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Invocation of the Sacrosanct

Somatic (De)zombification Ceremony for the “Real Nigga” w/ Resulting Poem
For William Wells Brown, Tisa Bryant, Glenda Carpio, Charles Chesnutt, Douglas Kearney, Richard Pryor, Ishmael Reed, Kara Walker, and Bert Williams

Instructions:

First. In a widely dark room, make the floor a circle of lit candles. Take a mirror big enough to fit a whole body and place it in the middle with you within. Leave enough space for movement. On repeat, play track 8, “Can I Live” from Jay Z’s Reasonable Doubt album.

Second. Find 6 stereotypical tokens of blackness for the body. An article for each: head, neck, wrists, ankles/feet (For mine’s I chose a 59Fifty banged to the back, a Jesus piece, a Pelle Pelle with a fur collar, a faux platinum watch with the bracelet, and a pair of Timbs). Now accompany the tokens with 2 intoxicants—one to drink, one to inhale (For mine’s I chose a 40 oz of Cobra and a swisher of loud).

Third. In the middle of the circle, stand full bodied. Take whatever you have to sip on and pour some for the fallen. Next, take it to the head. Next, fire up. Next, fill your mouth with the names of niggas you know. Finally, in the mirror, practice your affectations for:

                                   holla’n at yo’ slime/homie/patna/dunny/dude up the block ( say it from tha 
                                   heart): “AYEEEE!!!!! WHAT’S GOOD MY NIGGA?!?!?”

                                  mimicking a gun-bust as you tell the story of the last nigga(s) you clapped
                                  (say it witcha’ chest): “DOO-DOOT-DOOT-DOOT!!!....DOO-DOOT-DOOT!!!!”

                                  the song on the radio: “Said dat I’ma ride fo’ my muthafuckin’ nigga / Most likely 
                                  I’ma die wit my finga on the trigga / I been grindin’ outside awl day wit my niggas / 
                                  and I ain’t goin’ in ‘less I’m wit my niggas/ my nigga / my nigga” (Say 3x’s)

                                  the police: Mouth, fixed to say “Maaann, I ain’t even do shit!” Hands, wherever the 
                                  hell they tell you to put ‘em. Make ass and balls part and lift ready.

                                  a conflict: Arms, not up like praise is what you do, but out here like “
                                  WHUTTSUP?!?!?”

                                  a surprise: “Maaann, swear fo’ Gawd!!..??”

Fourth. Leave. Stunt. Flex. Parkin’ lot pimp. Ride down. Ride out. Take note of how others interpret your actions and speech. Stop. Now. Write a poem that will keep you out the grave.                 
                                                                                                                                        

Song for the Unconscious Self; or Liberation in Fo’ Parts

          “Cain’t worry ‘bout what anutha [            ]think,
            now that’s liberation and baby I want it”
             – Outkast


 

makes a “nigga”
“real” meaning
here we are
what we are, what
we still don’t know 

victims of their own
psychic residuum–
say “nigga”
and try to remember
anything else

of a distant brother
you can tell y’all related
by how you mimic
his nostrils when pissed
or sobbing


with a mouth
and ask, 
“Now what ‘nigga’
feel like having ‘fun’
after    all     that?”

Think:             blank – meaning mirror-stage 





Think:             apperception – as if black bodies are





Think:             blood – becoming the same skin 





Think:             resistance – to occupy a wound

 


by Jonah Mixon-Webster

Jonah Mixon-Webster is a text/sound poet, and teaching artist from Flint, MI. He is a current Ph.D. candidate in English Studies with an emphasis in Poetry & Paracolonial Poetics at Illinois State University where he also serves as the editorial assistant for Obsidian: Literature & Arts in the African Diaspora. A Callaloo Fellow, his poetry and sound art is featured or forthcoming in Spoon River Poetry Review, Oaken Transformations: Poetry & Sculpture Walk, Los Angeles Review of Books’ Radio Poemerica, and Kinfolks: a journal of black expression.

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