Nipsey Rustled

Nipsey Rustled is one of several alter egos representing the many sides of writer, new author, poet, and teacher, Derrick Weston Brown. Expect poems, music, perspective, links and images of all sorts of things. I might even get personal from time to time. So enjoy what pops up on this blog, but not a blog, from a brother just trying to get the words out, in a society with an attention span no bigger than a snap pea.

alanwking:

Derrick and Monet killing their set Round Robin style during tonight’s reading at the Anacostia Art Center.

We were throwing down. Thanks Alan!

NaPoWriMo 2/30Cherry Blossom TreeNature’s wishboneYou are lungs in bloomArbor goal postSpring’s tuning forkNaked slingshotPetaled ovariesThe wind’s signifier.I am just the Poetwho noticed.

NaPoWriMo 2/30

Cherry Blossom Tree
Nature’s wishbone
You are lungs in bloom
Arbor goal post
Spring’s tuning fork
Naked slingshot
Petaled ovaries
The wind’s signifier.
I am just the Poet
who noticed.

joigirl:

poc-creators:

Anthologies of Science Fiction and Fantasy by People of Color

My inner little black nerd girl, who used to spend her summers, sitting in  a tree, reading sci-fi, is extremely happy :).

Yes indeed! I own both of the Dark Matter anthologies and I’ve been waiting for Long Hidden ever since I met Daniel Jose at the VONA summer workshop retreat this past summer. Great list!!! Gomma buy them for my bookstore immediately!

(via evelynnalfred)

I believe that something is always speaking through Toni Morrison, who in turn uses her own characters to speak through. Powerful medicine here. The ring shout. The circle. The joining of the men and women and children together. Common even quotes this scene in his song "Nag Champa" from his “Like Water for Chocolate” album.

“Here,” she said, “in this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love it hard. Yonder they do not love your flesh. They despise it… No more do they love the skin on your back. Yonder they flay it. And O my people they do not love your hands. Those they only use, tie, bind, chop off and leave empty. Love your hands! Love them! Raise them up and kiss them. Touch others with them, pat them together, stroke them on your face ‘cause they don’t love that either. You got to love it, you! And no, they ain’t in love with your mouth. Yonder, out there, they will see it broken and break it again.What you say out of it they will not heed…What you put into it to nourish your body they will snatch away and give leavins instead. No they don’t love your mouth. You got to love it.”

This is flesh I’m talking about here. Flesh that needs to be loved. Feet that need to rest and to dance; backs that need support; shoulders that need arms, strong arms I’m telling you. And oh my people, out yonder, hear me, they do not love your neck unnoosed and straight. So love your neck; put a hand on it, grace it, stroke it, and hold it up. And all your inside parts that they’d just as soon slop for hogs, you got to love them. The dark, dark liver - love it, love it, and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet… More than your life-holding womb and your live-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.”

-Baby Suggs “Beloved” Toni Morrison

Stevie Wonder Talkbox Medley (Close To You / Never Can Say Goodbye)

A true master. Some say this footage inspired a young Roger Troutman to get his hands on a talk box. Autotune got nothing on the talk box.

Image of the Black | Siddi Family in India  Africans and their descendants Africanized the Indian Ocean world, contributing their cultures, talents, skills and labor, and helping shape the societies they entered and made their own. India has the largest number of people of African descent in South Asia. It has been estimated that at least a quarter of the total population living on the Makran coast are of African ancestry—that is, at least 250,000 men and women can claim East African descent on the southern coast of Pakistan and in the easternmost part of southern Iran.  Partitioned from India in 1947, Pakistan’s African descendants are called Sheedi (Siddi.) Many are also called Makrani, whether or not they live in Makran. Photographer: © Henry Drewal
Source: Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture, New York Public Library
 — with James E. Brunson inIndia.

Image of the Black | Siddi Family in India 

Africans and their descendants Africanized the Indian Ocean world, contributing their cultures, talents, skills and labor, and helping shape the societies they entered and made their own.

India has the largest number of people of African descent in South Asia. It has been estimated that at least a quarter of the total population living on the Makran coast are of African ancestry—that is, at least 250,000 men and women can claim East African descent on the southern coast of Pakistan and in the easternmost part of southern Iran. 

Partitioned from India in 1947, Pakistan’s African descendants are called Sheedi (Siddi.) Many are also called Makrani, whether or not they live in Makran.

Photographer: © Henry Drewal

Source: Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture, New York Public Library

— with James E. Brunson inIndia.

Damn. I’m ready for Spring.
-Photo by Marlene Hawthrone (RIP)

Damn. I’m ready for Spring.

-Photo by Marlene Hawthrone (RIP)

“I live in a gentrified part of Brooklyn, I eat out several times a week, I travel the world sampling the best that cities across the globe have to offer. Do I live in a penthouse loft? Am I dinning in five stars restaurants? Can you only find me in the most exclusive areas? Do I own a jet? The answer to all the above is most certainly no. I’m just a regular man from Prince George’s county, Maryland that figured shit out. 
I discovered that I can make a career in an arena dominated by artists that sell false dreams. I realized that although the masses may not know of my body of work, it doesn’t take the whole world to have the world I want. Tangible Dream is a mix-tape dedicated to the deconstruction of our traditional ideas of success & shedding light on the possibility of a sustainable rap life. These rhymes were written in economy class seats, these beats were produced on long bus trips & these songs were recorded in airbnb apartments. All I want to do is make music for a living so that I can live to make music. The only dreams I’m interested in are the ones I can grasp. It just so happens that anything you want bad enough can be obtained. Perhaps the world may never know of my accomplishments but accomplishments they are nonetheless.
-Oddisee: MC, Producer
#Respect
He’s figured it out.

I live in a gentrified part of Brooklyn, I eat out several times a week, I travel the world sampling the best that cities across the globe have to offer. Do I live in a penthouse loft? Am I dinning in five stars restaurants? Can you only find me in the most exclusive areas? Do I own a jet? The answer to all the above is most certainly no. I’m just a regular man from Prince George’s county, Maryland that figured shit out. 


I discovered that I can make a career in an arena dominated by artists that sell false dreams. I realized that although the masses may not know of my body of work, it doesn’t take the whole world to have the world I want. Tangible Dream is a mix-tape dedicated to the deconstruction of our traditional ideas of success & shedding light on the possibility of a sustainable rap life. 

These rhymes were written in economy class seats, these beats were produced on long bus trips & these songs were recorded in airbnb apartments. All I want to do is make music for a living so that I can live to make music. The only dreams I’m interested in are the ones I can grasp. It just so happens that anything you want bad enough can be obtained. Perhaps the world may never know of my accomplishments but accomplishments they are nonetheless.

-Oddisee: MC, Producer

#Respect
He’s figured it out.