Lit Review – Page 74

Fran Lebowitz Collection on Letterman, 1980-2010

a queen, methinks

Quote of the Day – March 18

“Panic. Pan. Pan-Africanism. All of us. Every. God. Pan. All nature. Pan. Everywhere. She was grinning, as she always grinned when she was able to dig below the barriers organized religion erected in its push toward a bogus civilization. I’d welcome panic, she said aloud, certain of it.” from The Salt Eaters by Toni CadeContinue reading “Quote of the Day – March 18”

i am waiting to confront it

direct and to the pointyou. are. very sexy to me. your truth was pointedat my chestit pierced meand i was happy.

Discourse on the Logic of Language

English is a foreign anguish.

Jacqueline Creft Collection

“This collection of photographs, pamphlets, educational material, newspapers and other documents was assembled by Chris Searle during his involvement in the Grenadian Revolution 1979-83. The originals are currently held in the Black Cultural Archives in Brixton, South London.” “It is dedicated to the memory of Jacqueline Creft, one of the leaders of the New JewelContinue reading “Jacqueline Creft Collection”

ain’t nuthin’

ain’t nuthin’ you can do BUT LOVE no it’s tru, ain’t nuthin’ you can do BUT LOVE i loved my fare share that means i paid my dues hear me well i’m alright in these blues ain’t nuthin’ to tell cept LUV u know the kind that keeps you UP? yup – i know it,Continue reading “ain’t nuthin’”

all tha’s all right, but

Palate cleanser time! I was listening to Sweet Honey in the Rock, when I discovered a track that really lit my fuse called “Alla That’s All Right, But.” Something about getting carried away in a 7-day kiss appeals to me, dunno. Upon further digging, I discovered the song is based on a June Jordan poem.Continue reading “all tha’s all right, but”

i loved the beauty queen

i loved the beauty queenkissed her,the beauty queenkissed melips, kissedher lipsi loved the beauty queen

where are you?

no one is close to meno one is nearno one here to hearno one? can you see me?our relationship dies every night at nineevery time we get sleepyor want to talk to someoneelse. what is this?this is deja vuall over again babyall over. what is this?i’m tired. i sweari’m tired. i swearwhere are you?

before sunrise

destroy the possibility of giving up!we must make nihilism the ugliest part of the bodyend the reign of terrorof complacency toward our fate. terminate turncoats andtraitors – better yetbefore they germinate plant seeds of fire in the bellies of our childrencast off the solipsistic siren calls of a good homegood wife and good cargood jobContinue reading “before sunrise”