July 2011
10 posts
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'Cornered' in the Mix: Adrian Piper and My...
It’s not often that I am engaged in a conversation in which the truth of The Paradigm is centerstage and all parties involved are staring unflinchingly into its abyss. That said it’s not everyday that I stare into the abyss without a flinch of my own. But, when those moments do happen, or those conversations come about, the trajectory of my day-to-day...
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Filling Words
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It was a three-square box kind of place. The first box had books. Loads and loads of books. There was a small case, but the words overfilled it. They popped out the front, landed on the floor, and some even fell behind. Then there was that empty table. Doing nothing, except for when it had a few words on it too. The desk was a mess, papers all over. Drawers filled to the brim, articles,...
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familiar people
i follow a path bitterly undefined
a twisting (of) rhythmic words, signaling…
trembled talks with lofty claims
a / my humble attempt at some kind of capture
while walking trails of blood flesh and tears
daring to test a certain unknowable
which is locatable in the cautious intellect
spoken in a truth of daily fears
told and retold in the hems of her quilt
whispered felt and found in the lines of...
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Reflection. Retrospection. Peace in Writing at...
one. i tend to come out in one of two ways. either my sexuality is thrown on the table. or im compelled to reveal notions of Blackness that extend further.deeper. than the lovely skin i adorn. defining me for me as Black-queer wraps a certain amount of pride on an individually intimate level while still placing (my)self at odds with the vast majority of people surrounding me on a day to day...
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“…when we were together time would slow to a pace that gave ease and let us...”
– water4thenile.tumblr.com
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finding the line b/t sexual liberation and ho-shit
the phrase ‘unrequited love’ has been popping up all around me this summer. between hearing it said in daily conversation, on TV shows, reading it inside album covers, and now im sitting across from a man at starbucks reading a newspaper with the phrase scrawled in a headline. im convinced the spirits are telling me to reckon something here. and well. i think my current strategy of fucking love...
Sad to say leaving home was one of the best things...
“fly free. baby, fine with me. i need to know if you feelin’ me. hey. can i...”
– e.badu
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Unleash the Queen
*these words are not of my own, but are from an essay by Marlon Riggs. It was a source in one of my own essays. I ‘chopped & screwed’ Riggs’ words one night and produced a spoken word piece.
Preface
The stage is hers, but she is not yet ready.
He know his audience awaits
What will she say?
This queer, this queen, this radical Black sissy fag who won’t shut up
Of...
if Black love liberated the people? i'd be left...
i keep telling myself Black love is revolutionary
while im fucking some reform on the side.
trapped in tides of political and spiritual
searching for meanings and truths beyond coventional
making senseless the sensible in others
bodies and objects of desire
visible to those who can’t see
understandable without a read
i keep telling myself Black love is revolutionary
while im...
