Real Estate, Architecture, Dinosaurs, Travel, Poetry, Film (not a cinesnob, but not talking mainstream/mainstream), African Art, Graffiti Art, Expression, Impressionism, Wallpaper, Nature, Earth Wind Water Fire. FIIIIRRRRE. Cats. Falconry. I really want to be a Falconer. Bocce Ball. Soul Calibur III. Etymology. Languages. Foreign cultures. Learning. Dancing. Eating. Syncretism. Fusion. Code Switching. Interesting people.
Music
Anything that matches my interests.
Movies
UMM. REIGN OVER ME, really impressed me. LA HAINE, ROCKERS, CHUNGKING EXPRESS, HAPPY ENDING, NEW LEGEND OF SHAOLIN, IRON MONKEY, THE HARDER THEY COME, SNATCH, OCEANS 10-13 or whatever, CASINO ROYALE, Sean Connery BOND, 8 1/2, FRITZ THE CAT, BEYOND THE VALLEY OF THE DOLLS, FRIDA, STYLE WARS
Television
Telemundo/Univision. Why cuz I like tan sexy women with not much clothes on. Especially on chidren's programming. PBS. Globetrekker. Nature. Cooking with Jacques Pepin. used to love ANTM (i am sick of tyra though and the models are lame). Operation Runway. Home design shows. A-Team. Dinosaucers. Transformers. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Harvard University
Cambridge,Massachusetts
Graduated: 2003
Degree: Bachelor's Degree
Major: Afro-American Studies
Minor: Runnin shit
Clubs: Franklin Teen Mentoring Program
Mission Hill Afterschool Program
Carribean Club Dance Troupe
Spoken Word Society
Black Men's Forum
Phoenix SK Club
DPA
About me:
Brooklyn Born, Manhattan Raised, good schools and francophone travels, poetry in motion syncopated and remixed as time goes by...
Coax-er of words caught in the throat, brought to the tip of the mind and caressed with the analysis of meaning.
I spoon powdered drum beats into plastic bags
sellin' kilos of kente scag
takin' drags off of collards and cornbread
tree-basing through saxophones and flutes like mad
the high notes make me space float
i be exhalin' in rings that circle Saturn
leavin'stains in my veins in astrological patterns
yeah, i'm sirius B
Dogon niggas plotted shit, lovely
but the Feds are also plottin' me
they're tryin' to imprison my astrology
to put my stars behind bars
my stars in stripes
using blood splattered banners
as nationalist kites
but i control the wind
that's why they call it the hawk
i am horus son of isis
son of osiris worshipped as jesus
resurrected like lazarus
but you can call me lazzie
lazy
yeah, i'm lazy
cause i'd rather sit and build
than work and plow a field
worshipping a daily yield of cash green crop
your evolution stopped with the evolution of your technology
a society of automatic tellers and money machines
nigga what?
my culture is lima beans
--Saul Williams
Who I'd like to meet: You, the unexpected high note piercing through the throbbing bass line of my rhythmic routine.
Travelling on subterranean lines you freeze time
(deep breath)
and let me know exactly where i am and where i'm going.
(wake up it's your stop)
(your turn to rock swing and control)
All eyes on me, you make me see that I too am a star.
A terrestrial constellation comprised of orions belt, winged heels of mercury,
without the hermes tie, I stay fly on improvised riffs and runs to the top of the tallest tower only to whisper an ode of dedication to the muse whose flowery breath filled my heart's sail allowing me to cruise when all i could think about was crashing.
(Thank you!)
Thanks to you, I now rotate and align all ellipses like orthographic snowmen
from paused poise to exclamatory proclamation. (in your honor)
my sentiment will not melt or fade as we wear our emotions on our sleeves
like vietnamese jade
a constant reminder of what we left behind and what we're hoping to find.
lost somewhere deep in this concrete jungle, snakes on all sides.
whether freedom or escape, rice or dice, we spin the bottle
gambling in search of our next meal,
chasing potential with icarus wings,
toeing the line betweeen sings and singed
hoping that the future will bring an aural binge, a cacaphony of sound
fat and round like commaed zeroes, numerical heroes looking for textual manifestation,
a syncopated four by four gestation and our love child is born. immaculate in conception.
and you, you sound like my new favorite song.
Harvard Apollo Night '99
Damn that's 8 years ago... I'm one of the tux dudes and then the dude on the far right in the first segment...
last segment i'm in the middle.
