Friday, February 17, 2012

(To the Black Male Children) Overheard conversation

How did you get so skeptical and bold and broken and re-assemble?

Philosophy is a prison, it destroys the uncustomary things about us.

They (the elegant thinkers) they have attitudes, they have all the proper attitudes, but they have no true convictions—

and the technique of accommodation has broken down

Oh.

So the shy dialect is under the pressure of its quietness again. Quivering between pleasure and torture, exiting in the middle somewhere. Sacred pressure, we write our letters in there, back and forth across nations. Oh, how wide the letters get from wrecking western tunnels. Oh, the wreckage, the over-grown headlights, was it after the end of the world? A new symphony for improvisers.

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I'm not sure where we were but there was all the water and everyday I re-learned to fly my kite. When we thought about the girls we liked, and them phantom queens, tires sprung from our hands and the cards went blank and chrome-bland, rancid empty space vibrating the in the nook of a cave, Ron Carter solo, channel 13 in a L.A., a ufo scare or delight or network of starry pavement where we behave in raybans and ravens, electric candles for those who crave the boulevard, a ban on the light, or one of those night rainbows, where the vagrancy doesn't breed and all imitation is that extinction/suicide but so sleek we say the meaning of life is to learn how to die, and jump off the ledge of that child afterall, find out

I have never known a lethargic negro,
I have known a demoralized negro

Learned to be guilty of loving him anyways, in spite of himself.

We would watch re-runs of the Cosby Show while we talked on the phone

I feigned a crush on Theo. It was really Bill, called Cliff for T.V... which I found poetic like a trampoline in the home of adults where I kept it. Hope you had a crush on Denise

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I want to talk about you.

Maybe later.

But, did you see those two kids on the beach, one holding a stray tire?

Sometimes it's an intertube, for floating, sometimes it's a telescope. The whole zone of it is afro-blue, you want to warn them to get in and roll out but they're young enough to learn to swim without it