25.9.11

Game of Thrones: Jay, Ye, and the Fall of Troy



This week I had Watch the Throne in heavy rotation, some of it anyway. It's all social text, but the 5 songs that spoke to me could've been their own EP: Otis, Gotta Have It, Murder to Excellence, Made in America, and the Joy


When Jay said on the 1st single 'not bad for some immigrants', he's talking about his and Ye's arrivants who came in shackles
I listen to them reaching for something collective as they continue to celebrate themselves, it sounds impotent, important, and immature all at once. Ye said he not gonna be political any more, I guess that's why you ain't hear from him this week.


I heard a piece of Otis in my homeboy's whip right before I broke out, so my first real taste was this video for MiA
I thought again of carnival in the wake of Irene, and how different, how grey everything seems this year
Yea, we're a storm but damn
The more I watched, and when I stopped watching, entered into blindness to just listen, the more it became apparent to me that MiA is a blues song
Listen to Ocean
He's moaning, almost wailing. It's all in the hook, crying out for salvation but still masking.
listen again, we haven't made it, not in a way that preserves our humanity. maybe if we keep sayin it it will be true, but it's gettin harder to fake. I told my good brother and he was mad skeptical, I said:
None of it is exactly what I, or maybe you might wish for it to be, it's what it is. but listen to the beginning and tell me it doesn't evoke Nightshift by The Commodores. Me and Ye around the same age, so I can hear some of the songs in his songs.


This is the starspangled banner and Jay said it like he said it
Sweet sounds come down, land of the free where they hang the slave



Guess I got a few other things to catch up on, several things just like I left them, bloody murder in GA

Paper read Murder! We say it's state murder
Paper read Murder! We say it's soul murder, again


10+ years ago my Uncle Pepe introduced me to Eduardo Galeano by gifting me his copy of Days + Nights of Love + War  
on some Rosetta Stone, not the software, the real Rosetta Stone (when you read that put the RickRoss in it, like the real Noriega) I bought a copy in Portuguese just before I left Brasil
Here is a relevant and deeply resonant passage:


O Sistema
A máquina, estéril, odeia tudo que cresce e se move. Só é capaz de multiplicar as prisões e os cemitérios. Não pode produzir outra coisa que presos e cadáveres, espiões e policias, mendigos e desterrados.

The System
The sterile machine hates everything that grows and moves. It is only able to multiply the jails and cemeteries. It can produce nothing but prisoners and cadavers, spies and police, beggars and exiles.


I dig that it takes more than a day to unbecome Troy Davis, but I only hope the griot(online) is right, cuz I seen so much I don't know that it will haunt 'America'
you know I remain Chi-town, we got Hanrahans, Burges and Daleys
Does this nation have a soul?
I don't know
What I know is that 10 years after the World Conference Against Racism, where the US walked out on the Palestine issue, Barack Obama was addressing the UN talkin bout human rights while Troy Davis waited for that needle, and Palestine put they bid in while fed-up US citizens occupy a slave burial ground turned world financial nexus
The Game of Thrones

Heavy lies the head sometimes, that much is true
Pro-lifers need to dig themselves
This equinox ain't balance the scales
I spoke with my sister this week, took a moment to give thanks, after the days when we were all sick
And really, we were all sick... one of my partners described to me the feeling in his stomach, and had catastrophic visions as he slept. But I think one of his gods visited him for the first time, so maybe we're being shocked into some things too


we still sick, and tired to our souls but I am thankful again for love, for breath, for sun, for the steady flow of clean water, sap, and blood, for a safe space to sleep, food to eat, sound mind and body and the strength to fight, to create, and the space to envision something else. Somethings else.


I'm already older than Fred Hampton and Tupac, bout to lap Jesus within five. At some point I would've felt like failure without shattering this whole system by now, like we all felt a little failure this week
millions couldn't move one man off Death Row
but I've found some type of peace
Writing my life instead of wishing to rewrite it
No other life I could have led would have been perfect
and that cat let us know he was free already


My man KePo say Troy Davis Lives, and my social feeds are rife w/reflection, like Coltrane's Alabama
buzzing about how many folks got activated
every time is somebody's first time
and maybe one time will be the last time
for a little while, at least


@yellowgurlpoet** helped me to re-member my teacher Kb5's lessons on duty
to nurture the seed born from catastrophe
to shine darkly even in the glare of the missile
or the last gleaming of twilight
and I am reminded that the movement
from night into day is the very spirit of carnival
After mourning, morning


#TrojanStill #Standing+Free







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Kelly Zen-Yie Tsai
raise your head my love / the sun that sets each evening / rises in mourning  davis


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