Friday, April 13, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Vote for Kiri Davis's A Girl Like Me Video Again!
We have until 12 noon tomorrow, Friday the 13th! Please help her take 1st place, she's only a few hundred away! Thanks Carmen.
http://www.cosmogirl.com/entertainment/film-contest
Cosmogirl is having a Take Action Hollywood Film Contest and I really think it would be swell if Kiri won the 10, 000 dollar prize!
http://www.racialicious.com/2007/04/05/go-vote-for-kiri-daviss-a-girl-like-me/#comment-44631
http://www.cosmogirl.com/entertainment/film-contest
Cosmogirl is having a Take Action Hollywood Film Contest and I really think it would be swell if Kiri won the 10, 000 dollar prize!
http://www.racialicious.com/2007/04/05/go-vote-for-kiri-daviss-a-girl-like-me/#comment-44631
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
I've been listening to the band Dredg
And my friends, the lead singer, Gavin Hayes, has one of the best voices I've heard in today's rock n' roll, which is saying alot. He might not have the biggest range, but he has perfect control over his voice.
I remember when Dredg's 2nd album El Cielo came out. I was listening to the music stations on digital cable one day, as I usually did after walking home from my high school. I was flicking through the stations when I hear this song.
*there's a hilarious rap at the end, i'd be delighted if someone would clue me on this out there. thanks*
Anyway, this song is very nostalgic for me. I was in tears when I first heard it. It somehow applied to everything that was going on in my life at the time, my hopes, my dreams, and fears. Family, school, stress, life. Anytime I'm feeling restless or hopeless, I listen to the song Same Ol' Road, and I am a renewed creature. Bands don't do that to me often , I tell you.
I remember when Dredg's 2nd album El Cielo came out. I was listening to the music stations on digital cable one day, as I usually did after walking home from my high school. I was flicking through the stations when I hear this song.
*there's a hilarious rap at the end, i'd be delighted if someone would clue me on this out there. thanks*
Anyway, this song is very nostalgic for me. I was in tears when I first heard it. It somehow applied to everything that was going on in my life at the time, my hopes, my dreams, and fears. Family, school, stress, life. Anytime I'm feeling restless or hopeless, I listen to the song Same Ol' Road, and I am a renewed creature. Bands don't do that to me often , I tell you.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Nothing But Caucasian Network...why care?
According to an NBC station, this raisin wrinkly redneck named Don Imus referred to the Rutgers NCAA women's basketball team as "nappy headed hoes". Also, according to this grape testicled, racist, mysogynistic coward, the game against Tennessee was chalked up as "the jigaboos vs. the wannabees."
You know, I can't exactly say I'm even angry at the ole fella. I mean, take a look at this character's face! It seems it's quite popular these days for the minimally mentally and physically endowed to spew racist gibberish with their centuries old, rank spittle flying everywhere and on every unfortunate face that catches a view of these decrepit dinosaurs. I mean, really, I could smell his nasty whiskey pork shit breath through that death knoll excuse for an apology he presented, and it was FOUL.
Dear Mr. Don Imus:
Darn, Missuh Imus, you sho's is UGLY.
ah 'aven't 'eard the word jigaboo in such a long ass time and ah don't even know wut it means antymore methinks. lemme find a dictionary for this small jigaboo brain of mine, it can only concentrates on jigs and boos. Wow, Missuh Imus, mah mind is totally blown. I don't get your big ole words, but ah's can infer you've just blatantly admitted ya insecurity and feeling of inadequacy by wiry-haired tar babies juggling large brown balls on a court and what I would assumed to be white gals who juggle large brown balls in the same profession as the formah, very frequently.
Does it offend you, Missuh Imus...to see wild, brazen African Amazonic women bounding down the court, with their bulging uncivilized jigaboo muscles moving at the speed of light oh so magically and against all laws of your pathetic cave-man logic? To see them on the same court as your precious lily and now tainted Tennessee gals who have now become wannabee jigaboos?
Fo shame, uv couse those Tennesse gals must be covorting and miscegenating with those big jigaboo males. They play in teh same game as dem darn hoes. Oh, lordie, the indecency!
Wells, ah's humbly offerin's mah's advice to ya, Missuh Imus. Jus get some shades a tad darker than those fugly wrongly seasoned excuses for sun spectacles youse already have, and thataway youse can be blinda than yo racist ass already is now. Never again do yo's wise, beady little wanna-be John Wayne eyes have to suffer the sight of innocent Southern belles lollygaggin' wit ta Negroes. A matter of fact, don't even show up at the court, we don't want you sufferin'.
Because face it, Missuh Imus. Us Negroes likes's to play some bouncy balls, and you never know when of us wild jigaboos go off and flatten your ugly lizard face wit one.
You know, I can't exactly say I'm even angry at the ole fella. I mean, take a look at this character's face! It seems it's quite popular these days for the minimally mentally and physically endowed to spew racist gibberish with their centuries old, rank spittle flying everywhere and on every unfortunate face that catches a view of these decrepit dinosaurs. I mean, really, I could smell his nasty whiskey pork shit breath through that death knoll excuse for an apology he presented, and it was FOUL.
Dear Mr. Don Imus:
Darn, Missuh Imus, you sho's is UGLY.
ah 'aven't 'eard the word jigaboo in such a long ass time and ah don't even know wut it means antymore methinks. lemme find a dictionary for this small jigaboo brain of mine, it can only concentrates on jigs and boos. Wow, Missuh Imus, mah mind is totally blown. I don't get your big ole words, but ah's can infer you've just blatantly admitted ya insecurity and feeling of inadequacy by wiry-haired tar babies juggling large brown balls on a court and what I would assumed to be white gals who juggle large brown balls in the same profession as the formah, very frequently.
Does it offend you, Missuh Imus...to see wild, brazen African Amazonic women bounding down the court, with their bulging uncivilized jigaboo muscles moving at the speed of light oh so magically and against all laws of your pathetic cave-man logic? To see them on the same court as your precious lily and now tainted Tennessee gals who have now become wannabee jigaboos?
Fo shame, uv couse those Tennesse gals must be covorting and miscegenating with those big jigaboo males. They play in teh same game as dem darn hoes. Oh, lordie, the indecency!
Wells, ah's humbly offerin's mah's advice to ya, Missuh Imus. Jus get some shades a tad darker than those fugly wrongly seasoned excuses for sun spectacles youse already have, and thataway youse can be blinda than yo racist ass already is now. Never again do yo's wise, beady little wanna-be John Wayne eyes have to suffer the sight of innocent Southern belles lollygaggin' wit ta Negroes. A matter of fact, don't even show up at the court, we don't want you sufferin'.
Because face it, Missuh Imus. Us Negroes likes's to play some bouncy balls, and you never know when of us wild jigaboos go off and flatten your ugly lizard face wit one.
Easter Weekend
Well, I will be honest and confess that I didn't do the cardio for Saturday. I canceled my appointment at the art gallery where I volunteer occasionally and spent the day to myself.
However, I went up to Cleveland with my friend Stefan and shared an Easter Dinner of sorts with a couple friends who came also. It was good to get out and see some friendly faces, instead of the usual cold stares I get in my neighborhood. Sunday morning was a bit whacky. I didn't eat exactly clean, I had a very large dinner that included spaghetti, curry with rice, and perogies, with cake for dessert, chocolate truffles candy, and guess what I ate for breakfast? Those weird little rollup crispy cookie thingies with some pretzels. Oh yes, I went back to tuna again. This was over the course of two days. I don't feel guilty at all, because in the morning at my buddy's house I did this:
lat rows
military presses
flys
lower back
squats
squats with dumbells
prone hip extensions
crunches lifting legs at about a 45 degree angle of my friend's weight bench....ouch...
and before hand, i warmed up by hopping around and kicking my legs with ankle weights attached to them.
Before bed:
ball reverse trunk flex- this is where you take a resista ball (those giant bouncy rubber balls for the uninitiated) between the calves and thighs and lift your abs and crunch hopefully melting fat into oblivion.
((^__~))
obliques (crisscross, side crunches)
lower ab leg raises
quadriplexes
the plank
but before then, I need to look up the latest Cillian Murphy movie, because that Irish man is hotness.
However, I went up to Cleveland with my friend Stefan and shared an Easter Dinner of sorts with a couple friends who came also. It was good to get out and see some friendly faces, instead of the usual cold stares I get in my neighborhood. Sunday morning was a bit whacky. I didn't eat exactly clean, I had a very large dinner that included spaghetti, curry with rice, and perogies, with cake for dessert, chocolate truffles candy, and guess what I ate for breakfast? Those weird little rollup crispy cookie thingies with some pretzels. Oh yes, I went back to tuna again. This was over the course of two days. I don't feel guilty at all, because in the morning at my buddy's house I did this:
lat rows
military presses
flys
lower back
squats
squats with dumbells
prone hip extensions
crunches lifting legs at about a 45 degree angle of my friend's weight bench....ouch...
and before hand, i warmed up by hopping around and kicking my legs with ankle weights attached to them.
Before bed:
ball reverse trunk flex- this is where you take a resista ball (those giant bouncy rubber balls for the uninitiated) between the calves and thighs and lift your abs and crunch hopefully melting fat into oblivion.
((^__~))
obliques (crisscross, side crunches)
lower ab leg raises
quadriplexes
the plank
but before then, I need to look up the latest Cillian Murphy movie, because that Irish man is hotness.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Bauhaus
Esto grupo es uno de mis favoritos and I make no concessions or apologies. For every 3 mediocre songs they had (I really can't think of any right now) they had many more with funky ass bass lines. Fuck bands like My Chemical Romance and whatever eye-liner bull shit Green Da-I won't even finish. We understand each other clear.
Cover of T-Rex's Telegram Sam
She's in Parties
In the Flat Field
Now all I desire is my Third Uncle video!
Goth before those poser pansies even knew what it was. At least I didn't go bitch and upload Sister of Mercy. MWHAHAHAHA.
Cover of T-Rex's Telegram Sam
She's in Parties
In the Flat Field
Now all I desire is my Third Uncle video!
Goth before those poser pansies even knew what it was. At least I didn't go bitch and upload Sister of Mercy. MWHAHAHAHA.
Timex Social Club, Rumours, Gap Band, You Dropped the Bomb On Me
Rumours
hilarious...this cemented my obsession with animation at an early age.
Uh, figure it out for yourself. Awesomeness.
Turbo doing the broom dance. I think I have finished my 80's black music for the week.
Promish. Sike.
hilarious...this cemented my obsession with animation at an early age.
Uh, figure it out for yourself. Awesomeness.
Turbo doing the broom dance. I think I have finished my 80's black music for the week.
Promish. Sike.
Kriss Kross, Missy Elliot, and such things.
Kriss Kross with Jump
Missy Elliot with Da Rain
And her classic, Sock it To Me.
someone needs to remix or make an anime music video out of sock it to me, pronto!
Skee-lo with I Wish I Was a Baller
Now you otaku's can't touch this one, sorry. Strictly.
This dude was so flipping funny.
Missy Elliot with Da Rain
And her classic, Sock it To Me.
someone needs to remix or make an anime music video out of sock it to me, pronto!
Skee-lo with I Wish I Was a Baller
Now you otaku's can't touch this one, sorry. Strictly.
This dude was so flipping funny.
Good Animes
Anime:
Influences from Punk, Hip Hop, Jazz, and other subcultures
It’s obvious that I am a bit of an otaku, but I try not to beat my friends over the head with it. Nonetheless, if you are here on my blog page, it’s obviously for a reason, no? I happened to grow up with a lot of these influences and it was fun to point them out in some of my favorite anime series. Not to mention rant and rave about them. So without further ado, here are some series I think are very worthwhile, especially if your knowledge of Japanese animation is merely Pokemon or Sailor Moon. *mentally wincing.
Cowboy Bebop
The anime for people who hate anime, not only will I pimp this series until I die, it is funny with humor that is geared toward an older audience. You can watch this and not actually be embarassed that you found it. Yes, it is that good. The character designs are realistic and there are pop cultural references abound, with a great soundtrack from an amazing composer named Yoko Kanno (she should do live movies, I think), taking elements from the blues, bebop jazz, country, funk, and classical music. I have the entire set on DVD, but in my opinion the best one to get is the Perfect Sessions which comes with a butt load of goodies.
It tells the story of a group of futuristic, post modern bounty hunters out in outer space with shady pasts. Each episode is standalone feature in itself, instead of having the storyline thrust into those nerdy ass sagas of which non-fans hate. No crappy Dragon ball Z antics here! Even still, it’s so engaging that you will want to see the entire series. The character development is better than some of the best award winning live-action movies, I kid you not.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cowboy_Bebop
It has spoilers! So don’t read too far, the end is tear-jerking, and it takes a lot to make me cry.
The inspiration for the main character:
...and stir in some Bruce Lee
Akira
Two words: cyber punk. Look them up.
It’s psychological, action-packed, and more than a little existential. Fast and furious indeed.
“Kaneda is a bike gang leader whose close friend Tetsuo gets involved in a government secret project known as Akira. On his way to save Tetsuo, Kaneda runs into a group of anti-government activists, greedy politicians, irresponsible scientists and a powerful military leader. The confrontation sparks off Tetsuo's supernatural power leading to bloody death, a coup attempt and the final battle in Tokyo Olympiad where Akira's secrets were buried 30 years ago.” From Amazon.com
The Bike!
Ghost in the Shell
Screw the series on Adult Swim at night. If it wasn’t for this movie, the thieves otherwise known as the Wachowski brothers (The Matrix) wouldn’t be rich right now. But it also has similarities to the film Blade Runner, which is pretty popular in Japan. This is for thinking people only.
“The year is 2029. The world has become intensively information oriented and humans are well-connected to the network. Crime has developed into a sophisticated stage by hacking into the interactive network. To prevent this, Section 9 is formed. These are cyborgs with incredible strengths and abilities that can access any network on Earth.” Amazon.com
Samurai Champloo
Some consider it the “spiritual successor to Cowboy Bebop” because it is from the same creators and the main character is seemingly indestructible with b-boy/capoeira inspired martial art moves. He also bears a strong resemblance to CB's protagonist. Samurai Champloo is so whacky and clues you in to the Japanese director/writers warped mind quickly. There is this anachronistic theme going on through out the entire 26 episode series, so much so that I think they really wish hip hop was made in Japan. Fucking LOLS.
The fighting scenes are the bomb-diggity though, with top notch animation. I would expect nothing less from the studio that created Bebop. And the soundtrack is entirely underground Japanese hip hop, a first in the genre.
Now what I want to know is, when is the creator going to get on with some more Cowboy Bebop?!
Daft Punk-Interstella 555
“The Animated House Musical”
Damn those crazy Frenchies. Daft Punk is one of the few worthwhile things to come out of France, along with Amelie. I am not a big fan of the French, their horrible food, or their post-imperialistic, whimful, prissy assed ways.
That said, the duo of Daft Punk are pretty talented at amalgamating the sum of their influences in music and art, infusing them into their own trademark blend of French house/electro-funk. There is a reason Bustah Rhymes (the SELLOUT) sampled that hot track “Technologic” for his #1 single, “Touch It.” See? Silly ass fool didn’t even changed the title song that much! Damned Fool! I’m sorry, I was subjected to that awful damned song too many times. That goes for you too Missy Misdemeanor Elliot! Your new stuff BLOWS.
Anywhoodles, the French funk twins teamed with an awesomely famous anime director, Leiji Matsumoto, the guy behind the Space Battleship Yamato and Galaxy Express 999. There is no dialog and little audio besides the music, which is in perfect sync with the animation. Beautiful!
The storyline involves 4 unfortunate blue-skinned space aliens who play in a band on their home world are kidnapped by this evil corporation’s army from earth. Their memories are replicated and they are disguised as humans, implanted with mind devices that make them play music mindlessly like automatons! Needless to say they become a smash hit on Planet Earth. Naturally a friend from the home planet sets out to save the four and they together resolve to defeat the evil corporate record boss, who has kidnapped many a hapless alien before.
The first part of the musical, with One More Time, Aerodynamic
It’s free fools!
Here are these poor aliens, minding their own damned business and wham, they get kidnapped. For flipping shame. And the poor guitarist tried to jet, but those mean ole' Earthlings wasn’ t havin’ it!
Part 2
To the rescue!
This is the part of the film where the four go back to try and put some whoop ass on this fool. They apparently learn that the corporate boss Earl de Darkwood’s grandpa was a great alchemist who found out about the existence of the alien’s world, and stole many aliens who served as history’s greatest musicians on Earth.
Seriously though, Mozart was a midget space alien? Anachronism at it’s finest.
Man, Matsumoto and Daft Punk are on some neon space crack, and I want it!
Note the corporate space patrol flunky army, and the cult freaks in the robes.
People really think that secret organizations like that don’t exist. Now I’m not saying that someone like Ray Charles or Jimi Hendrix was a space alien, but you get my drift. David Bowie would have you believe he is from a different plane of existense, but really, his eyes look like different colors because he was socked in the eye by a childhood friend.
I guess I’m also kinda glad the Black guy isn’t all thuggish ruggish, but he still fits the pretty magical stereotype. But then again, all four of them are, so what are you going to do. They had to keep with the 70's Bowie futuristic theme, so there you go. Cartoon Network ran this entire movie at night as a 4 song Daft Punk set back in 2000-2001, when they still had that doofy, annoying robot Tom as a mascot.
You can find more of these great animes on the wonderful world of youtube if you give a damn.
Influences from Punk, Hip Hop, Jazz, and other subcultures
It’s obvious that I am a bit of an otaku, but I try not to beat my friends over the head with it. Nonetheless, if you are here on my blog page, it’s obviously for a reason, no? I happened to grow up with a lot of these influences and it was fun to point them out in some of my favorite anime series. Not to mention rant and rave about them. So without further ado, here are some series I think are very worthwhile, especially if your knowledge of Japanese animation is merely Pokemon or Sailor Moon. *mentally wincing.
Cowboy Bebop
The anime for people who hate anime, not only will I pimp this series until I die, it is funny with humor that is geared toward an older audience. You can watch this and not actually be embarassed that you found it. Yes, it is that good. The character designs are realistic and there are pop cultural references abound, with a great soundtrack from an amazing composer named Yoko Kanno (she should do live movies, I think), taking elements from the blues, bebop jazz, country, funk, and classical music. I have the entire set on DVD, but in my opinion the best one to get is the Perfect Sessions which comes with a butt load of goodies.
It tells the story of a group of futuristic, post modern bounty hunters out in outer space with shady pasts. Each episode is standalone feature in itself, instead of having the storyline thrust into those nerdy ass sagas of which non-fans hate. No crappy Dragon ball Z antics here! Even still, it’s so engaging that you will want to see the entire series. The character development is better than some of the best award winning live-action movies, I kid you not.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cowboy_Bebop
It has spoilers! So don’t read too far, the end is tear-jerking, and it takes a lot to make me cry.
The inspiration for the main character:
...and stir in some Bruce Lee
Akira
Two words: cyber punk. Look them up.
It’s psychological, action-packed, and more than a little existential. Fast and furious indeed.
“Kaneda is a bike gang leader whose close friend Tetsuo gets involved in a government secret project known as Akira. On his way to save Tetsuo, Kaneda runs into a group of anti-government activists, greedy politicians, irresponsible scientists and a powerful military leader. The confrontation sparks off Tetsuo's supernatural power leading to bloody death, a coup attempt and the final battle in Tokyo Olympiad where Akira's secrets were buried 30 years ago.” From Amazon.com
The Bike!
Ghost in the Shell
Screw the series on Adult Swim at night. If it wasn’t for this movie, the thieves otherwise known as the Wachowski brothers (The Matrix) wouldn’t be rich right now. But it also has similarities to the film Blade Runner, which is pretty popular in Japan. This is for thinking people only.
“The year is 2029. The world has become intensively information oriented and humans are well-connected to the network. Crime has developed into a sophisticated stage by hacking into the interactive network. To prevent this, Section 9 is formed. These are cyborgs with incredible strengths and abilities that can access any network on Earth.” Amazon.com
Samurai Champloo
Some consider it the “spiritual successor to Cowboy Bebop” because it is from the same creators and the main character is seemingly indestructible with b-boy/capoeira inspired martial art moves. He also bears a strong resemblance to CB's protagonist. Samurai Champloo is so whacky and clues you in to the Japanese director/writers warped mind quickly. There is this anachronistic theme going on through out the entire 26 episode series, so much so that I think they really wish hip hop was made in Japan. Fucking LOLS.
The fighting scenes are the bomb-diggity though, with top notch animation. I would expect nothing less from the studio that created Bebop. And the soundtrack is entirely underground Japanese hip hop, a first in the genre.
Now what I want to know is, when is the creator going to get on with some more Cowboy Bebop?!
Daft Punk-Interstella 555
“The Animated House Musical”
Damn those crazy Frenchies. Daft Punk is one of the few worthwhile things to come out of France, along with Amelie. I am not a big fan of the French, their horrible food, or their post-imperialistic, whimful, prissy assed ways.
That said, the duo of Daft Punk are pretty talented at amalgamating the sum of their influences in music and art, infusing them into their own trademark blend of French house/electro-funk. There is a reason Bustah Rhymes (the SELLOUT) sampled that hot track “Technologic” for his #1 single, “Touch It.” See? Silly ass fool didn’t even changed the title song that much! Damned Fool! I’m sorry, I was subjected to that awful damned song too many times. That goes for you too Missy Misdemeanor Elliot! Your new stuff BLOWS.
Anywhoodles, the French funk twins teamed with an awesomely famous anime director, Leiji Matsumoto, the guy behind the Space Battleship Yamato and Galaxy Express 999. There is no dialog and little audio besides the music, which is in perfect sync with the animation. Beautiful!
The storyline involves 4 unfortunate blue-skinned space aliens who play in a band on their home world are kidnapped by this evil corporation’s army from earth. Their memories are replicated and they are disguised as humans, implanted with mind devices that make them play music mindlessly like automatons! Needless to say they become a smash hit on Planet Earth. Naturally a friend from the home planet sets out to save the four and they together resolve to defeat the evil corporate record boss, who has kidnapped many a hapless alien before.
The first part of the musical, with One More Time, Aerodynamic
It’s free fools!
Here are these poor aliens, minding their own damned business and wham, they get kidnapped. For flipping shame. And the poor guitarist tried to jet, but those mean ole' Earthlings wasn’ t havin’ it!
Part 2
To the rescue!
This is the part of the film where the four go back to try and put some whoop ass on this fool. They apparently learn that the corporate boss Earl de Darkwood’s grandpa was a great alchemist who found out about the existence of the alien’s world, and stole many aliens who served as history’s greatest musicians on Earth.
Seriously though, Mozart was a midget space alien? Anachronism at it’s finest.
Man, Matsumoto and Daft Punk are on some neon space crack, and I want it!
Note the corporate space patrol flunky army, and the cult freaks in the robes.
People really think that secret organizations like that don’t exist. Now I’m not saying that someone like Ray Charles or Jimi Hendrix was a space alien, but you get my drift. David Bowie would have you believe he is from a different plane of existense, but really, his eyes look like different colors because he was socked in the eye by a childhood friend.
I guess I’m also kinda glad the Black guy isn’t all thuggish ruggish, but he still fits the pretty magical stereotype. But then again, all four of them are, so what are you going to do. They had to keep with the 70's Bowie futuristic theme, so there you go. Cartoon Network ran this entire movie at night as a 4 song Daft Punk set back in 2000-2001, when they still had that doofy, annoying robot Tom as a mascot.
You can find more of these great animes on the wonderful world of youtube if you give a damn.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Vote for Kiri Davis's A Girl Like Me Video
http://www.cosmogirl.com/entertainment/film-contest
Cosmogirl is having a Take Action Hollywood Film Contest and I really think it would be swell if Kiri won the 10, 000 dollar prize!
http://www.racialicious.com/2007/04/05/go-vote-for-kiri-daviss-a-girl-like-me/#comment-44631
Cosmogirl is having a Take Action Hollywood Film Contest and I really think it would be swell if Kiri won the 10, 000 dollar prize!
http://www.racialicious.com/2007/04/05/go-vote-for-kiri-daviss-a-girl-like-me/#comment-44631
Those Tears...feminist poem
THOSE TEARS
of a white woman who came to the group for Women of Color
only
her grief cut us into guilt while we clutched the straw
of this tiny square inch we have which we need
so desperately when we need so much more
We talked her into leaving
which took 10 minutes of our precious 60
Those legion white Lesbians whose feelings are hurt
because we have a Lesbians of Color Potluck
once a month for 2 hours
without them
Those tears of the straight woman
because we kicked out her boyfriend at the Lesbians only
poetry reading where no microphone was provided
& the room was much too small for all of us
shouting that we were imperialists
though I had spent 8 minutes trying to explain
to her that an oppressed people
cannot oppress their oppressor
She ignored me
charged into the room weeping & storming
taking up 9 minutes of our precious tiny square inch
Ah those tears
which could be jails, graves, rapists, thieves, thugs
those tears which are so puffed up with inappropriate grief
Those women who are used to having their tears work
rage at us
when they don’t
We are not real Feminists they say
We do not love women
I yell back with a wet face
_Where are our jobs? Our apartments?_
_Our voices in parliament or congress?_
_Where is our safety from beatings, from murder?_
_You cannot even respect us to allow us_
_60 uninterrupted minutes for ourselves_
Your tears are chains
Feminism is the right of each woman
to claim her own life her own time
her own interrupted 60 hours
60 days
60 years
No matter how sensitive you are
if you are white
you are
No matter how sensitive you are
if you are a man
you are
We who are not allowed to speak have the right
to define our terms our turf
These facts are not debatable
Give us our inch
& we’ll hand you a hanky
****************************************************
Does anyone know who wrote this? I've been trying to look it up, but I can find the author. Anyway, I thought it would be awesome to share.
of a white woman who came to the group for Women of Color
only
her grief cut us into guilt while we clutched the straw
of this tiny square inch we have which we need
so desperately when we need so much more
We talked her into leaving
which took 10 minutes of our precious 60
Those legion white Lesbians whose feelings are hurt
because we have a Lesbians of Color Potluck
once a month for 2 hours
without them
Those tears of the straight woman
because we kicked out her boyfriend at the Lesbians only
poetry reading where no microphone was provided
& the room was much too small for all of us
shouting that we were imperialists
though I had spent 8 minutes trying to explain
to her that an oppressed people
cannot oppress their oppressor
She ignored me
charged into the room weeping & storming
taking up 9 minutes of our precious tiny square inch
Ah those tears
which could be jails, graves, rapists, thieves, thugs
those tears which are so puffed up with inappropriate grief
Those women who are used to having their tears work
rage at us
when they don’t
We are not real Feminists they say
We do not love women
I yell back with a wet face
_Where are our jobs? Our apartments?_
_Our voices in parliament or congress?_
_Where is our safety from beatings, from murder?_
_You cannot even respect us to allow us_
_60 uninterrupted minutes for ourselves_
Your tears are chains
Feminism is the right of each woman
to claim her own life her own time
her own interrupted 60 hours
60 days
60 years
No matter how sensitive you are
if you are white
you are
No matter how sensitive you are
if you are a man
you are
We who are not allowed to speak have the right
to define our terms our turf
These facts are not debatable
Give us our inch
& we’ll hand you a hanky
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Does anyone know who wrote this? I've been trying to look it up, but I can find the author. Anyway, I thought it would be awesome to share.
Aura-Lites
Aura-lites
Who has time for envy when the
Lights are fading?
The girl on the dusty road
Is calmly waiting
Maybe he’ll come
By and by
Before you are crushed
Under your own weight
Pipe dream in the skies
There’s something in the dark
You would still rather wait for glow
Never mind your own
Past the orchard blooms
And every harvest
A banquet
And not a care or fear
The princess of dawn waits
And cares not for the moon
The sun out flames the fool
But desire will drown you
To be continued
**********************************
An old poem, this was about a young woman who waited endlessly for her lost lover to come back from whatever took him away from her. I was trying to lampoon those Disney princess stories, believe, I love them like many people, but everyone knows that shit is unrealistic.
She waits and waits
and waits and waits
by an old road before daylight
staring at the horizon
as the sun comes up
hoping he'll come back
but one day just as she catches a glimpse
of his figure as the sun throws out his shadow towards her
all those years of uv radiation have killed her eyes
and she goes blind.
Who has time for envy when the
Lights are fading?
The girl on the dusty road
Is calmly waiting
Maybe he’ll come
By and by
Before you are crushed
Under your own weight
Pipe dream in the skies
There’s something in the dark
You would still rather wait for glow
Never mind your own
Past the orchard blooms
And every harvest
A banquet
And not a care or fear
The princess of dawn waits
And cares not for the moon
The sun out flames the fool
But desire will drown you
To be continued
**********************************
An old poem, this was about a young woman who waited endlessly for her lost lover to come back from whatever took him away from her. I was trying to lampoon those Disney princess stories, believe, I love them like many people, but everyone knows that shit is unrealistic.
She waits and waits
and waits and waits
by an old road before daylight
staring at the horizon
as the sun comes up
hoping he'll come back
but one day just as she catches a glimpse
of his figure as the sun throws out his shadow towards her
all those years of uv radiation have killed her eyes
and she goes blind.
Head Cold
Head Cold
Cold and wet words press my ears
With the burning sensation
Of verbal fire
Stroking my desire
Like Pandora’s whispering
Tempting evil.
Cold fluids running
Down the back of my throat
No chance to emote
From my own perspective
Directed, lulled by
A sour taste in my mouth
An afterthought of you
Brine-washed brain-rot
Evidenced by malformed sentences
Breaching the trine-pact of
Mind
Body
Soul
I’m pickle-peppered-peter-pipered
Wet daddy roached
Informal-de-HYDE
Holding my tongue
Makes me JEKYL.
Cold and wet words press my ears
With the burning sensation
Of verbal fire
Stroking my desire
Like Pandora’s whispering
Tempting evil.
Cold fluids running
Down the back of my throat
No chance to emote
From my own perspective
Directed, lulled by
A sour taste in my mouth
An afterthought of you
Brine-washed brain-rot
Evidenced by malformed sentences
Breaching the trine-pact of
Mind
Body
Soul
I’m pickle-peppered-peter-pipered
Wet daddy roached
Informal-de-HYDE
Holding my tongue
Makes me JEKYL.
Untitled
Time comes and it goes
What gold may stay?
Nobody knows
The baggage you hold
Could break your back
Should you be so bold.
Untitled (again)
There is a soft core waiting inside
But I can’t fit inside my shell
Winding around in circles
Like the nautilus to hell
And back.
Untitled (trine)
Give me your tears
I will keep a vase for you.
Under my auspices
Bloom all who share faith.
I feel every ebb and flow you take.
Aurora lights you aglow.
Untitled (Cuatro)
For my wits
I can spend
I’m not so bad
I’ve got a bit
So boho heavy brains
And purple-colored funk
Compressed but depressed
I tire before I rise
I rise only to tire
Untitled (Cinco)
Come here lil’ boy
I’ve got something
To show you now
I need you to hush.
Because everytime you scream
Flashbacks
To your DADDY
AND HIS FISTS.
At my mommy’s face
+ everyplace.
And your smart mouth
And his acid tounge.
And my mommy
Was so in-love
With his no-good-ass.
She loves you too.
You look just like him.
Comeeeeeere little boy.
I’ve got something
You don’t wanna hear
But you already know.
Because ev-ery-time
I see you
Flashbacks
To your DADDY
AND HIS FISTS.
On top of my mommy
+ everyplace.
And your smart mouth
And his acid tounge.
And my mommy
Is “Still in Love”
With his
No
Good
Ass.
She loves you too.
You look just like him.
I don’t.
Untitled (Seis)
Words make problems
That make no sense
Everytime I offer you
My confidence
I’m riding on the wave
Of your broken desires
Small intentions
Make idle fires.
Time comes and it goes
What gold may stay?
Nobody knows
The baggage you hold
Could break your back
Should you be so bold.
Untitled (again)
There is a soft core waiting inside
But I can’t fit inside my shell
Winding around in circles
Like the nautilus to hell
And back.
Untitled (trine)
Give me your tears
I will keep a vase for you.
Under my auspices
Bloom all who share faith.
I feel every ebb and flow you take.
Aurora lights you aglow.
Untitled (Cuatro)
For my wits
I can spend
I’m not so bad
I’ve got a bit
So boho heavy brains
And purple-colored funk
Compressed but depressed
I tire before I rise
I rise only to tire
Untitled (Cinco)
Come here lil’ boy
I’ve got something
To show you now
I need you to hush.
Because everytime you scream
Flashbacks
To your DADDY
AND HIS FISTS.
At my mommy’s face
+ everyplace.
And your smart mouth
And his acid tounge.
And my mommy
Was so in-love
With his no-good-ass.
She loves you too.
You look just like him.
Comeeeeeere little boy.
I’ve got something
You don’t wanna hear
But you already know.
Because ev-ery-time
I see you
Flashbacks
To your DADDY
AND HIS FISTS.
On top of my mommy
+ everyplace.
And your smart mouth
And his acid tounge.
And my mommy
Is “Still in Love”
With his
No
Good
Ass.
She loves you too.
You look just like him.
I don’t.
Untitled (Seis)
Words make problems
That make no sense
Everytime I offer you
My confidence
I’m riding on the wave
Of your broken desires
Small intentions
Make idle fires.
Rope
Rope
Some ties don’t just don’t bind
Regardless of blood
Or the laws up on high
But she could still feel the rope around her neck
As she was flung towards the skies
Whirling down and around
Innocence unwound
Against the ground
Some ties don’t just don’t bind
Regardless of blood
Or the laws up on high
But she could still feel the rope around her neck
As she was flung towards the skies
Whirling down and around
Innocence unwound
Against the ground
Lord Hades
Lord Hades, by Olivia Peyton...
I welcomed you, Lord Hades, as would
An infernal Proserpina, hell-bent on leaving
The beauteous world of Light and Love -
A weary-worn child of field and meadow who
Thought perhaps the acrid stench of sulfur
Romantic, rising off the moor uncouth.
Not knowing that the pomegranate
Contained a sharpened serpent's tooth.
So when the field and meadow were laid barren,
And red juice of berry stained the soul,
The sovereign of Dis unleashed his daemons
And created smoke to hide his faults -
The torment was intense yet Proserpina
Believed in death that meant reprise -
Was a Scorpion not an Eagle -
Did the Phoenix not also rise?
The fire laid waste to all save conscience,
The water tossed on embers cruel,
Creating smoke that fogged the wasteland
Leaving all save one small root
That led your Proserpina back
To Heaven, and rekindled put-out blaze -
Nevermore will Proserpina
Venture down the Scorpion's maze.
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It would be fun to illustrate this one day.
I welcomed you, Lord Hades, as would
An infernal Proserpina, hell-bent on leaving
The beauteous world of Light and Love -
A weary-worn child of field and meadow who
Thought perhaps the acrid stench of sulfur
Romantic, rising off the moor uncouth.
Not knowing that the pomegranate
Contained a sharpened serpent's tooth.
So when the field and meadow were laid barren,
And red juice of berry stained the soul,
The sovereign of Dis unleashed his daemons
And created smoke to hide his faults -
The torment was intense yet Proserpina
Believed in death that meant reprise -
Was a Scorpion not an Eagle -
Did the Phoenix not also rise?
The fire laid waste to all save conscience,
The water tossed on embers cruel,
Creating smoke that fogged the wasteland
Leaving all save one small root
That led your Proserpina back
To Heaven, and rekindled put-out blaze -
Nevermore will Proserpina
Venture down the Scorpion's maze.
*********************************************
It would be fun to illustrate this one day.
Babylonian Baby
Babylonian Baby
There was a woman on the water.
There she was by the sea.
On the tides she dragged the cultural womb,
A false mother that birthed you and me.
Her head’s pearled with envy,
And Pride beads her feet,
Her dark eyes bide the time
As you sow, you shall reap.
By her blood borne
it dies.
By her blood borne
it dies
and smoke-clouds rise.
There was a woman on the water.
There she was by the sea.
On the tides she dragged the cultural womb,
A false mother that birthed you and me.
Her head’s pearled with envy,
And Pride beads her feet,
Her dark eyes bide the time
As you sow, you shall reap.
By her blood borne
it dies.
By her blood borne
it dies
and smoke-clouds rise.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
More Old School and Alicia Keys
Old School Flavor Because I Feel Like It
Ain’t No Future In Your Frontin’
Let Me Love You Down…both versions
And well, I fucking love this song!
Ain’t No Future In Your Frontin’
Let Me Love You Down…both versions
And well, I fucking love this song!
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
La guayabita: Declaraciones Juventud Afrodescendiente/Declarations of the Afro-descendant youth
La guayabita: Declaraciones Juventud Afrodescendiente/Declarations of the Afro-descendant youth
All I can say is AMAZING. Libertad para todos! I stumbled across this blog today By La guayabita who posted this. Many people don't know that people of African descent exist in other places than the United States and Canada. The struggle is world wide. Is this the sign of a growing civil rights movement para los las afrodescientes y los indigenas?
I think that these movements have been gathering momentum for decades after the influence of civil rights leaders in America and the horrible effects of United States backed dictators on Latin America, or possibly even before those times. I would have to educate myself further on the issue.
All I can say is AMAZING. Libertad para todos! I stumbled across this blog today By La guayabita who posted this. Many people don't know that people of African descent exist in other places than the United States and Canada. The struggle is world wide. Is this the sign of a growing civil rights movement para los las afrodescientes y los indigenas?
I think that these movements have been gathering momentum for decades after the influence of civil rights leaders in America and the horrible effects of United States backed dictators on Latin America, or possibly even before those times. I would have to educate myself further on the issue.
White People and Hip Hop- Addicted to Race podcast #65
Here's a plug from one my FAVORITE progressive blog/podcast, Addicted to Race. Carmen always does such a great job.
"White People and Hip Hop"
Being the ranter and raver that I am, I had to leave a long comment!
"White People and Hip Hop"
Being the ranter and raver that I am, I had to leave a long comment!
Sunday, April 01, 2007
It's very scary....
When you are minding your own damned business on a Sunday evening and a strange guy 'accidentally' keys open your door. I was actually going to leave in a few minutes to go burn off steam at the gym. Now I've got a bleeding fucking headache and wondering whether or not this character has keyed open my door before. "Oops, I thought this was my apartment!"
Why in the hell would all the locks to the doors on this floor be manufactured EXACTLY the same? This man lives down the hall from me, in fact, he's hit on me before, unfortunately. He lives with what I presume to be his girlfriend and her pair of rascals. Now I know most if not all of the apartments on this floor are one bedrooms, so how they fit themselves in their I don't know, nor do I care to comprehend at the moment. I immediately called the maintenance office in order to solve this problem, and the gentleman came with a new lock in less than an hour. Whilst waiting, I decided to fore go the early evening aerobics and stick to crunches and free weights in my living room. I was so nervous and tense I didn't know what to do, but I damn sure wasn't leaving after that! After the maintenance man changed the lock and left, I was struck with terrible headache, brought on by the stress of the situation and what was more or less hunger. I was so jarred I probably burned up the same amount of calories I would have on the treadmill. Sheeez.
This is one of those times in my life where I do my art as a relief. That is simply the purpose it has served in my life. A relief from stress, a cleansing, a sort of catharsis if you will. I was actually going to try write in a more poetic or prose like fashion in regards to this BULLSHIT, but it seems I've already racked more than enough nerve cells for the day. I'm usually one to try to keep a tight rein on my emotions, at least in how I display myself to people. To be honest, I've been seething for the past 3-4 hours since it all started today. Sometimes I'm darkly humorous about my intensity and due to being what I guess one could call a dabbling astrologer, I sometimes chalk it up to too many planets in Aquarius and Scorpio.
This weird motherfucker that opened my door has hit on me before, quite possibly knocked on my door late at night (along with another annoying ass young fool who was doubly persistent), and likes to give me the eye and smile when I see him with his young girlfriend. I don't know if he's her "baby daddy" or what, but he's obviously in his damned 30's or 40's and she doesn't look a day over 21. Not that I have anything against older men and dating, but I am not interested in this freak. He creeps me the fuck out. When I heard my door mysteriously opening, I got up off my living couch and went to hall in front of the door, with what I hope was a low growl, "Excuse Me?" The look on his face seemed to be one of someone that was in the middle of a devious act, not what I would call innocent. I've seen many faces, and there is a BIG difference between accidental transgression and caught with one's hands in the cookie jar.
A number of things have been running through my head (you can thank my paranoid and investigative Scorpio planets).
1. This guy had a key that unlocked MY door. How do I know if this is first time this has actually happened?
2. His expression just seemed a bit off, like he wasn't expecting me there. In my opinion, he should have been really shocked to find out that it wasn't his apartment, but he wasn't.
3. He has expressed an interest in me before, as I stated above, even though he is involved with a woman of whose presence I'm fully aware.
4. His mannerisms in general just give me the fucking willies. I will more than likely address this in the future in another post, because something just tells me that this won't be the last time I have to deal with this man.
5. Sometimes it really doesn't pay to be a good Samaritan. Once again, I'll address this later.
6. Might it be time to move?
7. It could all just be a really minor thing and I could be letting worries get the best of me. Yet then again, I don't live in the fanciest of apartment buildings.
Why in the hell would all the locks to the doors on this floor be manufactured EXACTLY the same? This man lives down the hall from me, in fact, he's hit on me before, unfortunately. He lives with what I presume to be his girlfriend and her pair of rascals. Now I know most if not all of the apartments on this floor are one bedrooms, so how they fit themselves in their I don't know, nor do I care to comprehend at the moment. I immediately called the maintenance office in order to solve this problem, and the gentleman came with a new lock in less than an hour. Whilst waiting, I decided to fore go the early evening aerobics and stick to crunches and free weights in my living room. I was so nervous and tense I didn't know what to do, but I damn sure wasn't leaving after that! After the maintenance man changed the lock and left, I was struck with terrible headache, brought on by the stress of the situation and what was more or less hunger. I was so jarred I probably burned up the same amount of calories I would have on the treadmill. Sheeez.
This is one of those times in my life where I do my art as a relief. That is simply the purpose it has served in my life. A relief from stress, a cleansing, a sort of catharsis if you will. I was actually going to try write in a more poetic or prose like fashion in regards to this BULLSHIT, but it seems I've already racked more than enough nerve cells for the day. I'm usually one to try to keep a tight rein on my emotions, at least in how I display myself to people. To be honest, I've been seething for the past 3-4 hours since it all started today. Sometimes I'm darkly humorous about my intensity and due to being what I guess one could call a dabbling astrologer, I sometimes chalk it up to too many planets in Aquarius and Scorpio.
This weird motherfucker that opened my door has hit on me before, quite possibly knocked on my door late at night (along with another annoying ass young fool who was doubly persistent), and likes to give me the eye and smile when I see him with his young girlfriend. I don't know if he's her "baby daddy" or what, but he's obviously in his damned 30's or 40's and she doesn't look a day over 21. Not that I have anything against older men and dating, but I am not interested in this freak. He creeps me the fuck out. When I heard my door mysteriously opening, I got up off my living couch and went to hall in front of the door, with what I hope was a low growl, "Excuse Me?" The look on his face seemed to be one of someone that was in the middle of a devious act, not what I would call innocent. I've seen many faces, and there is a BIG difference between accidental transgression and caught with one's hands in the cookie jar.
A number of things have been running through my head (you can thank my paranoid and investigative Scorpio planets).
1. This guy had a key that unlocked MY door. How do I know if this is first time this has actually happened?
2. His expression just seemed a bit off, like he wasn't expecting me there. In my opinion, he should have been really shocked to find out that it wasn't his apartment, but he wasn't.
3. He has expressed an interest in me before, as I stated above, even though he is involved with a woman of whose presence I'm fully aware.
4. His mannerisms in general just give me the fucking willies. I will more than likely address this in the future in another post, because something just tells me that this won't be the last time I have to deal with this man.
5. Sometimes it really doesn't pay to be a good Samaritan. Once again, I'll address this later.
6. Might it be time to move?
7. It could all just be a really minor thing and I could be letting worries get the best of me. Yet then again, I don't live in the fanciest of apartment buildings.
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