I Don't Believe In Originality
For example, I’ve been trying to find the words to connect the misunderstood world of rap/hip-hop to what it truly is at it’s most basic form: poetry. I found a blog post by Hitchcock Blonde that accurately paints the picture (IMO):
Poetry was invented to be conjured on the tongue. All those nomadic bards, minstrels, skalds, rhapsodes, udgatars, griots, ashiks, ozans and dengbejs moulded it into a perfect conduit and cradle for cultural and social memory. On the page, like Shakespeare’s plays, poetry has a sterile beauty; but remembered and performed, it has visceral, affecting life…As any actor will attest, to properly remember something you have to understand it. Parrot by rote, and your brain can’t connect the chain. Find the throughline, the backbone - even if it is purely rythmic, aural or instinctive - and it sticks. Allusive, intellectual and contextual richness will come; but sensing the emotional and aesthetic shape of a poem deep in your bones is the most important and often neglected way to it’s heart.
That also explains why I like talking about Tribes, Flobots, Words that Work and whatever else it is that someone does that I’m unable to.
I’m not a good writer and it feels good to finally be admit that.
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