Mind Sex

Wanted to share this because it is immaculate and beautiful and sparkling. I've seen Rives a bunch of times live @ the Nuyorican Cafe dwtn, one of my favorite places at home, its a poetry spot. Well, no, it is a poetry revolution. yes. One of my best friends happens to be one of the worlds greatest slam poets, Jaylene Clark. And a few of my other friends are phenomenally gifted as well. Josh, Rip, Marshall, Kessed, Falu

So here is the clip from Rives...




Here is my love. Jaylene



Joshua Bennet the genius.


Explanation- Rip (Jaime), Falu, Marshall (Soulful Jones) and Kessed make up Writers Block, a phenom ..Here's their trailer


ever feel like a hiccup amongst lyrical genius? well that what i feel like amongst these greats they blow me away, always. (in a great way)

Soulful and Kessed- this one is a brillian concept. sheeesh

Huh?

Good Morning New York, and in this edition of what the eff?...

No. Thank You!

this commercial..literally..screams: douche bag.

Love in sight form...

(i wrote this in a fb note a while ago but here it is..again)
I. I am completely enamored. which is indescribable... there is one thing going through my mind over and over again and i cannot do anything about it nor do i want to, and the more i think about it the happier and more confused/ intrigued i become. recent. very recent. Sunday to be precise. last Sunday. the piece that has stole my heart was this panorama i saw on my weekly pilgrimage to union square, one of my favorite places in my city because of the life, and art and books. it was a black and white panorama matted and framed.. and it was of this little boy. this little Indian boy no more that six or seven , in the desert on the foreground of an endless horizon. clear skies. clothed in white linen, and he hi reading a book to a kneeling elephant. yes. thats it. maybe i am too simple, but i doubt it. the thing about art, all forms, is that it restores my faith in humanity. the faith that politics, capitalism, racism, patriarchy, etc., tear away on a regular basis. i love this piece and i can not have it. i can not find it. the vendor who took it is gone. i searched for it for a few hours today before i headed to a great play on the lower east side. and beyond my disappointment and angst, maybe there is a lesson in it. that being that it isnt even a loss that i missed the opportunity to purchase this piece. maybe its the fact that i cannot physically possess it makes it even more beautiful, and even more amazing. something that i want so badly but cannot have in the exact circumstance that i want to enjoy it just makes me love it even more. it is in my mind and somewhere on my slightly chilled heart, and in this sense i do have it, and i can never lose it. i just keep wondering what is he reading to the elephant, ya know? i mean..an elephant never forgets. all i am saying is imagine the possibilities..maybe you will understand. paz.

More art on my radar...
I don't remember which photographer took the picture above..but i think is beautiful.
sue me.


Ananda Nahu. she is just.. brilliant. Brilliant being a tragically unacceptable word, not even coming anywhere close to capturing her genius, but alas.


Its- graffti style..randomly in the alleys, building sides and bridge pillars of brazil. So, since i must see it all... I am saving up for a trip down there to chase and artist, or at the very least her work...

i am lame.

I would actually like this tattooed in my ribs...my bones.

Roc of the Ages.

Chronological Order:

1. Motorcade with David Patterson and my bestie and my bestie's little bro. D pat and I talk about the finer things in life. Uh like Curb Your Enthusiasm.


---> take the cade through central park- harlem to tsq 10mins. flat (on a friday night)

2. MSG- arrive- Backstage. literally bump into: Avril, JT, Wale, Pharrell
2a. Attend the best concert of my friggin life, I am not even ready to talk about that.

I just realized that Venus v Mars= Girls v. Boy (clever hov). This song is sexy and one of my fav on the album....


Yesssss. Try not to dance. Sheesh!

3. Black Door: Crash a private party meet up with trouble makers..free shots

bathroom @ blackdoor

4. Leave black door to head to 40/40 but..the group of use randomly get picked up by a stretch limo instead, which takes us where? haha West Vill

5. Find an underground cave bar. Free shots.
5a. I break up a a marriage engagement..let it be known that I was minding my business.

<- Bar w/ books..underground- welcome home..me


6. Take the business uptown to the diner, and crash and tats floor.


sheesh.

Meaty- Beefy-Yum yum

The good news! I went out the house today- the bad news- I had an interaction with a toddler that kept screaming " DONT EAT ME" at my personal knee cap. I have learned my lesson. Not that any one asked but here are some of my favorite music "beefs" if you will.


Nas v. Hov



the return



hov is dope but hrm. we shall say check and checkmate. point nas.



Pac v. Big

so- I love when they just use the same track, why? It's extra rude.
The original track...



* i just want to point out that on kims part..the bleeped out the word "throat"..sheesh (giggle)

..the attack



Pac goes soo hard. check mate!

wait..this is my fav version of this video

Gangsta Hall o Fame:



Drake and Young Cash
now this isnt beef- but young c's remake is hilarious.


Drake- original



Young Cash (with extra salt)



Break up song summer 2009? we have a winner!! Line of the song "like a heroin addict i woulda' shot that bitch up"...


Keri Hilson v. Beyonce and Ciara


there is no response... cause i mean..I love Keri but has she checked around lately but uh, Beyonce is the shiznight.

Fan response- (excuse his breakfast rituals)



YOU STRANGER!!! teheee

Trailer Trash

I love movies. Movie trailers. Movie pop corn...actually no I despise pop corn. But I am looking forward to a few films that await me in the future. Some are closer than others.

Start with a code blue/green..teal? (I couldn't decide btwn the the mild cool colors) all that to say, I'll so see it but ..not at midnight.



Here is the thing the premise is brilliant. Examining apartheid. But those aliens, actually give me goosebumps, and the sounds. I can't sit through that sans sedative.



The world will not end in natural disaster. It will end when I push the button.




Code: Orange Yellow- excitement level - meaning this looks good, damn good.









Yep. The Dude!!!



not to be a sap. but i really do..love new york. its enchanting.


too be continued...

Inglorious Return

I am back to the blog scene with, a vengeance? Not so much. It seems that my life has deteriorated to the limitless ether of the internet. Welcome to post grad depression? I'll call it an opportunity for self realization, and my (personal) re introduction to the ..real world. To get further acquainted with reality, I've started watching television and that experience has proven to add more questions than answers, I mean is this real life?




what the eff?
Its things like this that make me wonder why I even venture out of the literary cave of theory, analysis and academic cynicism I've grown to love. Because I find it deeply disturbing that products like this even exist and are marketed to the general public. Consider the implications...

1. the irrational obsession with youth
2. that no matter what is done the body is a site of imperfection where there is always opportunity for improvement
3. spending money to become physically beautiful is the key to happiness
4. neck fat???? REALLYY??!!!!!

I know there is something more.

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lost.

My body hurts and my mind is under stimulated. Bollix. And because this is so today I need a book day..well night. I think I will buy a book at one of the used book stores, walk home and relax. I want to bomb my television, blow up my phone and close the blinds. Apparently people freak out when you just want to be out of the world for the moment. I feel so disconnected from myself at the moment.

ew.

names for my turtles.

paddington. city love. ARTAXERXES. suenos. zoe bee. jenzee. maddux. jack. shake. amy

freakin blow us away!

Sitting Here in this white patterned room
Imagining I'm a meteor flying out through the distant space
How does tiny speckle earth destroy tommorow
so capable of so many things
why make life taking planes
I believe,that when you lose your root
choose the sunlight
it could be your guide
no more political dreams
not another excuse
don't need another love song when you the love bomb

to just blow us away
to freakin blow the lights out
turning night to day
and root from other way
just to make it right now
fuck what the government say
we gotta save some lights now
is it ok?

can't you see?
this is the Truman show baby
cause when they fight who dies is you
ohhhh what if you unscrew me
we've got the same gears and the same tools
but how you gonna catch up with your head hanging down
whatcha see staring at the ground
I believe, even without a clue
you've got sunlight
and it can be your guide
no more political dreams
not another excuse
don't need another love song when you the love bomb
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to just blow us away
to freakin blow the lights out
turning night to day
and root from other way
just to make it right now
fuck what the government say
we gotta save some lights now
is it ok?

I'm trying to imply the few,
by removing propaganda but,
The must of fused a dove w/ superglue,
(It's like)Im tryin to take a machine apart yea,
What I'm simply trying to do
Is have the business take a pause,
I've been down every avenue,
But every body's good as gone

to just blow us away
to freakin blow the lights out
turning night to day
and root from other way
just to make it right now
fuck what the government say
we gotta save some lights now
is it ok?



just th ekind of mood i am in right now. really chill. i really do love this song-


at this juncture i am in love with life and that is an amazing feeling.

Moved

I haven't been moved to blog in a really long time. or maybe i simply haven't had the time. I am officially finished with my junior year.. pending i receive adequate grades on my finals. I don't feel anything. Not stressed. Not accomplished. Not happy. Not sad. I dont know.

This apathy is frustrating..well in theory, because I don't feel frustrated. I don't feel. what the hell is wrong with me?

perplexing.

Events of the summer:
Ecuador
MIA Concert
AIDS Ride

act and damn the consequence

Mind Screw

I am not sure how many people know Marx in depth, save the communist manifesto because every person who thinks they are even slightly politically savvy has read that. Or any one who has ever had a political theory class..blah. The point is reading the manifesto is barely scrapping the Marx surface. I digress..rapidly. Over simplified- Marx- history of class struggle. All things- the constant struggle between the laborers (proletariat) and those who control the means of production (bougiouse). Alienated labor= stolen labor= labor for profit. The way to eliminate the struggle is for the proletariat to rise up, to get rid of wages. Get rid of wages because a wage never (ever) measure the value of a human being. It sounds bizarre but i mean.. read the german ideology and the manuscripts it could make sense.. i mean.. not in capitalism. But the theory of marx is basically "the cure to capitalism".
Rough Rough and hardly thought out description.

I am just thinking outloud.... but I am getting to a point.


I hope.

Happiness Bubbles Under.

My new obsession. Stumbleupon.com,the quintessential "i'm bored" button, that everyone needs on their tool bar.