Artwork by Pawel Kuczynski
a poem for Hip-Hop
Kendrick Lamar splits open monsters
and fights on the virtue that to get stronger,
you only go to battle with armies
that are capable of stampede.
Those who tread lightly are not worthy
of your warpath.
Lupe Fiasco ties his tongue into a
cat’s cradle and whispers sweet everythings
into the ears of middle schoolers who
by the end of the night will know
the brutality of the Audubon Ballroom
Talib Kweli lectures behind a podium with
Howard Zinn to the ears of college-somethings
about the nature of history:
everyone is a writer
but the best authors do not pen the past:
only the victorious do.
A columnist in the New York Daily said that Hip Hop emphasizes
"the crudest materialism in which the ultimate goal
is money and it did not matter how one got it.”
Jay-Z sits on the steps of his former housing project with Oprah Winfrey,
then shakes the hand of the most powerful man of the free world.
He and Beyonce are American royalty
and their bloodlines are unconcerned with its
50 Cent demonstrates a contrasting irony
as his money grows up to be worth
his namesake tenfold and then some.
Sean Combs drapes the resting place
of The Notorious B.I.G. in jewels as
he whispers to his best friend,
Don’t worry, I made us enough money
that it’ll follow me into the afterlife.
We’ll be more than taken care of when we meet.
Republican senate member Chris McDaniel
was quoted to say that Hip-Hop is a culture that
"values rap and destruction of community values
more than it does poetry.”
Kanye West and Nina Simone
swing dance in an orchard
as the farmers peddle their strange fruit.
Tupac Shakur figures out the equation for immortality.
It is 6 albums, 8 movies,
and an understanding that
power moves create fame;
influential motion crafts legacy.
Andre 3000 writes a song about the
devastating separation between himself and his love.
The world cannot help but pulse to it.
Andre knowing this, before the second chorus
in Hey Ya!, laments:
"y’all don’t wanna hear me.
You just wanna dance.”
Across the internet, Hip Hop is not regarded as a musical genre.
Criticized for lack of originality, vapid lyrics, and a monotonous sound,
the overwhelming statement is that Hip-Hop has nothing to do with music.
The RZA and Just Blaze
sit behind monitors and soundboards
as they begin to summon the spirits of
Bill Withers, Gladys Knight and Curtis Mayfield
into the studio.
Hip-Hop has nothing to do with music.
Nicki Minaj simpers and then ferociously
spits at kings as they watch the queen conquer.
Female named hurricanes kill more
than their male counterparts.
Hip-Hop has nothing to do with music.
The beat slam rumbles the speakers of your
'98 Toyota Camry and transforms these
3 minutes and 32 seconds
into a parade etched into a dream that grips your shoulders
and the only way to release the tension that rides on top of you
is to take these songs as an instruction,
it was written like a manual.
Hip-Hop has everything to do with everything.
She doesn’t need to be defended,
doesn’t need to explain herself,
doesn’t need your permission.
Hip-Hop walks with the hypocrisies and the benedictions
of every great art form in our existence.
You only notice her because of
how fresh her hips swing,
how zealous her disciples are,
how scared you get when she uses those big words in conversation,
and you beg her,
talk to me in a way that I can understand.
And you turn up the radio and feel safe.
I used to wonder why some Palestinian people would engage in actions that could only provoke the aggressor further. Then I realized that to ask a people to live quietly, while they have no justice and no freedom, is to ask them to live “peacefully” as slaves. “Peace” without justice or freedom is slavery. It’s like asking a battered woman to live “peacefully” with her abuse. We all want the bloodshed to stop. But what about the daily humiliation and institutionalized oppression?
I was reminded of a part in “The Hunger Games” when Katniss considers abandoning the resistance against the oppressor, in exchange for “safety”. Gale’s response was telling. He said: “Safe to do what? Starve? Work like slaves? Send their kids to the reaping?”
Consider this: If a woman is being raped, things would be a lot more “peaceful” if she didn’t resist. But, asking her not to resist—just because her attacker is physically stronger—is asking her to accept her own abuse and oppression for the sake of “peace”. This is what the world is asking Palestinians to do.
And sometimes what seems to the world as just ineffective tactics, like throwing a rock at a tank, is in fact an act of resistance. It is a powerful statement to the oppressor—and the world—that they refuse to be enslaved. That dignity and self-respect are even more beloved to them than their own lives.
It is a statement that you can take their lives. But not their freedom."
tbh, i find the emergence of the concept of demisexuality very interesting, and i’m partial to thinking it’s a symptom of hypersexualized patriarchal culture that demands full sexual availability of women. wanting to develop an emotional bond before having sex is actually a very common and even normative thing, yet nowadays women seem to be under so much pressure to have casual sex that they strongly identify with demisexuality to justify the limits of their sexual comfort zone.
i wonder how the idea that not wanting to have sex with people you don’t know well needs its own label might be connected with the “sex-positive” movement and its ideas of “sexual empowerment”. we’ve conceptualized being sexual (as opposed to “half-sexual”) in very strict terms and reached a point where certain sexual behaviours, such as casual sex, are not just seen as normal and accepted but actually positioned as a required part of “full” sexuality, and by doing that we’ve abnormalized not wanting to have sex with people you don’t know well, which is alarming because there is an immense pressure on women to be sexually available to men.
multilingual sirius black is most important let me tell you why
- lil sirius black learns mandarin and english at the same time and likes english better because his mom screams in mandarin
- lil sirius black has to learn to read latin
- lil sirius black can speak italian, french, german, and smatterings of spanish.
- sirius black tries to learn russian but gets distracted by his friends all the time so he only knows basics and swear words
- James teaches Sirius swear words in Hindi and Sirius teaches him the Mandarin ones
- sirius just mumbles awful german poetry into remus’ neck sometimes and remus face almost breaks grinning so wide because sirius knows german poetry
- Mrs. Potter finds out he knows multiple languages and makes him read out loud to them in the sitting room at night even though the Potters don’t know Mandarin or Italian but he does it anyway because they’re tired all the time now and for some reason the sound of his voice reading ancient poetry a lot eases the tension in their shoulders.
- Mrs. Potter speaks multiple languages as well so sometimes she and Sirius will converse in french for no reason except to annoy James
- Mrs. Potter is happy to have someone who can finally appreciate her french operas even though Sirius doesnt even like opera but he sits and listens to them anyway because its something to do with her and her smile is so big and happy when they do it
- Sirius will swear in other languages and even if she doesnt know what it means Mrs. Potter knows he’s swearing and she’ll reprimand him
- but really just imagine Mrs. Potter delegating Sirius to read out loud to them and at first Sirius is really reluctant to do it but when they’re all just sitting in the cozy room together with the fire on and Mr. Potter dozing off while Mrs. Potter’s eyes sparkle and even James stops snickering to listen to the cadences of Sirius’ voice when he’s reading and they’re all so happy and warm together and when Mrs. Potter gets too sick to leave the bed Sirius pulls up a chair to read her favorite Italian and French poems to her while she smiles at him and promises to teach him proper Hindi later even though they both know that’ll never happen and Sirius just stops speaking French altogether after she dies
One Song Glory sung by Jonathan Larson
This is literally one of the most important audios in existence.
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Jamila Lyiscott: 3 ways to speak English
Stop what you’re doing and watch this. Especially if you have a problem with AAVE or broken English.
This is literally my life. Literally. Jamaican Patois, African American Vernacular English, Standard American English. Exquisite spoken word here. Loved this part: “Let there be no confusion, let there be no hesitation, this is not a promotion of ignorance, this is a linguistic celebration. That’s why…I put trilingual on my last job application. I can help diversify your consumer market is all I wanted them to know. And, when they call me for the interview, I’ll be more than happy to show that I can say ‘what’s good,’ ‘whatta gwan,’ and of course, ‘hello.’”
This is amazing.