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Saundra Quarterman Working Her Poetry at the World Stage
Saundra Quarterman is one of the finest actors of her generation. After my earlier post about women, you might be surprised about my praise. My aim is to be accurate.
It was quite a surprise to find her at the World Stage work-shopping her poetry in this video at YouTube.com. We have known each other since we were teenagers so this poetry in public thing is new to her but a welcome addition to the form.
She made a cameo appearance here in the kinté space in “Bryan Wilhite: 0.5 the Sisters” back in 1998. Stay tuned for more Saundra Quarterman material here at kintespace.com.
Noam Chomsky vs. William F. Buckley
YouTube.com preserves a “1969” debate between Noam Chomsky and William F. Buckley. Someone should remix this video with composited 3D graphics measuring how many fine hairs are cut as William F. Buckley retreats into ever-diminishing minutiae. I am certain we can find a Noam Chomsky interview that reveals how he (like Malcolm X) discovered that these debates are useless Roman circus shows.
And keep in mind that William F. Buckley is a refined, highly educated conservative—and this n-word is a complete waste of time—so just imagine how completely useless Rush Limbaugh or the O’Reilly factor is… What’s extremely important is “Noam Chomsky: Propaganda and Control of the Public Mind” here in the kinté space.
Thomas Jefferson Casually Insults “Phyllis Whately”
Some recent correspondence with Dr. Gerald Horne led me to Thomas Jefferson’s “Notes on the State of Virginia.” As a typical, white-supreme, pseudo-authoritarian apologist would insist, Thomas Jefferson was just “a man of his times” when he writes casually:
Among the blacks is misery enough, God knows, but no poetry. Love is the peculiar oestrum of the poet. Their love is ardent, but it kindles the senses only, not the imagination. Religion indeed has produced a Phyllis Whately; but it could not produce a poet. The compositions published under her name are below the dignity of criticism. The heroes of the Dunciad are to her, as Hercules to the author of that poem.
Apart from the archaic word “oestrum” (replace it with “horny-ness”) I really don’t see the sentiment here too “old fashioned” for some white or white-like person planning the overthrow of Dave Chappelle. And of course the name “Phyllis Whately” refers to the name spelt now, Phillis Wheatley.
It would not surprise me to find that Thomas Jefferson never really read or heard more than one “Phyllis Whately” poem—especially after her “religious views” prevented her from performing certain lewd and lascivious acts for the “oestrum” of her country.