September 2011
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“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...
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.wind.
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
...
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“we gon get real juke joint in this muthafucka right quick”
– erykah badu
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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....
