[ suggestive incoherence ]
The things Basquiat told me:
crowns and haloes
crayons and griots
we come and go
and despite what we wear
there's nothing to be gained here
copy what's right,
history is history,
people are perishable,
the terrible is tenable.
hip-hop is lost on the hip.
the dance is not about the dance
but a state of mind.
and speaking, painting, straining that mingly mind,
even when it's broken, beaten, va-po-rized,
is better and wetter than the tired alternatives. |
