Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds — Nobody’s Baby Now (by almeidasuzana)
we never say it’s over, it’s never over (it’s over…for now)
صلاة خوف | Prayer of Fear (by Mosireen)
Turn on subtitles for the poem by Mahmoud Ezzat. Beautiful, chilling.
Marvin Gaye - ‘Whats Going On’, + ‘What’s Happening Brother’ with James Jamerson on Bass (by basstedonline)
Posted this before but it really is Marvin at the height of his beauty and talent. War feels impossible and so real. It was the first day of classes today and we watched MLK’s speech in my public speaking sections and only a third of the students had ever seen it before. These students are so fucking smart and they just start rolling after, riffing on how it’s the same shit: police brutality, no jobs, equality, being silenced. They get it. Watching this performance, it’s the same shit and no one is listening. Back in ‘03 I saw The Notwist at First Ave in Minneapolis and it was right before the bombs started falling and as they took the stage the lead singer put on What’s Going On and locked it in a groove again and again, not the answer, not the answer, not the answer. I don’t understand what’s going on either but today I looked to my classes and they taught me.
Cry For Change (by Drea d’Nur)
"Oh Lord, Oh Lord, another brother shot..everybody standing around like they didn’t see a thing."
Her voice, my GOD.
Patty Griffin and Robert Plant - “Ohio” (by KUTX Austin)
Her new album American Kid is a masterpiece and I haven’t stopped listening to it every day since it was released.
Patty Griffin - Wild Old Dog (Bing Lounge) (by KINK Radio)
God is a wild old dog,
Someone left out on the highway.
I seen him running by me,
He don’t belong to noone now.
truely madly deeply
you’re like a bird because i like birds and i like u
This is really beautiful and some of the best work Steve’s done
The night can be benign or malignant, gentle or harsh, beautiful or macabre, quiet or loud, distant or breathing down your neck. The night can mug you and leave you with a bruise across your cheek, or it can cradle you and whisper secrets of old in your ears. The night can charm you with a smile or put a surreptitious hand down your pocket and make away with your keys and recorder. The night can get inside your head, or it can get outside your heart.
Or all of the above.
Happy National Poetry Month! This week’s P.O.P video features Michael Dickman! Reading Pablo Neruda and discussing Paul Muldoon and film! Enjoy!
Forgive me, I’m in the shit this afternoon, but Brad’s mom drove Brad, Ryan, and me to Chicago to see this show at what was then the New World Music Theatre and she sat in the car out in the parking lot the whole time and, it’s just, can you fucking believe this ever happened? Prick opened for Christ’s sake. There was no break between NIN and Bowie, they just all came up and joined like Voltron to play a few songs together and then Bowie took over and played for two hours. I wish I had a way of comprehending it all in the moment.
The Tallest Man On Earth (Kristian Matsson) with Idiot Wind (his wife, Amanda Bergman) - Working Titles
Nina Simone sings “Images,” original lyrics from William Waring Cuney’s poem “No Images.” Yesterday was the birthday of Nina Simone, a singer and civil rights activist. Ebony discusses casting Zoe Saldana as Nina Simone in an upcoming biopic. Plus, more poems for Black History Month.
“I Am Not a Race and Neither Are You…I’m not joking when I talk about White History Week. One of the things that most afflicts this country is that white people don’t know who they are or where they come from. That’s why you think I’m a problem. I am not the problem; your history is. And as long as you pretend you don’t know your history, you’re gonna be the prisoner of it. And there’s no question of your liberating me, ‘cause you can’t liberate yourselves. We are in this together. And finally, when white people talk about progress in relation to black people, all they are saying, and all they can possibly mean by the word ‘progress’, is how quickly and how thoroughly I become white. I don’t want to become white; I want to grow up! And so should you.” - James Baldwin, 1986