Review: Respect, The Life Of Aretha Franklin.

  She drank some. She had deep agonies in regards to  severe childhood abuse. She was “moody”. She went through a horrible violent relationship. Afterwords, she liked to eat, smoke weed, and have lots of consensual sex. And did I forget to mention she was “moody”. She was not remembered too fondly by her twoContinue reading “Review: Respect, The Life Of Aretha Franklin.”

Joshua/ Klitschko: Requiem For A Cosmopolitan Heavyweight

  Sports fans will come to really appreciate Wladimir Klitschko. Cultural critics might come to appreciate him on several levels.  A big, hard punching, but flawed fighter who spent the first half of his pro career being averse to conflict, he hired Emanuel Stewart one of the greatest trainers in the history of the sportContinue reading “Joshua/ Klitschko: Requiem For A Cosmopolitan Heavyweight”

Dave Chappelle: American Bro.

https://blarceny.tumblr.com/…/key-and-peele-offensive-boss-… I thought of this skit when hearing Dave Chappelle protesteth too much about Key and Peele. What did i think about the specials? In the times when he wasn’t trying to be Americas creepy old hipster black friend from the frat, he could be hilarious. In the times he wasn’t being hilarious, he wasContinue reading “Dave Chappelle: American Bro.”

How The Week After Biggie Got Shot Ended My Hip Hop Fandom.

The day I really began to develop a dislike for mainstream hip-hop was the Monday after Biggie was shot. I was a senior in high school and only had been in a stable home for about five years, after considerable drama and living in a nasty housing project. Feeling the sting of being made funContinue reading “How The Week After Biggie Got Shot Ended My Hip Hop Fandom.”

A Liberal Heretic’s Notes: On Yeats, Lost Friendships, And The Pain Of Being “Magic”

Writers Notebook: There is a poem of Yeats’ that makes me nauseous, but I totally understand if people love it.(taste is personal) “Song of the Wandering Aengus” is one of the better-structured poems of his early neo-romantic period; he had just found the effectiveness of sprung rhythm and slant rhyme, and it reads better thanContinue reading “A Liberal Heretic’s Notes: On Yeats, Lost Friendships, And The Pain Of Being “Magic””

All of The Places We’ve Been: On Up South.

My grandmother had the greatest basement I have ever seen or will see. The ground floor the house she lived with my grandfather was conventional enough to blend in with the houses in the area. A flight of steps down was two bedrooms, a small bar, a card table, a bookshelf, a tv console, aContinue reading “All of The Places We’ve Been: On Up South.”

A Liberal Heretic’s Notes: On Donald Trump and The Slum In The Human Heart.

In 1990, my father decided to move to the Hillside Terrace housing projects, a move that repulsed the last of the friends he had before he became a drug addict. He had people in his life that-if not willing to give him a safety net-wanted to provide him with housing considerably safer than that dangerous stripContinue reading “A Liberal Heretic’s Notes: On Donald Trump and The Slum In The Human Heart.”