Saturday, August 8, 2009



1. the quality or power in an actual life experience or in literature, music, speech, or other forms of expression, of evoking a feeling of pity or compassion.

Pathos, is a Greek root, obviously dealing with emotion, or self-expression. I have a bit of an obsession with Pathos, being a self-proclaimed artist. The idea behind it all is that I believe self-expression is Art. Since everything is relative due to the existence of infinite perspectives, Art is the closest thing to truth for me. I try very much to never withhold how I feel from my art-form which as you have probably noticed by now, is writing.

Cutting to the chase! Anytime I write a blog that is self-expressive, or meant to provoke a certain emotion.. it will be labled, Pathos. It will be a shortcut to finding out how I feel about certain subjects around this blog

Friday, August 7, 2009

Where have you been?

Well it's tougher getting started than previously assumed..
(Starting a blog is a commitment)

But I'm really going to do it!
I'm going to start a few things..

  • Hip Hop/Music News
  • Politics
  • My Pathos, ethos, logos series of posts
  • Poetry
  • RSD (recommended song of the day)
Be on the look out for these things in the upcoming days.

But you side stepped the question.. where have you been?

To quote Wale.. "I been busy in the midst of being busy.."
Well not really. I am about to go back to part time school, which makes me happy..
Other than that I've been in the house pondering the mysteries of the universe. And that's the truth. I DO have a working car now, so things are definitely going to change. The only issue is that I my age does not reflect my maturity.. and I can't get into clubs with that big zero next to my two. That being said.. patience is a virtue. I am about to have this blog up and running.

And it WILL get popular, mark my verbs!

Poem 002-- Mulatto Sonata 3/28/08

The bastard child of nations ravaged last
no history no heritage surmount
unsure of cultures, ancient texts of past
America adopts the youth in doubt

In doubt of place deserving of his stay
assimilation seems to hold the key
the multitude of roots seem to have frayed
rebel against the social hierarchies

Trailblazes his own path through rubble maze
destruction of racial roles lie in wake
Slowly we rise above the opaque haze
and dignity-Africana re-take

We have no time but have realization
Build esteem just as we built this nation.