Okay I have been ironing out the details. I'm having the book release party for Constellation of a Black Star in November date tba I'm having it at Revival.
Cakeman Raven is making my Cake
And you already know the book is going to be the truth...
And most people know its because the main character Ofelia reminds me of my friend Channel; Living in her fantasy world, rebelling against authority, confronting monsters to get by and the ending when she passed abruptely. I cry sometime I see the end, but it's a good cry, a cathartic one. In my nostalgic and emotional way I liken Ofelia's descension to her 7 Circular Palace to Channel ascending to wherever. That's it...aint know more. Had to honor my passed ones on a Sunday.
It's going to be the best poem I've ever written. I was inspired by The Complete Grimm's Fairytales. Most people think there are only like 10 or so Fairytales; Jack and the Beanstalk, Little Red Riding Hood (It's Little Red Cap in the book), Snow White, Rapunzel and Thumbalina. In actuality there are about 210. My poem is basically referances to all of them. I dont know if I want to tie in several stories or focus on one main chracter. But I'm laying the groundwork.
You know Silky my sister in law, comrade, secretary and life coach lol. But nah for real we found out today that her great grandmother Jaunita was my grandfather's 1st cousin. Now technically that would make us cousins by blood. Now aint that sum hotness. I find this funny because we was going everywhere telling people we was sisters or cousins and it just happens to be true....sometimes I swear I'm my own genie.
(Wolf Howls) I'm not a hunter but i am told, that, uh, in places like in the arctic, where indiginous people sometimes might, might, hunt a wolf, they'll take a double edged blade, and they'll put blood on the blade, and they'll melt the ice and stick the handle in the ice, so that only the blade is protruding, and that a wolf will smell the blood and wants to eat, and it will come and lick the blade trying to eat, and what happens is when the wolf licks the blade, of course, he cuts his tongue, and he bleeds, and he thinks he's really having a good thing, and he drinks and he licks and he licks, and of course he is drinking his own blood and he kills himself, thats what the Imperialists did with us with crack cocaine, you have these young brothers out there who think they are getting something they gonna make a living with, they is getting something they can buy a car, like the white people have cars, why can't i have a car? they getting something they can get a piece of gold, white people have gold, why can't i have gold? they getting something to get a house, white people have a house, why can't i have a house? and they actually think that theres something thats bringing resources to them, but they're killing themselves just like the wolf was licking the blade, and they're slowly dying without knowing it. thats whats happening to the community, you with me on that? thats exactly, precisely what happens to the community, and instead of blaming the hunter who put the damn handle and blade in the ice for the wolf, that what happens is the wolf gets the blame, gets the blame for trying to live, thats what happens in our community, you don't blame the person, the victim, you blame the oppressor, Imperialism, white power is the enemy, was the enemy when it first came to Africa, and snatched up the first African brothers here against our will, is the enemy today, and thats the thing that we have to understand.
cuz I love mine we drink together, smoke together, get lost on the lower east side together. She is pretty, smart and she is not a bird. We have way intrestign and deep conversation wid each other. Way refreshing when birds and pidgeons are your only option (lol) thats my bitch and she doubles as my secretary
we was being "fat asses" we ate pizza, fruit cup, and then ice cream
oh yeah she is good at shutting up deli huggers and hood posers....
Randomly going through my myspace i hit up one of my poetry comrades B Yung. He had a double victory getting selected to be on the Youth Poetry Nationals and the Adult Poetry Nationals (yea he does have skillz). Shorty is the truth. Anyway I asked him to make me a list of venues in Wisconsin and he went above and beyond and said he would make a list for me where ever he go. Thats sweet. But he is also cute thats why he gets his own blog entry...im playing
but check my homey B Yung out at http://www.myspace.com/apoetnamedyung
My manager Reggie put me on the spot last night and asked me what I was doing to get my show out there to the public (ref. to my show on the 20th with Black Ice) So I showed him my myspace page www.myspace.com/sunladyofmelrah and it was listed ut he said that I didnt have the day (e.x. mon) in front of the date so I wrote a blog with all the info on it and posted it (go to my site and look at it, much prettier)
Wednesday August 20, 248 @ the Key Club... Current mood: excited Category: Parties and Nightlife
is going to be the place to be; POETS, SINGERS and MCS welcomed to the Verse for Verse Open Mic hosted by RAS BARAKA (author of Black Girls Love Hard) and JUBA DOWDELL; GIA SHAKUR (WORDSTOCK artist, author of Constellation of a Block Star) opening for BLACK ICE (Def Poet, Broadway Performer and Recording Artist) in addition to performances by Rainmaker and Definition and several members from the WORDSTOCK poetry collective. Celebrate with Gia as she releases her debut compilation of poetry CONSTELLATION OF A BLOCK STAR. Let your Verse be heard.
When - Wednesday August 20th 2008 Where - The Key Club 58 Park Place (Downtown Newark) , New Jersey Cost - 10 b4 10/ 12 after
Oh yea but I didnt tell you the funiest part...nigga got on the phone with my mother and told her that I was slacking on my job and missed rehersal....you know I got screamed at right?
So I'm walking from Spit 16 (Source Magazine poetry/hip hop thing) I'm walking up avenue A observing all the freakilisciousness stop and get a blackberry and banana shake and this white boy (man, I should say) on this weird ass looking bike. Vintage wheels. Anyway. He talking sum old,"I want you to model for sum paintings" And usually I'm very weary of white men equipped with cameras and the like (Me and Aja had a bad experience last summer) that I meet on the humble. But he didnt seen odd, just his bike. I gave him my info looked him up and he is pretty cool. He was that crazy ass that jumped off the 6 story building on a sheet of steel, wrapped in tinsel and Xmasery shit. He is a amazing. I love dare devils and escaped artists.
David is the wrestler to the left by the way. Check out his website.
Yeah...guess who I got a phone call from this morning?
Saturday, July 26, 2008
The universe played a wicked trick on me last night. I'm not a downtown club person but listen. In a downtown club, on the humble, on a thursday night when I'm usually working...stands a motherfucker that looks just like Carlito. I mean this dude had his round ass head, with the wings on his back, short and stocky. I thought he was this dude so much I started looking at his teeth..crowded at the bottom, chipped and gapped at the top just like Carlito. But upon further inspection he had a scar on his face and he looked way younger like my age. But he he could have been dude twin. So I was just standing their starin at this asshole who had the nerve to look like my ex. I was staring at him so hard he actually turned right into my glance.
Then this dude had the audacity to follow me around and kept asking me to dance. I finally said,"Pa, I have been avoiding you all night because you look like sumone I used to deal with. Your face is literally hurting me." "Wow. Thats rough." he smiled and walked away...he kept looking at me the whole time. When he left he came up to me, gave me a hug and said see you around.
I could have cried. More so for the reason because me and carlito never officially broke up. I just stopped answering my phone for like 3 weeks. Then I blocked his number. After I put away the grudge I decided to call him for father's day (he has a daughter) and his phone was off. So I dont know how to feel. Definatlely not heart broken I dont do those. Its just a small voidness in my idle hours that manifest when Im reminded him...
I cant even drink Mo no more this is a sad state of affairs...
Harlem made. Poet/MC. Descendant of Barbados and Bahamas. Intellectual Terrorist. Bi Polar. Swagtastic Fashion whore. Pot head shutter slut. All day lover. Brooklyn bred.