smaller poster in his smaller room.
Noah with posters of Erykah Badu and Lauryn Hill,
if he were the sort of boy to have posters.
Noah and I move to the bedroom soon,
and every night. Noah lets me
bring Kanye in,
knows our life has room for all of it.
CON MOTO
While swallowing a prenatal vitamin before bed, I’m watching an MTV interview
with Rick Ross about how
you taught him to see music in colors.
He calls you Ye, pronounced yay, dropping Kan.
Musical terms, held onto from Italian, found on printed music, begin with con
because they begin with
with.
Con espressione, con moto, become, informally, espressione, moto, spirito, affetto, dolore, forza, gran, molto, fuoco, larghezza, slancio, sordino, anima, brio, amore. Shook free.
And we should love our own sounds.
Feeling, movement, spirit, affect, sadness, force, great feeling, much feeling, fire,
broadness, enthusiasm, muted tone, feeling again, and vigor, and tenderness
or love.
Another connection between you and Italy, between you and music. Another
way to say beautiful things that I have learned tonight.
If bellies stirred before babies were big enough, mine’d be kicking.
JESUS WALKS
This poem could start, “I love you,” instead of ending there.
It could start, “Music.”
The key to this poem is connecting this sentence,
from the lyrics of Kanye’s “Jesus Walks”
to this sentence,
Show ’em the wounds
from a making of video that follows the making of the third music video for “Jesus Walks.”
Kanye said, after the first two videos, “I still felt like I didn’t have the hood, and that’s what Jesus walks for, it’s for the hood.”
I can think, have thought, of great line breaks for that quote. Already had to think of punctuation.
The man who said, “Show ’em the wounds,” is, I imagine, a friend of Kanye’s. But Kanye’s not around for this:
“I’m here with my n****, Romeo, looking smooth and shit. You know what I’m saying. Official, n****. How many times you got shot?”
“Nine,” he’s grinning and lifts up his shirt.
“Nine times goddamnit, and he ain’t even no rapper, bitch.” Pause. “I’m with my other n****,” the man to his left, “how many times you got shot, n****? Tell ’em.”
“Five times.”
“Show ’em the wounds. Show ’em the wounds, show ’em the wounds.” And he adds, “I ain’t never got shot but my n****s did.”
Stars all across my paper. Stars when I look at something blindingly beautiful. When I fall. When I first learn of stars.
Someone on the production crew yells out, “Come on in pigeon holders.” Someone says, “I got dirt and blood standing by.”
Many voices behind Kanye’s repeat, “Jesus walks.”
An actor—the one lit on fire for the video, the one carrying a cross big enough to carry him—says to the camera, “I hope people take it the right way.”
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