(via Gylan Kain, a Founder of the Last Poets and a Progenitor of Rap, Dies at 81 - The New York Times)
Gylan Kain, a Harlem-born poet and performance artist who was a founder of the Last Poets, the spoken-word collective that laid a foundation for rap music starting in the late 1960s by delivering fiery poetic salvos about racism and oppression over pulsing drum beats, died on Feb. 7 in Lelystad, the Netherlands. He was 81.
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We lick our fates off swords and rocks,
We push the tides until our flesh falls off.
-aedth
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Triolet Poem #41
They say that great minds think alike
Then why do we struggle agree?
We exchange thoughts on the same hike
They say that great minds think alike.
All of a sudden, with a strike,
I'm holding on while you fly free.
They say that great minds think alike.
Then why do we struggle agree?
"Struggle Agree", JEP
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We're strangers now.
It's strange
To pass you by on the street,
When last year you would bathe me in kisses.
I Wanted To Accompany You To The Bus Stop
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“I dream of a life with someone I’ve lost,
when the world is asleep and it’s 4 am.”
— memoirsofbilal (via Instagram)
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One day I will stop falling in love with you. Until I do, I'll be thinking of you.
k.b. // laufey, philharmonia orchestra - let you break my heart again
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Lover Sculpture at a Graveyard † Lover Sculpture for Lovers’ Tomb † Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
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