“Spit, Lil’ Cuz…” – Qadir Jones (aka Hellstar), my beautiful and brilliant autodidactic cousin “… Keep it Real.” – John Gillespie Sr (aka Unorthodox), my complex and clever autodidactic father These were the maxims that marked my introduction to philosophical study. Spit: /spit/ (verb) – to rap, to make words make melodies, to […]Read More We Cyphered Our Symposiums.
GRO TOURÉ May 28th Live Recording // Post-Punk // Spoken-Word Poetry // Free Punk be okay with the fact that it happened. be okay with the fact that it happened. be okay with the fact that it happened. that it was happening at all. that there was air, pumping through your chest. that you […]Read More Even if the World was Burning, I’d be Alright (Live Recording // Free Punk)
) 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 […]Read More prose on the (im)possibility of black love // the (im)possibility of black study
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
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
when you get older you will sit with histories that converge at the nexus point of where your body meets your mind and you will try to make sense of it. but sense is a trap sense can be made of anything, of all things of every thing. instead learn to sit with your senses. […]Read More If The World Collapsed Tomorrow, Whose Tears Will We Hear First
Love someone. Love someone everyday. Love someone before they are taken. Love someone before the Earth steals them. Love someone before the World turns their time into stardust. Love someone before it’s too late for you to love. It’s never too late for you to start to love as long as air still flows through […]Read More LOVE SOMEONE: consent not to be a single being