduated university with a B.A. in philosophy.  I currently work at an urban market in Atlanta, GA while completing a Master of Arts degree in Religion from Reformed Theological Seminary.  I aspire to attain a PhD. in Moral and Political Philosophy and become a professor, writer, public intellectual and – more importantly – a good “neighbor” to my fellows.

I’m a member of The Democratic Socialists of America.

Personal Interests (no particular order):
Philosophy (Esp. Socio-Political Ethics, Language, Epistemology, Existentialism, Religion, 20th Century French Philosophy, Levinas)
All things Art (Literature, Theatre, Music, Fine Art, Photography, Etc…)
Good Conversation … but who doesn’t
Friends and Family
Football (aka Soccer)
French Language and Culture
Tea (Esp. African Autumn Blend)
City Life and Culture

Major Thought Influences (again no particular order):
Emmanuel Levinas
Paul Tillich
Soren Kierkegaard
Miles Davis
James Cone
John Piper
W.E.B. Du Bois
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Martin Luther King Jr.
Nicholas Wolterstorff

Cornel West
Jean-Luc Nancy
Karl Barth
Malcolm X
Friedrich Nietzsche
Jhumpa Lahiri
Langton Hughes
James Baldwin
Axel Honneth
Aimé Césaire
Edward Said
Noam Chomsky
Jean-Luc Marion

P.S. Though I do try to proofread my posts, I don’t do so judiciously. I write enough academic papers that require diligent re-reading and writing. So here I try to be slightly more carefree. But if some of the grammar or wording is so off that it leaves you puzzled, leave a comment, and I’ll attend to the ambiguity or error. I don’t always catch the mistakes. You’d be doing me solid :)

2 thoughts on “About

  1. What happens to a dream deferred?
    does it dry up
    like a raison in the sun,
    Or fester like a sore-
    and then run?
    Does it stink like rotten meat
    Or crust and sugar over,
    like a syrupy sweet?
    Maybe it just sags
    like a heavy load.
    Or does it explode?


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