Monday, October 19, 2009
J Street is Guilty...of boring me
J Street. We got it. You took a Jewish front to come out as Anti-Israel because you knew that would give the story teeth. You knew you could feign credibility by posing as the very people who most routinely support the side you are opposing. You were playing the role of the disaffected, poetic youth baring your thrashing souls and finding that you could not stand the injustices your co-religionists ignore. You were supposed to be pained and artistic and fluent in the power of speech to upraise a harmed mass. You supposedly studied KRS and Malcolm and found romance in the disadvantaged. You thought you had fucked the system, under-doggy style. But, you did so like impotent little children.
In your nightmares, you married a stillbirth and fathered a bastard. In reality, you beat off. You jumped on the dead fad of slam poetry and hired the most typical, bullshit, tired-ass, autotune of literature artists you could find with their ironic Arab beards and romantic headdresses. They repeated cliches and uneducated rants. They added nothing to what could have been an important dialogue about peace and, worse yet, gave nothing back to the art form they have flagellated for fame. You bore me.
I slap the kufi off of Kevin Coval and Josh Healey with a greeting card verse. Find some real artists. Milk the system, homies!