Excerpt

watch her

move into the story she still move

     2.

and tear shit up. always a pleasure the banned

deep brown of faces in the otherwise

whack. the cruel disposed won’t stand

still. apparatus tear shit up and

always. you see they can’t get off when

they get off. some stateless folks

spurn the pleasure they are driven

to be and strive against. man, hit me again.

It's a game but we don't play

Although

we travel the speaceways with straight faces, phat laces, gats, getaway cars and aspects, and every black maybe on the list, we expose our hearts in these passages between echoes. We're lucky the black man has a loving heart

Is it conceptual?

This love/ego

I thought we could organize freedom too

and its rituals of atonement hoping to coax us back to be sacrificed again 

and by participating in the ritual you are participating in the myth, and the new myth calls up a new art form, and guilt is what is wiped out by the myth, and then we no longer need it, we link eyes like children across the revolving rope of our footprints and we bellow songs across the rope about it and trap our longing in the rhythm

Cinderella dressed in yella when upstairs to kiss a fella, by mistake she kissed a snake...

(get yourself straight) 

Nah... she kissed that snake on purpose, and they live happily everlasting

Short Story on a Theme

Thirteen ways of being your immortality (3)

There came over me the most terrific sense of purpose and focus.  It rose up in me like my father's ghost. I saw the book in it. The sametime passions for exile and belonging. Yeah, I was some high yellow bohemian liberal living in hedonism heaven, winning. And the prize raised up in me this absolutely authentic and heartfelt desire to speak/what should be spoken for all of us. I knew the bullshit of my own life, its twists and flipouts, yet I felt now some heavy responsibility. If these bastards were gonna raise me up, for any reason, then they would pay for it. I would pay these motherfuckers back in kind, I'd be strong enough to s p e a k what had to be said for all of us, for black people, yes particularly black people, because they were the root and origin of my conviction, but also for anyone, anywhere, who wanted justice. Is this a man imitating a movie star? In a quarantine of lights. Marvelous scandal: We are reborn.