Archive for August 9th, 2013

Hip-Hop as Performance Art: Jay Z, Appropriation, and Critiques of Whiteness

August 9, 2013
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By Janell Hobson At first, I wasn’t sure what to make of Jay Z’s performance of “Picasso Baby,” featured on his new album Magna Carter Holy Grail, which has received much coverage for its innovative release through a Samsung app.  Proving to an increasingly skeptical public that he is more than a “corporate rapper,”...
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Feminists We Love: Yaba Blay (Video)

August 9, 2013
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Yaba Blay is the Co-Director of Africana Studies and Assistant Professor of Africana Studies at Drexel University.  After earning a B.A. in Psychology from Salisbury State University and an M.Ed. in Counseling Psychology from the University of New Orleans, Dr. Blay went on to earn an M.A. and Ph.D. in African American Studies and...
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  • Poems for Ferguson: Vanessa Huang and Aya de Leon Michael-Brown-Ferguson-Missouri-Shooting-Petition-Racism-america_2014-08-15_17-44-22

    Two poets consider Michael Brown, Ferguson, MO, and the crucial ways in which Black Life Matters.     “How Do I Love Thee? A love poem from the Ferguson, MO police dept to Black residents: An informal emulation of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Sonnet 43″ by Aya de Leon How do [...]

  • “Paws” by Tracy Burkholder tracy

    Paws   In sixth grade, I started to envy certain girls’ hands. Not always manicured, but always neat. Fingers thin and smooth. These hands gently freed sheets of paper from their metal spirals and lifted loops of hair to more beautiful perches. Lunch trays floated inside their gentle grip while [...]

  • 3 Poems by Holly Mitchell holly

    Slipping Under   Like a ghost, I prepare a bath behind a door   that hasn’t locked long as I remember.   When my mother or grandmother knocks at the open door,   I obscure what they call my “new breasts” under the soap water   and focus on the [...]