ABANDONED SHIP

my poems have ceased to be poems, my stories are no longer stories, i’m on the internet a lot

i think this building is so interesting to look at but it's so evil architectural complicity w evil inhumane prison industrial complex right smack in downtown chicago if you're an architect don't be evil

what if i start @ -ing lit mags like "publish me"

fred moten introducing/reading from i ran from it and was still in it

“that struck me as a very very succinct and pithy formulation for what they used to call the black experience in america” [x]

"my sister, the sun" //// "when you emerge, my sister,/parting the beads of the rain,/with your forehead of flowers and eyes of forgiveness,/all will not be as it was, but it will be true" --dark august, walcott

MRB Chelko

—the skin, part one of the making of the drum, kamau brathwaite

hat tip to the public archive

eldzier cortor, dance composition no. 31, 1978

http://sfbay-anarchists.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/frank-b-wilderson-iii-were-trying-to-destroy-the-world-antiblackness-police-violence-after-ferguson.pdf