If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery—isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.

Charles Bukowski, Factotum (via shihab-alen)

yep

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White man will say anything. “Niggas, Puerto Ricans! Don’t you write on the wall! It’s illegal. Graffiti!” Then he’ll find a mountain and put his face on it.

Paul Mooney  (via al-smooth)

Game. Set. Match.

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dope

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Under the racial state, there is no such thing as Black citizenship. The myth of Black citizenship scaffolds immigrant rights activism as well as the academic scholarship that supports it. Regarding the latter, in Asian American Studies, numerous scholars are quick to emphasize that African Americans gained citizenship before Asian Americans and their comparisons of Blacks and Asians tends to argue that the racial formation of which the latter is subject is civic ostracism and exclusion—as if the racial subjugation of

African Americans is somehow unrelated to the practices and logic of civil society. In Latino Studies, there is an evident animus to African Americans, expressed as concerns about Black xenophobia and Black insensitivity to illegality. The thread that binds Asian American Studies and Latino Studies scholarship is a belief in Black American citizenship, a hostility to which actually demonstrates that the legal document, in the case of Blacks, does not actually matter. What both Asian American Studies and Latino Studies, as well as immigrant rights activism and non-Black liberals and progressives in general presume, is that Black people have citizenship but that spectacles of anti-Black racism—such as the recent Troy Davis execution, the Oscar Grant murder by a white police officer at the Bart station in the Bay, or hurricane Katrina—demonstrate the contingent and flexible nature of citizenship. Such gestures attempt to re-imagine African Americans as akin to immigrants of color, whose status is tenuous, contingent, and flexible to the demands of the nation-state, capital, and whites.


But for Blacks, there is no such thing as circumstance, pretext, or even, to use the words of immigrant rights activists, legality or illegality. To assume as much means that we can identify historical moments in which Blacks are not guilty. Of course, Blacks are not always guilty of committing the criminal acts they are accused of and in some cases, the courts have affirmed as much. But Black people are never not guilty of being Black and thus their experience of being criminalized—which is ontological and not behavioral—cannot be conflated with or subsumed under frameworks common among immigrant rights advocates. Or, as Kenyon Farrow, in his remarks at the recently held New York City Troy Davis Memorial succinctly put it: “we must come to accept that to be Black and ‘innocent’ is an oxymoron in the world we live in.”

Tamara K. Nopper, “Race, Illegality, and Detention: My Remarks at Imprisoned, Forgotten, and Deported” (via so-treu)

"To be black and innocent is an oxymoron in this society"

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goddess

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For it is easy to proclaim all souls equal in the sight of God: it is hard to make men equal on earth, in the sight of men James Baldwin, The Price of the Ticket (via processedlives)

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you have faced

demons infested nests with monarchal table manners

firing squads dressed like clowns

anacondas jumping from jungle trees

atheists terrorists claiming to save the world one bullet at a time

but a laughter or a sob from your child

is enough to break you into a gentle, little lamb

and make you lay claim to impossible innocence

Oh they can see you

them eyes can see you all right

nothing wrong with them

these fools used to dare each other

into staring contests at that old yellow star hanging in the sky

so yes they can see you all right

but even if them eyes were open 24/7

they wouldn’t see the hell sized hole your heart is

that abyss sucking everything alive or kicking

so watch your step if you run into her

otherwise you will be giving up one limb at a time

just for declaring a love you can’t prove

Signed formidable poet, former victim and eternal fool

Wow, been awhile I woke with inflamed words putting themselves together to form a poem or a story, and I can’t even go back to sleep because that muse won’t shut up, I’m about to lay down five poems right now. Been too long I felt her touch, and I sure was missing it!!!