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
the mornings tend to be the hardest. laying in bed or on the couch thinking. about shit i wish i could forget. The Smile still tends to rank up there in the first thoughts of the day. even though im over him right? whoever’s name i was calling the night before to the delight of a response of my name in return tells me The Smile is a “non-muthafuckin factor” right? haha. the mornings tend to be the...
- a novel by Randall Kenan, A Visitation of Spirits (1989) - Barbara Johnson, The Feminist Difference: Literature, Psychoanalysis, Race, and Gender (1998)
I’ve been working on leaving my head to look at the world.– inquotation.tumblr.com