Africans in the U.S. are being crushed under the weight of austerity policies from an administration hellbent on controlling its front yard. — Read on hoodcommunist.org/2022/06/02/the-empires-front-yard-and-the-monroe-doctrine/amp/
Category Archives: Lit Review
love madness
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questions ii
how do we get so far away from ourselves and from each other how do we get back and how do we know what we must go and fetch and what we must leave behind?
roman poem i
i missed easter this yearthank god!i was too busy resurrectingdead relationshipsold arguments roman doctrines that still enslavepartus sequitur ventremi missed easter this yearthank god!i was too busy to carry that X
VIDEOLAND: Jessica Hagedorn and the West Coast Gangster Choir, 1975, “Canto Negro” – The Poetry Center
A clip from a video near and dear to my heart has resurfaced! Although I keep my bootleg copy close to my heart, the Poetry Center at SFSU has graciously uploaded part of a juicy and clean copy of Jessica Hagedorn and the West Coast Gangster Choir performing her poem/song “canto negro.” Poetry Center callsContinue reading “VIDEOLAND: Jessica Hagedorn and the West Coast Gangster Choir, 1975, “Canto Negro” – The Poetry Center”
questions i
did we kill the author because we didn’t want to think about their nastinessbecause we didn’t wantto think about ourselvesbecause we didn’t wantto live?
A Moving X-Ray: Seven by Sandra Lahire | Another Screen
Sandra Lahire was a central member of the feminist and experimental filmmaking community in London in the 1980s and 1990s. She made ten 16mm films, most of them under half an hour in length. Marked by corporeal vulnerability – her own, that of the female body, the body of the earth, the body of filmContinue reading “A Moving X-Ray: Seven by Sandra Lahire | Another Screen”
Mandy, the Not Mindful I
I went to the store and found a bottle of beer half-drunk in the stairway near the exit. What the hell, I thought, and took a swig. There was a leftover cigarette butt from somebody’s smoke break and I ended up spilling on my suede shoes. Fuck.
are you ready?
are you ready?for light to shine in on your backdoorthe trinkets and refuse of living to show the world?the color line has not budged an inchnow there are simply dosadoswe stand where our grandparents didwe stand ready to fall ready to die so that we may liveare you ready?
rebel
i have always been a very good student, always sat very still and listened, honestly listened. And took things at face value. what does it mean to rebel?what do you mean to me?rebel. what do you need from me?if i can give it. rebel.
Aida Rends 