“They want to pile up as many civilian dead as they can. […] They use
telegenically dead Palestinians for their cause. They want the more dead, the
better.”
--Benjamin Netanyahu
…the pain of
the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop
--Sean Combs
Living on the
Deathstar is a drag
Like it were
always cuffin season
Not sacrificeable nor yet the future
What remains
to be seen and what remains
Who shot
ya? It's just like
ashing,
So ashy it’s
like the ash of this song
What thinking
does a universalism
Becomes
singular, all tragic with its hands
Up, suffering
this long exhale, living on
In which
phrasing won’t it be enough
To keep living
the way we have
Telegenically
dead but still dead
Or like ash
undead, and song-like ash,
Like thinking
does, come shadow come
Until we are in it, the street suddenly open
Put your
middle fingers up, suffer this,
Everybody put
your hands on your head
Until we are
no longer the living dead
Or encrypted
by the hegemon
Enemies are all
we ever were
And curfews
and ban
Don’t bring
anyone back
Lose the
feeling then gain it all
Back like
power itself was dying
Like this were
its song turned to ash
It would go
something like this:
The rhetoric
of respectability
And what
pictures they would use
You’re nobody
til somebody
The selfies
with the boy playing dead
Kills you,
fucks you up, when the cop
Is not a cop,
is in fact a soldier,
A fascist,
when revolution is not a luxury
“the luxury of
my disbelief”
The students
demonstrate the
Presupposition
of their interpellation
That "You're always already in
the picture,
it's always you, already"
And LeVar
Burton offers advice about how to act
While a
wounded preacher shows us
Her wounds,
the wounds of Mike Brown
And Eric
Garner, and Trayvon Martin
Thomas the Train
rolls by, fucking with
The open, the
truce among the
Gangs and who
is really looting Ferguson
Ferguson,
Israel; Gaza, USA
Homologies of
power and Puff’s reenactment
Twenty years
later, uncanny like the third
World has
always been (with) us, always
Coconstitutive,
reflected like those triangles
In Rick Ross’s
aviators, tragedy and then
Farce,
symbolic death and then the real death,
The real and
its simulation, how we never
Were
post-modern, the new old slavery:
“Where the
thugs at?”
“Where the
street tribes when we need y’all?”
“Who was
present at the burned down QuikTrip”
“When you’re
suddenly in the middle
of an inhuman
situation that’s repeated
itself over
and over and over for 400
years, you
have to act fast.”
“looking the
part doesn’t help you brother […]
You create
your own fictions.
To survive, to
live. I understand.”
"Repeating Jesus, Jesus, Jesus"
"Young
man gives cops the finger
immediately
laser targeted with
an AR-15 in #Ferguson"
“The police,
black and brown bodies, war.
Can they ever
be thought apart from one another?”
Why
#IfTheyGunnedMeDown? #iftheygunnedmedownedburnitalldown
What picture
would they use? WhiletheFedsWatch
"you are
not the guy and still you fit the description
because there
is only one guy who is always the guy
fitting the
description."
"the male
black,
he actually
fleeing,"
“Turn the
other cheek
now means
here are our
collective asses to kiss.”
“y'all taking
ice baths, like memes are charity.”
“Suddenly I
found no new words.”
--With
language from Wendy Trevino, Claudia Rankine, Simon Leung, Killer Mike, Le1F,
Roxane Gay, Biggie Smalls, and many more.
