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theblacksophisticate:

Had you any idea that Emmett Till’s final words were some of boldest in American history?


Milam: “You still as good as I am?”
Till: “Yeah.”
Milam: “You still ‘had’ white women?”
Till: “Yeah.”

Keep in mind that that’s after two grown men had tortured him for hours. Milam would later say that, following that exchange, he had no choice but to kill the 14-year-old boy:

“Well, what else could we do? He was hopeless. I’m no bully; I never hurt a nigger in my life. I like niggers—in their place—I know how to work ‘em. But I just decided it was time a few people got put on notice. As long as I live and can do anything about it, niggers are gonna stay in their place. Niggers ain’t gonna vote where I live. If they did, they’d control the government. They ain’t gonna go to school with my kids. And when a nigger gets close to mentioning sex with a white woman, he’s tired o’ livin’. I’m likely to kill him. Me and my folks fought for this country, and we got some rights. I stood there in that shed and listened to that nigger throw that poison at me, and I just made up my mind. ‘Chicago boy,’ I said, ‘I’m tired of ‘em sending your kind down here to stir up trouble. Goddam you, I’m going to make an example of you—just so everybody can know how me and my folks stand.’”

theblacksophisticate:

Had you any idea that Emmett Till’s final words were some of boldest in American history?

Milam: “You still as good as I am?”

Till: “Yeah.”

Milam: “You still ‘had’ white women?”

Till: “Yeah.”

Keep in mind that that’s after two grown men had tortured him for hours. Milam would later say that, following that exchange, he had no choice but to kill the 14-year-old boy:

“Well, what else could we do? He was hopeless. I’m no bully; I never hurt a nigger in my life. I like niggers—in their place—I know how to work ‘em. But I just decided it was time a few people got put on notice. As long as I live and can do anything about it, niggers are gonna stay in their place. Niggers ain’t gonna vote where I live. If they did, they’d control the government. They ain’t gonna go to school with my kids. And when a nigger gets close to mentioning sex with a white woman, he’s tired o’ livin’. I’m likely to kill him. Me and my folks fought for this country, and we got some rights. I stood there in that shed and listened to that nigger throw that poison at me, and I just made up my mind. ‘Chicago boy,’ I said, ‘I’m tired of ‘em sending your kind down here to stir up trouble. Goddam you, I’m going to make an example of you—just so everybody can know how me and my folks stand.’”

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critical essay on “L-vis Lives: racemusic poems” by Kevin Coval

http://www.haymarketbooks.org/pb/L-vis-Lives   

        Kevin Coval’s third full-length book of poetry explores the sensitive subjects of race, privilege, and cultural appropriation from the less approached side. Through these poems Coval explores the personal and political ramifications of being a white man who becomes a fan and imitator of black artists and artforms. Coval’s poems are at their best when they are at their most self-aware. When we see Coval pointing out how white characters such as himself or his amalgamated character “L-vis” use and misuse black art we believe him and find ourselves as readers endeared to that desire of L-vis/Coval to fit.

One such example is the hilarious “call and (tepid) response”. This poem portrays Coval’s middle school self as an aspiring rapper. We see a wonderfully awkward tension between our unsure protagonist and our even less sure world. The suburban universe that the would-be rapper inhabits is unsure of what to do with him or how to respond. Either perceptively or foolishly, the protagonist reads their tepid response and his own courage to call as an affirmation to who he is and who he wants to be with his new art.

This poem in many ways is the heart of Coval’s collection and the idea behind the book. Coval the author and his book stand at the crossroad of an poetic academy that is unsure what to make of him and a hip-hop community that distrusts poetry in the book forms that Coval presents. In the poem the artform and the courage to use it give power and identity to our middle-school hero and the same happens for the author through his book.

A common feature of hip-hop music is its preoccupation with self. Much of the music, even when it speaks to larger social or political issues, is crouched in the language of “I.” In the music we are often not able to make a distinction easily between the characters presented in the song and the artist themselves. Hip-hop listeners do not easily separate the gun-toting, club-hopping, bottle-popping character 50 Cent from Curtis Jackson, the multimillionaire author and entrepreneur who doesn’t consume alcohol or drugs yet creates lurid tales of nightlife. This book is incredibly hip-hop in that sense. The speaker of the poem is the character of supreme importance often in these poems and we’re never quite sure where the speaker ends and author begins.

The adaption of this blurring identity is one of the small geniuses of Coval’s book. The poems draw from the lives of Kevin Coval, Elvis Presley, Eminem, Rick Rubin, Vanilla Ice, and John Walker Lindh in ways that reveal the commonality between all these characters. Readers come out of the book unsure about what parts of L-vis are gleaned from the life of the American Taliban or America’s most famous rock star.  By muddying the waters between these various characters, the author reveals the common humanity of all of his subjects and the thin line between fame and infamy.

The book is split technically into 5 parts. The two longest parts of the book, however, are the “life side” and “death side.” The concept of a life and death side seems to be homage to gangster rapper Ice Cube’s album “Death Certificate.” On that record Ice Cube presented first a “death side” that described the ills of ghetto life and then a “life side” that gestured toward ways in which urban communities could begin uplift. A notable difference in Coval’s adaptation is the reversal of the sides. Coval presents us with his “life side” first then followed by the “death side.” Rather than mimic Ice Cube’s didactic shift between the sides, Coval instead positions them as two parts of the L-vis narrative. 

The “life side” documents L-vis as a child coming across black music and becoming entranced by its allure. In these poems we see sometimes our sometime insightful and sometimes offensive hero stumble through his dissatisfaction with his own white upbringing and his perceptions of black culture and life. Coval’s strength is his narrative. In the poem “the crossover” he uses paragraphs to create a sort of quickened pace through the images that create a dystopic view of 1980s surburbia. The narrative is well constructed, the thesis of the poem seems a bit immature, but to good effect. The speaker of the seems convinced that hip-hop music is the ultimate egalitarian movement and gushes about the music’s potential. This classic viewpoint of youth culture may seem naïve to some but it works well to set up the liberal optimism that is a part of the L-vis persona.  

The “death side” of the book takes a departure from the innocent searching for identity of the first side and delves into the lonely ascension into relevance for the white artist in a black artform. These poems are darker than the earlier work. Though they explore the psyche of artists coming into their success they display a sort of loneliness and guilt about this success. In this section the poem “letter to white backpackers and battlerappers” rings out as a sort of warning to every would-be L-vis (the author included). The voice in the poem challenges such artists to be self-reflective and self-critical as they engage in cultural practices that do not belong to them.

            The book takes a few departures from its theme to speak on other topics to a mixed effect. The most notable example of this is “Holla for Troy Davis.” The poem is only in the loosest sense a part of the psychology of L-vis. For a reader of the collection as a whole this poem is a bit jarring because it doesn’t like so many of the poems comment directly on L-vis. Despite this disruption, the poem “Holla…” showcases Coval in some of his most poetic and powerful verse. Using the refrain “i’m with you in county,” Coval paints a series of small, emotionally impactful vignettes that offer insight into the injustice suffered by many in the prison industrial complex and how that suffering emanates through families, neighborhoods, and worlds. Coval takes what could very easily be a very trite political poem and immerses it in a humanity that is compelling to the reader. Like “call and (tepid) response”, this poem reveals where Coval is at his best, appealing to the humanity of his subject.

            L-vis Lives works to critically examine the reality and ramifications of white people appropriate black forms. This critique is an interesting mantel to take up but ultimately it is not Coval’s most potent thesis. There are times in the book, such as the poem “posing”, where we wonder if Coval is doing just that. There are times when he seems so critical of white people and whiteness that it strikes slightly insincere. In those spaces, it feels as if Coval is trying that age-old quest to prove that he is “down” or “hip.” When he disregards that cool posture and exposes the little slices of humanity in himself and his speakers, Coval is at his most powerful. When his poems aren’t worried about being cool enough they become all that and more. 

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pledge (for troy)

i pledge the alleged who the flag of the United States has disparaged

know the republic in which they stand wouldn’t treat them as a man

under God it’s indisputable,

liberty/justice/a fraud

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i-am-not-my-hair:

This poem was written by Nate A. Marshall, a friend whom I admire greatly… If you are not familiar with his work, I suggest you check him out on YouTube, Blogger and Tumblr.

i-am-not-my-hair:

This poem was written by Nate A. Marshall, a friend whom I admire greatly… If you are not familiar with his work, I suggest you check him out on YouTube, Blogger and Tumblr.

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What the FUCK is ” The Congo”

ayoankhseyelettes:

jolibilite:

Seriously one more person who says the Congo, I will bitch slap them. 

No one says the Canada, the China, the America.

The other day this girl was introducing a speaker and she say The democratic republic of “THE” Congo. Where did that even come from‽

yooo. big ups you are fly for this.haha. lmao.

Nomenclature is actually one of the biggest, most passed over,

means of oppression. 

we should always be evaluating this shit.

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i-am-not-my-hair:

This poem was written by Nate A. Marshall, a friend whom I admire greatly… If you are not familiar with his work, I suggest you check him out on YouTube, Blogger and Tumblr.

i-am-not-my-hair:

This poem was written by Nate A. Marshall, a friend whom I admire greatly… If you are not familiar with his work, I suggest you check him out on YouTube, Blogger and Tumblr.

(via natural-hair)

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Upcoming Performances

February 25-6- Vandy Spoken Word Showcase- Nashville, TN

March 4- Harvard Black Arts Festival- Cambridge, MA

March 7- LTAB Semifinals @ Steppenwolf Theatre- Chicago, IL

March 17- Break Beat Poetics @ Vanderbilt- Nashville, TN

March 26- BNV on Tour @ 7th Day Adventist Church- North Charleston, SC

April 7- Workshops & Performance @ Philbrook Museum- Tulsa, OK

April 13- BNV on Tour @ Univ. of Alabama- Tuscaloosa, AL

April 15- (tentative) Youth Violence Event @ Depauw Univ.- Greencastle, IN

more to come…

to book contact me @ nathaniel.a.marshall@gmail.com or 773 727 8508

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lionofbedstuy:

Now the black civilization that shook the white man up the most was the Egyptian civilization, and it was a Black civilization. It was along the banks of the Nile which runs through the heart of Africa. But again this tricky white man, and he’s tricky - and mind you again, when I say this, it’s not a racist statement. Some of them might not be tricky, but all of them I’ve met are tricky. And his civilization shows his trickiness. This tricky white man was able to take the Egyptian civilization, write books about it, put pictures in those books, make movies for television and theater - so skillfully that he has even convinced other white people that the ancient Egyptians were white themselves.
- Malcolm X

lionofbedstuy:

Now the black civilization that shook the white man up the most was the Egyptian civilization, and it was a Black civilization. It was along the banks of the Nile which runs through the heart of Africa. But again this tricky white man, and he’s tricky - and mind you again, when I say this, it’s not a racist statement. Some of them might not be tricky, but all of them I’ve met are tricky. And his civilization shows his trickiness. This tricky white man was able to take the Egyptian civilization, write books about it, put pictures in those books, make movies for television and theater - so skillfully that he has even convinced other white people that the ancient Egyptians were white themselves.

- Malcolm X

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conundrum-sticks:

Lake Shore Drive was a trending topic on Twitter last night. This is the reason why…

conundrum-sticks:

Lake Shore Drive was a trending topic on Twitter last night. This is the reason why…

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