Promoting Gro Touré

Play Gro Touré Here This narrative begins in post-post-production. After the lyrics have been written, the guitars have been laid down, the beat has been assembled, the singing, the rapping, the vibing has been completed, and the recording, mixing and mastering has finished. In the neoliberal digital economy, the labor of the independent artist doesn’t […]

The Roses

Rose 1 I’ve always thought I wouldn’t live long. Primarily, because I’ve always known that living for my self wouldn’t ever be enough. Somehow or for some reason I’ve always felt that if I was to live it would always have to be under the auspices and authority of being something for someone else. That […]

F A I T H

I believe in nothing. It’s hard to have knowledge when you believe in nothing. But it’s hard to believe in anything when you understand that belief is always based on a foundational assumption, which can never be proven from within the presupposed system itself. This is my own recapitulation of what is perhaps a shallow […]

F E A R

I’m afraid of everything but horror films. It’s something I just noticed about myself. I’m afraid of everything but horror films. I think there’s something about everything that makes a horror film so insignificantly horrific. Everything’s scary. Everything’s scary because everything’s so uncertain. Even the floor is shaking beneath my feet. Even the Earth underneath […]

Questions for Friends // What happens on Earth, Stays on Earth

Hello Friends, They who hold me, they who know me, who read and console me. The friends who will understand why I wrote this, this way, who will understand why I smile in the day and cry throughout the night. They who listen to me as I listen to them. They who care. They who […]

Anti-Poem(s)

Enduring just to say we’re enduring feeling the bruises on my skin I just want to relieve the torture I don’t know how all these things should end. Maybe that’s all that this is after all: trauma and bondage and joy maybe that’s all you can feel after all: just trauma and bondage and joy […]

prose on the (im)possibility of black love // the (im)possibility of black study

) These scars on our bodies are impossible. These scars that we carry can’t be. These scars that we share are impossible. These scars on our body can’t be. “These undecipherable markings on the captive body render a kind of hieroglyphics of the flesh whose severe disjunctures come to be hidden to the cultural […]