The first song I ever wrote was called, “I Wish I Was Home.” I had to be about five years old or so. The song was sung in the key of a Pop-R&B vibe, Usher was probably its subconscious subtext and I sung it for the first time as my Mom and Dad pulled away […]Read More I Wish I Was Home
Annabelle’s Eulogy: Letters of Love and AnguishRead More Annabelle’s Eulogy
I reflected a lot about whether or not I should write this. But, I am and I am because I am trying to remember why I started this blog, which is related to why I decided to create music again, which is related – but less directly so – to why I decided to take […]Read More impossible.
Notes on Fraternal MotheringRead More Of Blackness and Men: Notes on Fraternal Mothering
Niggas don’t be feeling they theory, ya feel me? Niggas don’t be feeling what it feels like to feel like the World was built atop of you. Niggas don’t be feeling what it feels like to sit with the tomb of history, to let the dust settle beneath your feet, to feel the weight of […]Read More Afro-Depressionism Incomplete
starts at 0:21 And they tell me that we all just anthropology so I written lines dipped in this cosmology but if it’s all just for naught what’s a God to me so we gon ride, we gon rise through hypocrisy And they’ve been killing niggas for the profit b And the whole entire […]Read More mumble theory: a theory-mumble
What moves the Nihilist moves the Lover nothing moves the Lover, and yet, the Nihilist is the Lover who denies that there is an existence of accessible transcendence for love and life to be situated upon. What moves the Nihilist moves the Lover, nothing moves the Nihilist; and yet, the Nihilist is the lover who […]Read More Black and Meaningless: Anti-Liberation, Nihilism and Love