Poetic License

I was a poor nigga

Now I’m a ______ nigga

You can find me up in Greenpoint, chillin’ with the hipstas

In my fourth floor walkup bangin’ tranny sistas

Or the backseat puttin’ down the master fista’s

New York gay boys, copy fashion magazines,

Or tv streams, or str8t acting dreams

Fuckin’ around like there’s no more disease

Fuckin’ around like we’ze on shootin’ sprees

I’m from North Cackalacky, but  got an east coast swagger

See me I got the arts and letters, BFA dagger,

I get up on the stage, point from left to right

Pushin on my actors just to get it fuckin’ right

Feel em pullin out your tears, make you laugh and holler

My muses, with my guidance, make you throw down mighty dollars

See Niegel play fa keeps, and Niegel stay wit heat

I can’t go commercial, they love my avante-garde beats

I’m a real artsy man, a MOMA loves me man

Don’t make me put you in a participatory art thing man

Walkin’ to Detroit, Still bring my queer vibe

Niggas screaming faggot, we gonna skin yo skinny hide

I was a poor nigga

Now I’m a ______ nigga

You can find me up in Greenpoint, chillin’ with the hipstas

In my fourth floor walkup bangin’ tranny Sistas

Or the backseat puttin’ down the master fista’s

adapted from 50cents ‘Poor Lil Rich’

Dream Five

“Evoking Feeling” – Dragana Skrepnik 

1. I was in a Condo converted into an art gallery surrounded by the owner’s private collection of sculptures and paintings and some of her own original paintings. The colors were rich hues: aqua, jade, amber, blonde, rust, bronze, cinnamon. I was surrounded by her passion, her love and care, and I had a private viewing/relationship with all the pieces.
2. I was in a shower in the condo. Again aquas and jades surrounded me – the tiles. The water was warm, but almost like aloe vera, it didn’t make my skin dry.
3. I was rushed out, her husband was coming home.
4. Rain, rain rain. I was wearing tennis shoes, and walking through a deep public square with several inches of water sloshing around my feet. But I didn’t care. I was in Paris or Florence and people were sitting out in the rain, on the steps, in the plaza. And there were fireworks.
5. I lost my sense of direction. I was alone.

Necessity

June, 2012 (New York, NY)

Conceived and Facilitated by Todd Shalom & Niegel Smith, Featuring Tracy Hazas & Produced by Elastic City

This walk is what you need it to be. We’re all in this together. Since you will determine the duration, please plan accordingly.

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