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BILLY SUNDAY’s CINEMATIC SUGGESTIONS…

Thursday, November 24th, 2005

boysofbaraka

This is one of the few films that I will implore you to see this holiday season. ‘The Boys of Baraka’ is a unique coming-of-age story that follows a group of extraordinary 12-year-old boys from some of the most dangerous Baltimore ‘hoods to an experimental boarding school in rural Kenya. In an emotionally explosive journey shot over three years, the film zeroes in on a group of four (4) brave kids who are willing to cross the ocean to chase an opportunity. These boys are armed only with true courage and a fierce, resilient determination to fight the label of ‘throw-away’.

There is NO G-Unit soundtrack to this film.

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BLACK PRESIDENT 1995

Wednesday, November 23rd, 2005

Somebody told me that we have a Black President,
just ‘cuz he didn’t want to go to ‘Nam
and ‘cuz he smoked weed,
and ‘cuz he cheated on his old lady,
and ‘cuz he says words like ‘cuz.

But the only Black man that I know,
never smoked a joint,
fought in the war against Black America,
and did two rounds with the VIET CONG,
he was a champion for the foundation of Black culture;
FAMILY.

You won’t agree with everything he says,
but you know he will never lie to you.
That’s the only Black man that I know.

Dad.

dad

CLARENCE A. PENN III 1944 – 2005

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HOME RUN 1985

Saturday, November 19th, 2005

I love my home.
The center of the world(NYC).
Get anywhere in the tri-state in about 15 minutes.
At the corner of 34th Av and 113th St.
The Louis Armstrong School.

I open my window to receive
the orgy of noise that is the summer.
Empty playgound echoes the sound
of pennies tossed from a tenth floor terrace.
Endless drone of piston provoked rubber rings
as Z28’s and 240 SX’s float upon the Grand Central.
Shrieking, creaking, groaning, moaning on elderly rails
the elevated flails for Times Square.
Thunder screams from a DC-37
polished aluminum bird leaves LaG.

And with all of this going on
still the sweetest song.
36,749 strong

When #18 takes a leather wrapped ball of string
and places it in the rightfield parking lot.

straw man

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WHITE CASTLE

Tuesday, November 15th, 2005

Surrounded by the dark
a chamber of ceramic partition.

Muscles tighten
contracting to a zenith.
Tendons pulling
on their anchored limbs.
Fists clenched
in an unbreakable grip.
Teeth gnashed
so that they grind one another.
Eyes squinted
so hard their compression forms a teardrop.

Colon erupts
ejecting a magnanimous feculent tuber

I don’t know which I like the most about White Castle
be it the coming or the going.

mcDooDee

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BOONDOCKS on the Tube: the ReCap

Monday, November 14th, 2005

boondeezy

The good news is that the BOONDOCKS has busted open things for the good people at Cartoon Network. I was always a fan of their after-hours programming and the BOONDOCKS show is right inside my wheelhouse for entertainment. I was able to get past the voiceover issues with REGINA KING taking both lead roles because JOHN WITHERSPOON and CHARLIE MURPHY are both geniuses in their own right.

Here’s what made the show iffy for me…

-IF McGruder can find his true tone from the BOONDOCKS print strip which was witty, sly, smart and leave all the cliche stereotypical stuff alone.

-IF Cartoon Network doesn’t pull a ‘Chappelle Show’ managerial coup on the production team to tone down the humor.

-IF the writers will continue to let the lead characters call everyone they encounter ‘nigga’, especially the white characters.

Without the Chappelle Show to turn to I would be stuck supporting that two-timing tapdancing jig CHRIS ROCK.

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