Say what you will about "Never Again Should People Starve in a Land of Plenty," at least it had a thesis.

I stumbled upon what is arguably the most ridiculous law review article ever and noted this fact as my Facebook status. One of my FB friends has now blogged it. Some choice extracts:

"We are the speculum in which the other rainbow appears, the rainbow of the other scene."

"Capitalism is the repetition and intensification of the racial genocide of its origin."

"Everyone has a pulse and the way one’s blood beats should occasion no public result. Blood has no history. Blame it on the rain, but no public result should flow from a supposedly history-less fact like falling leaves or race or November or the sound of rats’ feet over broken glass or Southern trees, or so they claim."

(If Virginia Woolf had never been born, would anyone write like this? What about T.S. Eliot and the rest of the high modernists?)

"Post-Bakke, the pain of white-over-black is a phantom pain of the post-amputation sort; the sort that continues, mysteriously, to be felt in the limb that is forever gone."

"Whiteness is a corporate power." Interesting. I always thought it was a limited liability partnership power.

"Post’s presentation brought something with it, a shard of shared experience in the form of a fractal square dance in a physical education class at the Elizabeth C. Barclay School some time, but not much time, after the end of the flowerchildren’s summer of love, it might have been November. I remember falling leaves. And black rain.... The untouchable black was in class, yes, but forever out of season, if they do these things when the tree is green, and that is what made the education of desire, the square dance, both possible and necessary."

The paragraph that Ted Frank flagged: "Consider the Chandrasekhar Limit as a jurisprudence: Death appears as a peculiar shadow, a one-way surface, an event horizon. There is no exit, just a dearly-departed-shaped nothing. Some things are worse than death. How dark can it be? What is the blackness of blackness? The black hole of science and of the fiction of science has a one-way surface, an event horizon, into which objects can fall, but out of which nothing comes, not even light. Is death like this? And what could be worse? Is there a death that is more—and therefore worse—than death? Primitive accumulation is mass murder beyond the limit. "

"The tidal forces of the black hole at the center of every nation state produce the display of the diversities. "

"Death comes in colors."

And no, no evidence indicating that we've been Sokal hoaxed.