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Lost Messages (Migs Salty Vault Dub)
Digital Crate Digging Continues as we proceed and continue with this Afternoon Jazz / O-Dog Day Party! The saga / struggle continues as life goes on as the toil and strife goes on! on this Terrible / Terrific Tuesday where things can go either way as we work towards the terrific outcome why did a naysayer start with me? I’m already negotiating treacherous waters full of sharks and piranhas…
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Excuse Me / I Beg Your Pardon PT.4
Excuse Me / I Beg Your Pardon PT.4
Excuse me!! I beg your pardon!! this hot messenger has some more hot mess, per this #WorldPoetryDay Excuse me!! I beg your pardon!! I’m just a middle passenger descendant, refusing to be co-dependent, so the system wonders how would I play? Solving the riddle, a passenger on the mothership who’s not a co-defendant in the crime that Sade says / asked if it was… That jam is a #MusicMonday entry,…
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& so the bomb fragmenting islands like the land you loved letting back darkness in * but there are stars that burn that murders do not know soft diamonds behind the blown to bits that trackers could not find that bombers could not see that scavengers will never hide away * the caribbean bleeds near georgetown prison * a widow rushes out and hauls her children free
from ‘How Europe Underdeveloped Africa’ in MiddlePassages, by Kamau Brathwaite
When the stone fall that morning out of the johncrow sky i could not hold it brack or black it back or block it off or limp away or roll it from me into memory or light or rock it steady into night. Â be cause it builds me now with leaf & spiderweb & soft & crunch & like the pow. der white & slip & grit inside your leather. Â boot & fills my blood with deaf my bone with hobbledumb & echo. less neglect neglect neglect neglect & lawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww * i am the stone that kills me
from ‘Stone: for Mikey Smith stoned to death on Stony Hill, Kingston 1954-1983′, in MiddlePassages, by Kamau Brathwaite
