Monthly Archives: October 2010

panel review: “not in my backyard: heterosexism and homophobia in our communities.”

dear readers,

i gave a speech today. at an all day panel event called, “not in my backyard: heterosexism and homophobia in our communities.” what a right on name for today’s panel-stage pace university. all of us panelist-performers: colored, queer, and bright as lights. yes i said, bright. as. lights. the event was a beautiful experience, as much political art as story telling as speech giving. in a rather profit oriented academic institution (!). what movement. hark, what movement.

and what performances, Marga Gomez, Andrea Cofino, Simply Rob, Sadaat, stirring, we were all so stirring. Here’s the flyer.

and, oh yeah, today in hip hop politics we reviewed the: electric slide, the wop, the robocop, the chachachaslide, the dolla wyne. yes lords, the dolla. wyne.


prof. singh

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writing on the Q train

dear readers,

here are some shorts i wrote on the Q train this afternoon, i was on my way to nyu’s italian house, for a seminar class i’ve been digging, called italian masculinity in 1920’s american cinema. enjoy.

west coasting
cube instrumental on the ears easy
brooklyn bridge on the eyes

the subtle knife
all this warrior work
and i am descending
into subtler spaces
the subtle knife
pulling for windows
into new worlds

fort hamilton
sister adorers of
the precious blood
graveyard day laborers
under a tree for the flood
watch cemetery turn fall
red and yellow
above them all

family is a joke
in the morning one tiny toke
eliminate waste
preliminary haste
to shake off the rage
of the morning
i woke up itching to fight
can’t barely control the tide
like a part of me died
buried alive
still seething
rage is the only breath
im still breathing
avenger with feathers
to get her
i am nobody’s nightmare
not even in full flame
but only my own angel
basquiat said samo same

bikram yoga #1
halfway thru i always want to raise my hand
and say, excuse me, perhaps you haven’t noticed
but it’s hot in here
could you open a window
because my body can take it
but my mind can’t believe
pouring sweat like water through a sieve

bikram yoga #2
even my shin bone
is coursing with sweat
i am on my stomach
a river spills out from
the valley of my spine
one drop right, one drop left
i am on one leg
the river runs off my angles
elbows knees edges
drops fly off ledges
even my shin bone
is coursing with sweat

celebrating the dead, alora!

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how do rumors get started, they get started by the jealous people

dear readers,

according to my boy m and confirmed by an internet search that features tech’s recent twitters, the rumors circulating about immortal technique dying in a car crash are false. through the 90’s we had hip hop songs that could speak to just about any situation, not just for when you’re being stone cold at the club. here’s one of the songs that help to grow me as a youth, it’s about rumors, and seems quite appropo in this moment. The wolves are circling. Good sign. Time for all your wits about you. Every last one.



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