My Deepizm

"This is poetry as illumination, for it is through poetry that we give name to those ideas which are-until the poem -- nameless and formless, about to be birthed, but already felt. That distillation of experience from which true poetry springs births thought as dream births concept, as feeling births idea, as knowledge births (precedes) understanding" Audre Lorde, "Poetry is Not a Luxury" Sister Outsider (1984)

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Racism connoisseur

Apparently no one had the balls to take on my *say something* challenge. Or maybe they just didn't see it... that's fine. Let me start here by saying if you haven't heard of Boondocks, you live under a rock. You need to pick up a newspaper turn to the comic section, look for a little boy with an Afro or a baby boy with cornrows... you can't miss them. The creator of the strip, Aaron McGruder, has developed an anime version which comes on Sunday nights at 11:00 pm, on Cartoon Networks [adult swim]. You should check it out. If you like Chapelle, you'll love Boondocks.

Oh, yes, the topic of these post... Racism Connissoure...

I'm a Racism Connissoure, if you find any thing that's good, that... well, you know, has to do with somebody being racist or something--I mean, I'll take your personal anectdotes... even if you were being racist--umm, just let me know and yeah... I'll be your friend, or add you on my buddy list or something. Yeah, well... that's it. Nothing much really going on here... I'm in college. I'm a pretty good looking 18 year old Afro-Americana. So, yeah. I'm not trying to hook up with anybody, I just thought I might throw that out since you were reading my personal blog. Ok... well, I can't think of anything else to say--hell, you probably stopped reading anyway--way before I started talking (typing) about nothing. Alright then, you have a nice day or night, or afternoon--whatever. Ok, bye

~N~

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Nigga Please...

Is anyone bold enough to talk about how they really feel about the word? If so... *say something*

Friday, November 11, 2005

The Four White Boys with Rhythm

Play that drum, white boy
Strum that bass white boy,
Blow that horn white boy
Finger those strings white boy,

White boy, capture that soul
That we all hold,

Souls are transparent, white boy
Souls don’t have color

Music don’t have color, either white boy
So clash that cymbal
And blow that horn
Finger those strings

Boy…

Friday, November 04, 2005

I'll Remember Rosa...

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"Most historians date the beginning of the modern civil rights movement in the United States to December 1, 1955. That was the day when an unknown seamstress in Montgomery, Alabama refused to give up her bus seat to a white passenger. This brave woman, Rosa Parks, was arrested and fined for violating a city ordinance, but her lonely act of defiance began a movement that ended legal segregation in America, and made her an inspiration to freedom-loving people everywhere."~~ the Academy of Achievement Washington, D.C.

But Rosa was not unknown among the circle of other Civil Rights activist. Her move was no accident, or a spur of the moment decision. Her and her husband had been diligantly working for equal rights in Alabama, especially in one landmark case of the Scottsboro Boys (nine black boys arrested and charged with raping a white woman on a train. )

We can believe what historians tell us, or we can do the historical research ourselves and found out more, the truth, about our history. I will remember Rosa.

I will remember the day she sat down for our rights, and the times she stood up for them too.

Go here to help guide you in your search for some REAL history...
http://www.courant.com/news/opinion/commentary/hc-commentarygoldstein1030.artoct30,0,6839008.story?c

http://www.africanaonline.com/rosa_parks.htm