I am charting my emotional landscapes: following the dots through this city. Emotional landscapes, They puzzle me, Then the riddle gets solved, And you push me up to this State of emergency, How beautiful to be, State of emergency, Is where I want to be. Advertisements
I lived on 139th street for a time. Harlem is intense. Lives move at incredible speeds, while appearing to go nowhere at all. I later learned that Big L lived his entire life on my block. He died there, six weeks before his 25th birthday. (If the video won’t play, click “Watch on youtube”) In… Read More speed of life
So while you imitatin’ Al Capone I’ll be Nina Simone And defecatin’ on your microphone –Lauryn Hill
“Sinister Resonance begins with the premise that sound is haunting, a ghost, a presence whose location in space is ambiguous and whose existence in time is transitory. The intangibility of sound is uncanny–a phenomenal presence both in the head, at its point of source and all around–so never entirely distinct from auditory hallucinations. The close… Read More sinister resonance
Young bodies navigate the city streets more gracefully than luxury vehicles.