u haven’t written anything. ive been dancing. hows chicago? i dont know...– who is negrosunshine?
waiting on red
beats knockin on the platform brothers spitting opposin knowledge mixed and weaved what i knew to be two du bois - washington x - king switched scratched remixed out of comfortable classrooms in the “real”? past the divide i argued was non-existent new languages on old and new theories been writing nothing novel. novel nothingness just spittin reflections realizin there is much for...
its a twisted game i play with the wind sampling riffs to catch your voice …………..floating across………… turning with every(thing) blown …….opening doors……………………. sifting through whispers in crowded rooms cataloguing laughter. mapping patterns. checking against memories ...
we gon get real juke joint in this muthafucka right quick– erykah badu
reflection. late at night. lost in my head.
at the opening of the summer i found myself lost in the light of the day. hour. moment. picking up pieces of myself i thought i had lost somewhere back in the year’s fall & winter. spring time dreams experienced with some summer heat. finding me. it was all me and my body. blocking out memories and hopes of one boy. pushing away whispers and pleas of another. i wrote about my remedy....
what does one do when they can’t _______ produce _______? nothing was used in the creation of this post.
BADU. ROY. ME’SHELL. & Q-TIP how could...
nothing else rhymes: spankyouverymuch →
james-bliss: I don’t know how to read this, but it just happened and it’s… weird… so I was working on a facebook status to mark 21 august as 180 years since Nat Turner’s rebellion and 40 years since George Jackson’s assassination. and I’m just reflecting on it quietly to myself, and I turn back to tumblr and…
been chillin in bed all day. hair nappy & happy. one of those (satur)days i enjoy most. not one word spoken. just ME. my thoughts. my spirits. a book. a pen. my journal. in & out of dreams. doors closed. shades drawn. wind blowing. LIGHT.OF.THE.SUN warming. cooling. ME. this jill scott song playing on a loop. peace&light…
wintersplace asked: who are your favorite authors?
While generalizations tend to be useless, I would venture one that appears to...– Hortense J. Spillers, “Peter’s Pan: Eating in the Diaspora”
- Jared Sexton, “On the Verge of Race” (introduction to) Amalgamation Schemes - The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, written by himself
at a staff meeting today we did a team building exercise which we told what our full names mean. my turn came, i told stories of my first name and my mom, then for my last name i stated: “…and this is my slave name.” the room broke out into laughter, then fell silent.
‘…and then the white boy said, nigga this nigga...
____________________________________________________________________________________ CAUTION: Nigger will be used often and freely in this post > Black people, I’m Black, guard down. Non-Black people, read freely amongst your-self, but I suggest never aloud in a multiracial liberal room, but who knows what goes on when we aren’t there, it may go over well. < This was a joke… Breathe and...
[W]hen the white American, holding up most twentieth-century fiction, says...– Ralph Ellison, Shadow and Act
various everyday questions
Is it too early for a cocktail? Does this shirt make me look a little too gay? If I don’t go to grad school, what would I do? When will I be famous? What would Beyonce do? Is my hair too nappy? Is he thinking of me? Should I work out more? Are my shorts too tight? How would this interaction play out if I had a gun? Which Erykah Badu song should I play now? Love ain’t shit, why am I thinking about...
We live in a culture that makes it seem as though having contradictions is...– bell hooks