August 2011
16 posts
frustrated artist
what does one do when they can’t _______ produce _______?
nothing was used in the creation of this post.
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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…
reflection.
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?
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“While generalizations tend to be useless, I would venture one that appears to...”
– Hortense J. Spillers, “Peter’s Pan: Eating in the Diaspora”
currently (re)reading
- Jared Sexton, “On the Verge of Race” (introduction to) Amalgamation Schemes
- The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, written by himself
reflection.
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.
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‘…and then the white boy said, nigga this nigga...
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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
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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
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too.much.on my.mind.
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...
currently reading:
- 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 