In recent years I have been moving away from main stream hip hop and having been looking to underground hip hop and Jazz music for my inspiration. Miles Davis was one of the first Jazz musicians I ever heard. When I want to get right down to it..I mean right down to it and start writing seriously and creativity I turn it on to Miles Davis. No doubt Mr. Miles will help me alot with this Blog.
Monday, February 8, 2010
DC Police 'round up' black youth
I don’t feel this goes against my self imposed rule of no old work. Because even though this video was made over three weeks ago, I am adding something to it I couldn’t on you-tube. A note from the author.
I wont go over any information that I explain in the video, instead I will talk about a few things that didn’t make it into the video.
It was my first time doing any sort of filming of that kind. I had just received the Camera a week before the New Year and was still testing it out so to speak. Looking back on the shot quality I wish I had of been more bold in filming, I wish I would have stuck around, but I didn’t want to be too greedy with the shots and no use in wishing on the past.
If something like this happens again I will be sure to stick around and film it out, unfortunately I wasn’t aware of my rights as far as filming police was concerned and I didn’t want the police to block me out and obstruct my view.
It was nothing short of a blessing from God that I was able to find out as the camera rolled what the cause of the scene was. No sooner had I walked up to the crowd with my Camera rolling did I find out what happened. Of course, I have only to go on the word of the woman talking, but I had no reason to believe otherwise, and if those young men had anything in common, it was that they were all black and had dread locks.
I have already stated my views on the topic, so I won’t do that here but I will mention something that ended up on the editing room floor. Shortly after walking away from the scene I saw a homeless woman on the ground picking up the change that she had dropped. It had been in a cup, and I suspect she dropped the cup and the change scattered. Around me I saw people walking here and there some even stopping to watch her as she slowly picked up her change. I even watched as a Police officer stepped over her to get to the scene.
Now as the movie shows there was more than enough police officers on the scene, so what would it have hurt the man to help the old woman? I ended up helping her, but that’s not the point. Its not for a pat on the back that I say this, but to point out two things. That one people in DC act oblivious to the most shocking things (more or that in future posts) and two that the police are more interested in policing and not serving the community. Such a small act would have gone a long way. I cant remember the last time I saw a police officer actually help someone. This is not to say they don’t do it, not all police are the same. But a majority, or what I perceive to be a majority, of police are only interested in meeting quotas by writing tickets and intimidating the communities in which they work.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Poetry is for Love
Recently I have been struggling with turning my poetry away from being exclusively about women to something to spread my ideals and message about the state of blacks in America and the world. I started reading Langston Hughes Poems a few weeks back and he opened my eyes to something he called. “Negro’s Nature and Love.”
The three things he wrote about. Adopting that I decided that I no longer wanted to write just of love (And why should I when I feel I have so much more to write about) but I also wanted to talk about Negro’s. Since then I have been writing a few pieces about Negro’s and while my first efforts cannot be found here (I have a rule against posting old work) I will be putting more time and concentration to writing about my feelings concerning my race.
As far as writing about Nature is concerned, I think it best to first tackle writing about Negro’s before I move on to nature. I already have much experience in the field of writing about love, my first creative feelings that I put into poems were aimed at a girl who in the end turned out to be manipulative and abusive to my heart. None the less I heaped poetry and attention on her that has been unequaled since.
Honestly writing about love and for the enjoy of women has been very disappointing. I wont go into more detail than just to say women can be very unappreciative of the time an talent it takes to write out ones deepest emotions on paper.
The three things he wrote about. Adopting that I decided that I no longer wanted to write just of love (And why should I when I feel I have so much more to write about) but I also wanted to talk about Negro’s. Since then I have been writing a few pieces about Negro’s and while my first efforts cannot be found here (I have a rule against posting old work) I will be putting more time and concentration to writing about my feelings concerning my race.
As far as writing about Nature is concerned, I think it best to first tackle writing about Negro’s before I move on to nature. I already have much experience in the field of writing about love, my first creative feelings that I put into poems were aimed at a girl who in the end turned out to be manipulative and abusive to my heart. None the less I heaped poetry and attention on her that has been unequaled since.
Honestly writing about love and for the enjoy of women has been very disappointing. I wont go into more detail than just to say women can be very unappreciative of the time an talent it takes to write out ones deepest emotions on paper.
The funny thing about women is
I was standing at a corner in China town here in Washington DC. Right in front of the entrance of the subway waiting for the bus to Silver Spring Maryland, and two young women walked by. They looked how young women going out on a Friday night usually look.
They dressed for attention and to turn heads as they walked by, so they could pretend not to notice the glares and smiles of the men they passed by. I don’t imagine myself above the influence of the charms of women, but I didn’t watch them for as long as I noticed the other men around me watched them.
The girls were so captivating they succeeded in drawing a large crowd of men to follow them, a group of young men numbering about six or seven followed right behind the women chanting “Hey, you look real nice…hey you beautiful.” Things like that. I didn’t follow the group or even bother to turn my head which would have been required of me to see what happened to women and the crowd of admirers.
I can well imagine what happened, the women feeling the confidence and power of having drawn a whole team of men more than likely laughed and turned them all away. The funny thing about women is, as soon as they realize that they have more than one admirer suddenly they want none.
They dressed for attention and to turn heads as they walked by, so they could pretend not to notice the glares and smiles of the men they passed by. I don’t imagine myself above the influence of the charms of women, but I didn’t watch them for as long as I noticed the other men around me watched them.
The girls were so captivating they succeeded in drawing a large crowd of men to follow them, a group of young men numbering about six or seven followed right behind the women chanting “Hey, you look real nice…hey you beautiful.” Things like that. I didn’t follow the group or even bother to turn my head which would have been required of me to see what happened to women and the crowd of admirers.
I can well imagine what happened, the women feeling the confidence and power of having drawn a whole team of men more than likely laughed and turned them all away. The funny thing about women is, as soon as they realize that they have more than one admirer suddenly they want none.
This is a transitional period in my life. I feel myself maturing everyday, and every month I take stock in the growth that I have achieved. I know in my heart that ’10 will be a powerful year for me. Looking back on ’09 I know that things will never be the same. Even a year ago I knew that ’10 would be a year that changed all things. I cannot go back, literally and spiritually.
The funny thing about growing up is it makes you reflect on your past and you start to see yourself differently. This blog is a good tool for me to have, as I have so much I want to look back on and think about honestly that facebook would have not been the best place for me to be open. However under this new name, at this new site I can express myself without having to hurt the feelings of those close to me. (even though the odds of them ever reading my notes was slim I didn’t want to risk it)
One never knows when a bored night can lead to the reading of previously ignored posts. Once again I feel the need to maybe clarify the air, I’m not looking for fame and fortune through this blog. Certainly not fame, maybe a small fortune. I didn’t leave facebook behind (My private FB) so that I could come here and collect a massive amount of friends. I came here to take my art and showcase it in a place that it could thrive and be better appreciated.
The funny thing about growing up is it makes you reflect on your past and you start to see yourself differently. This blog is a good tool for me to have, as I have so much I want to look back on and think about honestly that facebook would have not been the best place for me to be open. However under this new name, at this new site I can express myself without having to hurt the feelings of those close to me. (even though the odds of them ever reading my notes was slim I didn’t want to risk it)
One never knows when a bored night can lead to the reading of previously ignored posts. Once again I feel the need to maybe clarify the air, I’m not looking for fame and fortune through this blog. Certainly not fame, maybe a small fortune. I didn’t leave facebook behind (My private FB) so that I could come here and collect a massive amount of friends. I came here to take my art and showcase it in a place that it could thrive and be better appreciated.
Because I know you don’t read this:
For now and until it becomes obvious to me that people read this, I love this blog. Because I can rant and rant rave and speak without concern for other people. I don’t have to worry about losing a reader (not that I would anyway) but I feel that knowing that eyes will peer at your words puts a certain level of anxiousness on all that you type.
I’m sure at sometime someone will read these words, I don’t think this will never be viewed but what is important for me is not feel pressure as I put these first couple of posts out.
No old work will be found here, and what I mean by old is work that was written yesterday and anytime before that. It feels like cheating myself and any readers I collect to show old work and artificially inflate the post count or the appearance of massive amounts of work in a short period of time. Everything I write is fresh and new. If its poetry it can be found on my you-tube account and facebook, and those places have older work, but my work in bulk, my thoughts on various topics and sketches for several up and coming pieces can be found here and only here. Unless of course I specifically note otherwise.
Anyway I’m just trying to get as much of this introduction stuff out the way, so that if anyone is ever confused by the content of this blog someone with enough curiosity can scroll back to the earlier posts and hopefully get some clarity.
I’m sure at sometime someone will read these words, I don’t think this will never be viewed but what is important for me is not feel pressure as I put these first couple of posts out.
No old work will be found here, and what I mean by old is work that was written yesterday and anytime before that. It feels like cheating myself and any readers I collect to show old work and artificially inflate the post count or the appearance of massive amounts of work in a short period of time. Everything I write is fresh and new. If its poetry it can be found on my you-tube account and facebook, and those places have older work, but my work in bulk, my thoughts on various topics and sketches for several up and coming pieces can be found here and only here. Unless of course I specifically note otherwise.
Anyway I’m just trying to get as much of this introduction stuff out the way, so that if anyone is ever confused by the content of this blog someone with enough curiosity can scroll back to the earlier posts and hopefully get some clarity.
House Cleaning Feb 7 '10
Complete freedom! Welcome and thank you for joining me on what I hope to be a very successful undertaking. Right now I am talking to no one in particular as I have zero readers, and I imagine it will remain that way for sometime.
However having absolutely zero percent readership allows me a certain freedom that someone with an already dedicated following cannot not do. Namely the ability to change up his blog on the fly. Since I don’t make any promises about what this blog may contain I am free to put any and all into it.
Let me first start with some small background information. I am currently active on facebook and you-tube. I make (or rather I did) make videos, and when I get the ability to film again I will once again continue my directing. I use to write a lot on facebook, but then I quickly realized it didn’t have the chance for much exposure, and the people who could see my work paid me little mind. I have noticed in this life that the people that are closest to you, pay the least amount of attention to you.
Make no mistake, this blog is not a cry for attention for the sake of people looking at me. I do however have a voice that I know needs to be heard, I don’t exactly feel I am ready to be heard to the full extent that my dreams tell me I one day can be, but I do know that I have to start somewhere. So while I am young and still calling myself an artist, this is my blog.
However having absolutely zero percent readership allows me a certain freedom that someone with an already dedicated following cannot not do. Namely the ability to change up his blog on the fly. Since I don’t make any promises about what this blog may contain I am free to put any and all into it.
Let me first start with some small background information. I am currently active on facebook and you-tube. I make (or rather I did) make videos, and when I get the ability to film again I will once again continue my directing. I use to write a lot on facebook, but then I quickly realized it didn’t have the chance for much exposure, and the people who could see my work paid me little mind. I have noticed in this life that the people that are closest to you, pay the least amount of attention to you.
Make no mistake, this blog is not a cry for attention for the sake of people looking at me. I do however have a voice that I know needs to be heard, I don’t exactly feel I am ready to be heard to the full extent that my dreams tell me I one day can be, but I do know that I have to start somewhere. So while I am young and still calling myself an artist, this is my blog.
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