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Saturday, April 05, 2008
Friday, February 17, 2006
Dialectical Ruminations
Jones, a man hasn’t tooted his own horn in a long time. But I shall regress, make up for my past offense and do so. Albeit, I am at war, and there is an extreme lack of scholarly and well-versed mother fuckers of similar ethnic persuasion that can have my back in the rudimentary aspects of verbal joust and dialectical rumination (the name of the 2nd sbm album in 1988), I will do so hesitantly.
I am resistant, like I said I am at war and I am a scholar. In these times a nigga would prefer to spend 25 stacks on a watch rather than half and library or 10,000 shares of GG – Gold Corp out of Canada. This means that the bevy of folk well–read in multi displinary subject matter is limited, and one has to keep their own intellectual deftness up to par without the assistance of others. When I was in undergrad, at Morehouse, there was plenty folks like this. As there were plenty of folk like this from South Parkway, Castalia, Glenview, Bunker Hill, Alcy and Orange Mound back at the cut.
But for the record, with respect to my own horn, I will say that I am as prolific as pro football. Not to many folk practice the cannon like the old school did. See, I’m a writer. I write if I make loot, folk read me, or not. I do not just pen novels. I’m old school like a quart of Stag. I write essays, in fact I love them but I also write novels, plays, and non fiction with short stories being equal to essays and verse. I have a book on the Transition to Democracy in Nigeria when I lived there in the ninety’s. I have a book of plays scheduled to come out at the end of the summer via print on demand. I will speak of it later.
I have finished 3 novels, a book of plays, 6 books of verse and an epic in iambic pentameter (Memphis style) and 4 books of short stories. I write like the old school folk. Fittingly, I admire the prose of Frantz Fanon, Poe, Dumas, Hughes, Angelo, Ninn, and Neurda. Moreover, of the 16 finished books, I have 5 published; with 3 more expected this year (Look out for Freak Type Scene).
I'm not afraid to write about anything, but my preference is what comes from my heart, experiences and personal purview of the world i live on. Writing is like my blood, I mean, even my momma said it was my woman. So give me a break when you read what I write, because I write how I think and talk, and what I feel and believe.
I am resistant, like I said I am at war and I am a scholar. In these times a nigga would prefer to spend 25 stacks on a watch rather than half and library or 10,000 shares of GG – Gold Corp out of Canada. This means that the bevy of folk well–read in multi displinary subject matter is limited, and one has to keep their own intellectual deftness up to par without the assistance of others. When I was in undergrad, at Morehouse, there was plenty folks like this. As there were plenty of folk like this from South Parkway, Castalia, Glenview, Bunker Hill, Alcy and Orange Mound back at the cut.
But for the record, with respect to my own horn, I will say that I am as prolific as pro football. Not to many folk practice the cannon like the old school did. See, I’m a writer. I write if I make loot, folk read me, or not. I do not just pen novels. I’m old school like a quart of Stag. I write essays, in fact I love them but I also write novels, plays, and non fiction with short stories being equal to essays and verse. I have a book on the Transition to Democracy in Nigeria when I lived there in the ninety’s. I have a book of plays scheduled to come out at the end of the summer via print on demand. I will speak of it later.
I have finished 3 novels, a book of plays, 6 books of verse and an epic in iambic pentameter (Memphis style) and 4 books of short stories. I write like the old school folk. Fittingly, I admire the prose of Frantz Fanon, Poe, Dumas, Hughes, Angelo, Ninn, and Neurda. Moreover, of the 16 finished books, I have 5 published; with 3 more expected this year (Look out for Freak Type Scene).
I'm not afraid to write about anything, but my preference is what comes from my heart, experiences and personal purview of the world i live on. Writing is like my blood, I mean, even my momma said it was my woman. So give me a break when you read what I write, because I write how I think and talk, and what I feel and believe.
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