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Baley

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  1. Hey:

     

    Black is Beautiful

    Gorgeous Thriving Eternal

    Black is Love

    Black is Music

    Black is Soul!

    Peeping through the shutters of our minds

    We besmirch creation with our ignorance

    of true

    radiant

    living

    perennial

    Beauty.

    Is Black

    Like Black

    Is Black.

    I know why the caged bird signs!

    As it sat on the throne drinking nectar with Allah!

    Intrepidly linked.

    Black is perfect!

    Black is divine!

    Black is ethereal!

    Black is surreal!

    Black cannot be comprehended except by its permission.

    FACT.

    TRUE.

    LOVE.

    POWER.

    I open my throat to sing...

    I mean,

    I can fly!

    Like a bird in the sky!

    Eternally.

  2. Does your alabaster hood shimmer in the morning wind, Kaftan? Do you often force little children to repeat "sparkling wiggles" ad nauseam for your perverted enjoyment till their little mouths just can't take it anymore? Did you rave and whine when the law did OJ right and publicly admitted than not all blacks are murderers? Did you cry and revert to a fetal position upon seeing the face of Eminem? Bah!

     

    I shall now compose a slam poem so as to vanquish inner-forum racism.

     

    Voom! Voosh! Shoo!

    The tar skin shivers uniquely

    Obliquely.... See!

    Sparkly,

    Bubbly like Champagne

    We shimmy in the dust like bogeys

    Beatifically.

    Spooked minds mind no regression

    Retrograde forms of thinking despair

    Eternally.

    Like fyah!

    We shall not abide by your phallic constructs.

    We shall not abide by your outdated sects.

    Laws, we lawfully decry

    Like Mumia!

    Free Mumia!

    And my people too.

    Their shackles have them buckled

    Torn

    Christ only knows

    The pain

    That crows befall

    Chirping gravelly

    Burying the bones of our fathers.

    In Silence.

    Through Silence.

    The tar skin shivers quietly

    Evermore, again born

    It knows no comfort

    It knows no love

    Except the love of God.

    Hovering buzzards traipse eternally.

    As wolves are born

    Of Wolves

    And Men.

    Revolution:

    Red Venom Spews Forth

    Salvation!

    As serpents slither awkwardly

    Their rotten skin the purest alabaster.

    And dies does the master.

    NOW

  3. They were both white, and they were anything but poor, since they both made about three grands a week.

    Well, one could argue that background is more important than pay level.

     

    As for your implication that unhinged machismo used to be the dominion of manly men, i don't see how that has changed.

    That's not technically what I meant, rather than young men were - and still are - imbued through the described process with an exaggerated sense of manhood. Which is worryingly apparent in black street culture.

     

    and in the latter respect African Americans achieved a spectacular level of sophistication before their culture felt victim of the general dumping down of western civilization. And that was back in the dark ages of poverty, ignorance and racism.

    While I agree that African American culture peaked decades ago, I wonder if the average joe really was more culturally sophisticated or if a number of individuals sashayed through and left an indelible imprint on the arts. Iceberg Slim has always been more popular than James Baldwin. I also wonder if a distinction shouldn't be made between current lower class and middle class African American culture.

     

     

    Whatevahs though, this is getting increasingly off-topic, and I and I is going to sleep.

  4. I think it has more to do with nature. I grew up in Italy (where the idea of manual labour is anathema to us, if we can help it) and people like this behave no different.

    Eh, I didn't mean to imply that these men are wont to enjoy manual labour - which I used used as catch-all-term for non-intellectual or artistic vocations, and perhaps I shouldn't have - only that it is traditionally expected of them. As is being able to provide a living for you and yours through sweat and steam - which as I've previously mentioned has (also) traditionally been the manly man's dominion - a surefire recipe for unhinged machismo. And that this is true for lower class African American males, which I believed was the background of most of the dog fight gamblers - um, in this case. Obviously, I think this is also true for most other, and pardon my bluntness, slightly or not so slightly backward cultures... i.e. where poverty, ignorance, religious fervor and, often, the uncertainty of making a living find themselves compounded to disheartening results.

     

    Society isn't the root of all human evil, regardless of what the socialists like to believe.

    Nuhuh!

     

    And, yeah, and I don't exactly give a **** either, I just wanted to make one partially uncharacteristic post. My online persona is getting stale ;)

  5. I bought Bad Boy Brawly Brown a few months back. Predictably, I've yet to read it.

     

     

    Miami Vice - The Director's Cut; the Colin-hunger in Trudy's eyes seemed genuine enough. The scene with her and Yero pining for their infeasible paramours felt somehow... reassuring. Surely, the Latin man's jealousy will be our ruination.

     

    Manns's - uh, Beebe's - digital photography was considerably more enjoyable than in Collateral.

  6. Refreshingly restrained. It's basically a really entertaining mood-piece, though like, personally I wouldn't have minded the plot being more, I dunno... peripheral. I was a lot more interested in - and impressed by, and taken in by - its depiction of 50s black neighborhoods. Don Cheadle was pretty funny.

     

    ... how was the book?

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