The Armenian Quarter is My Norman Mailer Cover Musical

And other displays of sotto voce aggression on World Quantum Day

(The curtain rises. Or is that “closes”?)

Welcome to another edition of my video iteration, The Armenian Quarter or No Other Land.

I’m not sure much has changed since the Oscars, when No Other Land won for Best Documentary Feature Film; ICE abducted Columbia University gentrifier (and spy?) Mahmoud Khalil; and I missed two days of Lexapro in a snafu that conspired with the two previously mentioned events to make me feel a bit crazy. Oh, and Trump released more JFK files—and signed an executive order to close (cerrar, my Spanish interrupts) the Department of Education, an agency that was only established in 1980. Some things just aren’t meant to last—like the United States of Israel, conjoined in a spiral of mutual destruction. Compare how the Trump tariffs blew up the U.S. stock market like Bibi’s U.S.-made bombs blew up Gaza. I picture China should rebuild the war-torn occupied territory and show Israel what real innovation looks like, but then again I am a descendant of Mao.

Screenshot captured and edited (size adjusted) by Sean M. P. (né Kennedy) on World Quantum Day, 14 April 2025

This new video series, The Armenian Quarter or No Other Land, however, is designed for the long haul. Exclusively for paid subscribers—though this one on the house—it features my unique perspective as a critical race theorist–cum-method actor on the news of the day in connection with Palestine and the “war here and abroad,” the subject of a panel discussion I co-organized and filmed back in the day at the CUNY Graduate Center, from which I received my Ph.D. in 2020.

I’m now closing in on five years beyond that achievement and I’m blocking my dream vision: an evening-length play on Broadway in which I tell my Tony Soprano story: Rebirth and the Salesman, or how I learned to use my indoor voice after meeting the love of my life, Arthur Paul Sanchez, a former salesperson for Prada. This video is a document of the scripting process.

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