This is my manifesto. Komunyakaa is ill, in a good way. Anyway, this is what I try to do when I write. I fail enough to know how difficult it is. Hope you guys enjoy this one.
If you know hip-hop, then you know the story of Tupac Shakur and Christopher Wallace (Biggie Smalls).
I'm here on a Saturday, special edition. Hoping to drop something decent on you before I bid you adieu and TNC is back in full effect. I have two, maybe three posts to drop. Hope you guys enjoy. Here it goes:
A few weeks ago I was a visitor at Arizona State University. I gave a few talks, spoke at the law school and went out to a detention center to speak with some young folks. I talked with the guards and staff that worked at the center.
wanted to say something about the importance of poetry, and then I thought a good poem speaks for itself. I've come to regret a lot of what I feel I missed out on in public school.
Right now my moms is at an airport in Maryland waiting on a plane to send her to Germany, then to Kuwait, then to Iraq. She turns fifty years old on Thursday.