sometimes you're so wise, you're dumb

yo pinko, i just saw two different clips of tim wise. in one, he was speaking to what i assume was a largely white audience. he himself sounded white. in the second clip, he was more animated, and sounded blacker. in fact, he sounded a lot like rock newman. for a second, i thought he was gonna go into a version of "i feel good." strange. hey tim, fighting white supremacy doesn't make you an honorary member of the temptations. just thought you should know. so pinko, check this out. the "black" clip is his "on obama and race," while a minute of his lecture on white privilege will give you a taste of his cracker side.

great quote by rollins. another sonny, criss that is, had his great quote too..."in america, the only thing that's real is ugliness." and of course, eric's i'm leaving the states "because if you try to do something different here, they put you down for it."

went to chuck turner's rally today. it was over by the time i got there, but it was a huge crowd. hopefully, the people will stay engaged and agitated. i think they fucked with the wrong guy this time. speaking of fucking with the wrong guy, how is chuck turn-her for a good porn name? hey man, rashid was there. he still teaches at the local community colleges, but sadly, everytime he sees a white man in a suit, he runs for cover. ironically, so do i. borkson was there as well. he still has the world's weakest hand shake. man, you wouldn't want a hand job from this guy; you would fall asleep before climaxing.

a few words from raven screen

"man looks into the abyss and the abyss, the poet says, looks back. we know what the man sees, for the abyss is black, but what does the abyss see if the man is. looking out of the abyss, sonny criss, a black man (black on black man, jazzman) peers on oblivion from atop some alp of a forgotten range, in a lost country in the midst of an unmarked ocean, adrift in the dogstar pole. i mean, of course, in the black ghetto called (killer) watts in the city of angels right here in the good old u. s. of a in the year of your lord 1967, where you can hail mary or heil hitler but can't find a place to play your music if you're a black man (black on black man, jazzman) once invisible and unheard, now made visible but still unheard."

"free calls, freeks all. eyes of blinking destiny and bleary forgiveness stare on crimes of suffering in the ecstasy of a naked light that could raze the world pure once more and reforge the heart of everyone it touches. that heart (my heart) has been bellowed molten, a firemetal frost blasted, foamblazed, flashbronzed, and beaten, that heart (o heart of hearts) is suddenly plunged and lifted high, still steamy and masked in shimmers, its crystalshower spurts and skippingstone dazzle descending to enshroud the hammer (and the hand) as the heart (our heart) shudders once upon the veiled anvil of eternity before it begins to beat with the perfect radiance of sextillion suns.
cut loose, love kills." (this is the end of the notes)

need i remind you that these notes begin with the line... "in a place high above the vegetable world, where time is not measured in seasons and the freezing wind ceaselessly whips and eddies, the dark and elegant figure of a man rests upon a rock and patiently scans the unremitting bleaks that wrap tight the mountaintops of our planet."

what the fuck?

yes, these are the notes from sonny criss's "up, up, and away" album. the fact that these words were published gives me hope that my dreams of becoming a full time whistler may indeed come true.

some people on the left "feel betrayed" by obama's cabinet selections. hey, i told them he was gonna go for an oak finish, but they didn't want to listen. seriously, they shouldn't feel betrayed, because the left never had a say in what was going on. they only thought they did. and that's the tragedy.

ps...(killer) watts? was this a pun? if so, i am beginning to see the light.