check out my poem MIRRORS BY JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE on electric cereal (aka f*ck iggy azalea)
The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pendants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
I hope you don’t have friends who recommend Ayn Rand to you. The fiction of Ayn Rand is as low as you can get re fiction. I hope you picked it up off the floor of the subway and threw it in the nearest garbage pail. She makes Mickey Spillane look like Dostoevsky.
A pioneer of “Afrofuturism,” bandleader Sun Ra emerged from a traditional swing scene in Alabama, touring the country in his teens as a member of his high school biology teacher’s big band. While attending Alabama Agricultural and Mechanical University, he had a out-of-body experience during which he was transported into outer space. As biographer John Szwed records him saying, “my whole body changed into something else. I landed on a planet that I identified as Saturn.” While there, aliens with “little antenna on each ear. A little antenna on each eye” instructed him to drop out of college and speak through his music. And that’s just what he did, changing his name from Herman Blount and never looking back…
shadowed giovanni at butler today and practiced a philip glass piece. i am learning everyday. in his writing class we sat outside by the canal and read autumn poems aloud. then sat in the secluded area of the cafeteria and talked about ferneyhough and sincerity and joyce and music theory. a tv was playing a different world and a black staff member was watching. she asked if we were married. said she doesn’t have any boyfriends, just friends, and she loves them, and that’s why she sings.