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Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
i want this sooo bad!
The book, published by Duke University Press and due out Oct. 15, 2010, includes The Bronx is Next (1968), Sister Son/ji (1969) and Sanchez's never-before-published dramas, I'm Black When I'm Singing, I'm Blue When I Ain't and 2X2. Like her poetry, the plays examine the racism and sexism she experienced as a young writer during the Black Power movement. The book also includes three essays in which Sanchez reflects on her art and her lifetime of social activism.
Ellington Was Not a Street
Ellington Was Not a Street (Coretta Scott King Illustrator Award Winner)
Author: Ntozake Shange, Kadir Nelson
KADIR NELSON IS AN AMAZING ARTIST YOU SHLD CHK HIM OUT. I DID NOT KNOW HE DID A CHILDRENS BOOK WITH NTOZAKE SHANGE. WOW. AND WOW AGAIN
Gwendolyn Brooks
Abortions will not let you forget.
You remember the children you got that you did not get,
The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,
The singers and workers that never handled the air.
You will never neglect or beat
Them, or silence or buy with a sweet.
You will never wind up the sucking-thumb
Or scuttle off ghosts that come.
You will never leave them, controlling you luscious sigh,
Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.
I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim
killed children.
I have contracted. I have eased
My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.
I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized
Your luck
And your lives from your unfinished reach,
If I stole your births and your names,
Your straight baby tears and your games,
Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages,
aches, and your deaths,
If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths,
Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate.
Though why should I whine,
Whine that the crime was other than mine?—
Since anyhow you are dead.
Or rather, or instead,
You were never made.
But that too, I am afraid,
Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said?
You were born, you had body, you died.
It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.
Believe me, I loved you all.
Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved
you
All.
” — Gwendolyn Brooks
You remember the children you got that you did not get,
The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,
The singers and workers that never handled the air.
You will never neglect or beat
Them, or silence or buy with a sweet.
You will never wind up the sucking-thumb
Or scuttle off ghosts that come.
You will never leave them, controlling you luscious sigh,
Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.
I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim
killed children.
I have contracted. I have eased
My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.
I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized
Your luck
And your lives from your unfinished reach,
If I stole your births and your names,
Your straight baby tears and your games,
Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages,
aches, and your deaths,
If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths,
Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate.
Though why should I whine,
Whine that the crime was other than mine?—
Since anyhow you are dead.
Or rather, or instead,
You were never made.
But that too, I am afraid,
Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said?
You were born, you had body, you died.
It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.
Believe me, I loved you all.
Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved
you
All.
” — Gwendolyn Brooks
Girl" by Jamaica Kincaid
Wash the white clothes on Monday and put them on the stone heap; wash the color clothes on Tuesday and put them on the clothesline to dry; don’t walk barehead in the hot sun; cook pumpkin fritters in very hot sweet oil; soak your little cloths right after you take them off; when buying cotton to make yourself a nice blouse, be sure that it doesn’t have gum on it, because that way it won’t hold up well after a wash; soak salt fish overnight before you cook it; is it true that you sing benna in Sunday school?; always eat your food in such a way that it won’t turn someone else’s stomach; on Sundays try to walk like a lady and not like the slut you are so bent on becoming; don’t sing benna in Sunday school; you mustn’t speak to wharf–rat boys, not even to give directions; don’t eat fruits on the street—flies will follow you; but I don’t sing benna on Sundays at all and never in Sunday school; this is how to sew on a button; this is how to make a button–hole for the button you have just sewed on; this is how to hem a dress when you see the hem coming down and so to prevent yourself from looking like the slut I know you are so bent on becoming; this is how you iron your father’s khaki shirt so that it doesn’t have a crease; this is how you iron your father’s khaki pants so that they don’t have a crease; this is how you grow okra—far from the house, because okra tree harbors red ants; when you are growing dasheen, make sure it gets plenty of water or else it makes your throat itch when you are eating it; this is how you sweep a corner; this is how you sweep a whole house; this is how you sweep a yard; this is how you smile to someone you don’t like too much; this is how you smile to someone you don’t like at all; this is how you smile to someone you like completely; this is how you set a table for tea; this is how you set a table for dinner; this is how you set a table for dinner with an important guest; this is how you set a table for lunch; this is how you set a table for breakfast; this is how to behave in the presence of men who don’t know you very well, and this way they won’t recognize immediately the slut I have warned you against becoming; be sure to wash every day, even if it is with your own spit; don’t squat down to play marbles—you are not a boy, you know; don’t pick people’s flowers—you might catch something; don’t throw stones at blackbirds, because it might not be a blackbird at all; this is how to make a bread pudding; this is how to make doukona; this is how to make pepper pot; this is how to make a good medicine for a cold; this is how to make a good medicine to throw away a child before it even becomes a child; this is how to catch a fish; this is how to throw back a fish you don’t like, and that way something bad won’t fall on you; this is how to bully a man; this is how a man bullies you; this is how to love a man; and if this doesn’t work there are other ways, and if they don’t work don’t feel too bad about giving up; this is how to spit up in the air if you feel like it, and this is how to move quick so that it doesn’t fall on you; this is how to make ends meet; always squeeze bread to make sure it’s fresh; but what if the baker won’t let me feel the bread?; you mean to say that after all you are really going to be the kind of woman who the baker won’t let near the bread?
happiness
Only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core into the other person, without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without creating “the other,” reducing the other into a thing, and without becoming addicted with the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other.” — OSHO
Sonia Sanchez, Ballad
forgive me if i laugh
you are so sure of love
you are so young
and i too old to learn of love.
the rain exploding
in the air is love
the grass excreting her
green wax is love
and stones remembering
past steps is love,
but you. you are too young
for love
and i too old.
once. what does it matter
when or who, i knew
of love.
i fixed my body
under his and went
to sleep in love
all trace of me
was wiped away
forgive me if i smile
young heiress of a naked dream
you are so young
and i too old to learn of love.
” — Sonia Sanchez, Ballad
you are so sure of love
you are so young
and i too old to learn of love.
the rain exploding
in the air is love
the grass excreting her
green wax is love
and stones remembering
past steps is love,
but you. you are too young
for love
and i too old.
once. what does it matter
when or who, i knew
of love.
i fixed my body
under his and went
to sleep in love
all trace of me
was wiped away
forgive me if i smile
young heiress of a naked dream
you are so young
and i too old to learn of love.
” — Sonia Sanchez, Ballad
With No Immediate Cause by Ntozake Shange
every 3 minutes a woman is beaten
every five minutes a
woman is raped/every ten minutes
a lil girl is molested
yet i rode the subway today
i sat next to an old man who
may have beaten his old wife
3 minutes ago or 3 days/30 years ago
he might have sodomized his
daughter but i sat there
cuz the young men on the train
might beat some young women
later in the day or tomorrow
i might not shut my door fast
every 3 minutes it happens
some woman’s innocence
rushes to her cheeks/pours from her mouth
like the betsy wetsy dolls have been torn
apart/their mouths
menses red & split/every
three minutes a shoulder
is jammed through plaster and the oven door/
chairs push thru the rib cage/hot water or
boiling sperm decorate her body
i rode the subway today
& bought a paper from a
man who might
have held his old lady onto
a hot pressing iron/i don’t know
maybe he catches lil girls in the
park & rips open their behinds
with steel rods/i can’t decide
what he might have done i only
know every 3 minutes
every 5 minutes every 10 minutes/so
i bought the paper
looking for the announcement
the discovery/of the dismembered
woman’s body/the
victims have not all been
identified/today they are
naked and dead/refuse to
testify/one girl out of 10′s not
coherent/i took the coffee
& spit it up/i found an
announcement/not the woman’s
bloated body in the river/floating
not the child bleeding in the
59th street corridor/not the baby
broken on the floor/
there is some concern
that alleged battered women
might start to murder their
husbands & lovers with no
immediate cause”
i spit up i vomit i am screaming
we all have immediate cause
every 3 minutes
every 5 minutes
every 10 minutes
every day
women’s bodies are found
in alleys & bedrooms/at the top of the stairs
before i ride the subway/buy a paper/drink
coffee/i must know/
have you hurt a woman today
did you beat a woman today
throw a child across a room
are the lil girl’s panties
in yr pocket
did you hurt a woman today
i have to ask these obscene questions
the authorities require me to
establish
immediate cause
every three minutes
every five minutes
every ten minutes
every day
every five minutes a
woman is raped/every ten minutes
a lil girl is molested
yet i rode the subway today
i sat next to an old man who
may have beaten his old wife
3 minutes ago or 3 days/30 years ago
he might have sodomized his
daughter but i sat there
cuz the young men on the train
might beat some young women
later in the day or tomorrow
i might not shut my door fast
every 3 minutes it happens
some woman’s innocence
rushes to her cheeks/pours from her mouth
like the betsy wetsy dolls have been torn
apart/their mouths
menses red & split/every
three minutes a shoulder
is jammed through plaster and the oven door/
chairs push thru the rib cage/hot water or
boiling sperm decorate her body
i rode the subway today
& bought a paper from a
man who might
have held his old lady onto
a hot pressing iron/i don’t know
maybe he catches lil girls in the
park & rips open their behinds
with steel rods/i can’t decide
what he might have done i only
know every 3 minutes
every 5 minutes every 10 minutes/so
i bought the paper
looking for the announcement
the discovery/of the dismembered
woman’s body/the
victims have not all been
identified/today they are
naked and dead/refuse to
testify/one girl out of 10′s not
coherent/i took the coffee
& spit it up/i found an
announcement/not the woman’s
bloated body in the river/floating
not the child bleeding in the
59th street corridor/not the baby
broken on the floor/
there is some concern
that alleged battered women
might start to murder their
husbands & lovers with no
immediate cause”
i spit up i vomit i am screaming
we all have immediate cause
every 3 minutes
every 5 minutes
every 10 minutes
every day
women’s bodies are found
in alleys & bedrooms/at the top of the stairs
before i ride the subway/buy a paper/drink
coffee/i must know/
have you hurt a woman today
did you beat a woman today
throw a child across a room
are the lil girl’s panties
in yr pocket
did you hurt a woman today
i have to ask these obscene questions
the authorities require me to
establish
immediate cause
every three minutes
every five minutes
every ten minutes
every day
Rubish Dump 2.0
From the series Rubish Dump 2.0, smoke from burning e-waste.The suburb of Agbogbloshie in Ghana’s capital Accra, has in recent years become a dumping ground for computers and electronic waste fro Europe and the US. Hundreds of tons of e-waste end up here every month as countries in the West attempt to unload their ever increasing stopiles of toxic junk. Of the 20 to 50 million tons of electronics discarded each year 70% will end up in poor nations, and in the EU alone 6.6 million tons of e-waste are unaccounted for every year.
Andrew McConnell, photographer
Thursday, November 11, 2010
The Chimneys of Hell Are In Russia
This is Cherepovets. And those are not nuclear weapons exploding in the horizon, but massive smoke columns from the factories that saturate this Russian city, one of the most polluted in the world. And I thought LA’s smog was bad. The name of the city—located near the Sheksna River—basically means city of skulls. Looking at the sky, it seems like a perfect a name to me.
The Chimneys of Hell Are In Russia
scorpio weekly
Venus has spent the last 5 weeks in your sign and now she retrogrades back into your house of the past. She will travel here for a while, stationing direct on November 18th, and taking until November 30th to reenter your own sign. Revisit the hopes and dreams that you were working on just before Venus moved into this area and turned your world on its side. It all happened for a reason. You’ve certainly gained a great deal of courage, and this may be what it was all for. Mercury joins Mars in your house of self worth, activating your power to walk your talk in new ways. And your ruler, Pluto, opens the door to evolution in such a way that your words and ideas finally become the main event. These next few weeks will change everything.
Speak your Truth without hesitation
Speak your Truth without hesitation
Thursday, November 4, 2010
news from the road. gdag!
HEY FOLKS SO WE MADE IT TO GREENVILLE NC. PERFORMING TONIGHT AT THE TIPSY TEAPOT
WITH BIG ATTACK! JUST HERE CHILLIN WITH OUR GOOD FRIENDS TOMMY FATCAT AND DAVEY CRASS. WE ARE PROLLY GONNA RECORD SOME RAPS WITH TOMMY FATCAT FOR THE GDAG! BOOTLEG SESSIONS SOON TO COME...
BLESS
CAMMY WITH THE CLAMMY FLO
GIRLS DRESSED AS GIRLS
WITH BIG ATTACK! JUST HERE CHILLIN WITH OUR GOOD FRIENDS TOMMY FATCAT AND DAVEY CRASS. WE ARE PROLLY GONNA RECORD SOME RAPS WITH TOMMY FATCAT FOR THE GDAG! BOOTLEG SESSIONS SOON TO COME...
BLESS
CAMMY WITH THE CLAMMY FLO
GIRLS DRESSED AS GIRLS
food daze
what im eating on the road....
i thought it wld be interesting to tell everyone what im eating when im on the road bc i tend to od on food when im traveling.
wed.
blue cheese burger and fries
black bean fritters
2 dozen donuts
thurs
egg and soy sausage sandwich and potatoes.
2 barbq sandwiches and Cole slaw
baked beans
hush puppies
i thought it wld be interesting to tell everyone what im eating when im on the road bc i tend to od on food when im traveling.
wed.
blue cheese burger and fries
black bean fritters
2 dozen donuts
thurs
egg and soy sausage sandwich and potatoes.
2 barbq sandwiches and Cole slaw
baked beans
hush puppies
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
GDAG! ON THE ROAD
BLESS GOOD PLP!!!!
MY BAND GDAG! IS HITTING THE ROAD AGAIN
WE ARE PLAYING SOME NEW VENUES THIS TIME
OUT. WE WILL BE PLAYING WITH OUR PHILLY
FRIENDS BIG ATTACK! WE WILL BE GONE FOR A
WEEK. SO I WILL TRY TO UPDATE AND LET YOU
KNOW HOW WE ARE DOING!
PEACE TO ALL
catch GDAG! (girls dressed as girls) on facebook and myspace and
hear our music on ourstage.com We will be back in philly 11/13 playing at CONNIES RIC RAC WITH SUNNI ALI AND THE KID!
ROBOTS
i just picked up this cd at fye a few days ago. i think its good. i dig a few tracks but im warming up to the rest of it. Im still hooked on love for sale which is classic so yeah. big up to bilah for making good music,,,
Monday, November 1, 2010
ntozake shange
but bein alive & bein a woman & bein colored is a metaphysical
delimma/ i havent conquered yet/ do you see the point
my spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of
soul & gender/ my love is too delicate to have thrown
back on my face” — lady in yellow, for colored girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow is enuf, ntozake shange
delimma/ i havent conquered yet/ do you see the point
my spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of
soul & gender/ my love is too delicate to have thrown
back on my face” — lady in yellow, for colored girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow is enuf, ntozake shange
Nollywood series
Pieter Hugo
Nollywood series
Patience Umeh, Junior Ofokansi, Chidi Chukwukere. Enugu, Nigeria, 2008
Most impressive
Angela Davis and Toni Morrison
Mountains that Take Wing: Angela Davis & Yuri Kochiyama: A Conversation on Life, Struggles and Liberation
Egyptian women circa 1905
Egyptian women circa 1905. Notice anything?
fyeahafrica:
African women in Egypt, circa 1905.
Photo in the private collection of Sarah Partridge, all rights reserved. Contact: sweetpeabrooklyn@yahoo.com
Coral Culture
James Nicholson of the NOAA NOS NCCOS Coral Culture and Collaborative Research Facility in Charleston, South Carolina made this magnification 6x image of Fungia sp., or mushroom coral, showing natural auto fluorescent proteins around its mouth.
weekly scorpio
With all those planets in your sign this week, including the new Moon on Friday, your attraction quotient is very high, especially if you’re allowing yourself to feel more confidence than you’re used to. Your ruler, Pluto, also rules the new Moon and will soon connect with the Moon’s dharmic North Node, opening important doors that can take you places you didn’t even know were there. Prepare to go where you’ve never gone before and have faith that your are uniquely equipped for this journey. Neptune and Chiron go direct this week in your domestic sector, taking all the issues that have been confusing you there to the next level, where much more clarity and healing are possible. If you’re willing to be your highly empowered self, you can make huge strides this week.
Ask for your most heartfelt wish with a big smile.
( i like this horo bc i was just ready to get on here and talk some fuckery shit..but hahahah. now im good)
Ask for your most heartfelt wish with a big smile.
( i like this horo bc i was just ready to get on here and talk some fuckery shit..but hahahah. now im good)
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