Baley
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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.
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You saying I is not black? Internally? Where it counts? Deep down? On the inside? :sad:
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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We shall not abide by your outdated sects.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
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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.
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And half.... dumb!
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High-Five!
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Oh, man, I'm on a roll!
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That's what your.... Mom said!
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No, it's your mom's... house!
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Your... Mom!
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It's at times like this that I feel the way a London everyman would if he rounded a corner and found a cop staring at a pervert abusing a puny, innocent kid.
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You are gay! You are a homosexual! I know it, your family knows it, dogs know it! The only one who doesn't know it is you!
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Beautiful. Love it. And those eyes... ooh. Why your eyes are like sapphires, sparkling so bright, they make the morning radiant... and light.
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I'd like to hear a song, P... will you sing it to me?
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Hey, Daaave, how's life?
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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
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8/22: Never Forget?
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Child? Child.
I done drank my coke.
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I have a can of coke and a can of Radeberger. Soon I shall have neither.
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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.
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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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It's all about Beat it, from the East Side Story sans wimmin fight dance to Eddie Van Halen's guitar solo. Also, lustily singing it with your (male) best friend is objectively not gay.
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The Music Thread
in Way Off-Topic
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I am incredibly, inhumanly bored.
Chuck Berry - The Twist!