Ralph Ellison, an intellectual parent of mine, was born on March first in nineteen fourth one. Let’s celebrate him and our shared love of pig feet.
Happy Birthday dear Ralph
Author: AfroFogey
Intellectually Bald.
Sir Ellison and Mr. Murray, getting to the meat of the literati, barbershop style.
Attack the New Year like your Ancestors
Leave your mark but leave no proof. Don’t chase clout, chase effectiveness. Practice your principles, let’s those who rode in the wagon have the fame.
Haint that Bolden?
Setting the Parameters
No matter how my sentence is phrased, it is Ebonics. No matter the composition of the dish I make, it is soul food. Black card revolves around your similarities to me. Being Soul Brotha #1 endows me with such powers.
Beauty and Brutality
Mr. Bachet play some of the most beautiful clarinet one could ever hear. He also took so much pride in his skill that would shoot at you and alert you ” I never play the wrong cord” whist letting off those shots. A seminal figure. A great. Honor him.
Bringing Santa in with a Riff!
A Knight for Negro Civilization
And the Beat Goes On
Those too impressed with material things cannot hold their place n the world of culture; they are relegated to inferiority and ultimate death. – Alexander Crummell
Good morning Trads, fellow travelers and bored friends. Years back I went on a bit of a ramble about the failures of my tribe’s middle class or psuedo upper class.
This morning, I was wondering the internet, stumbling through The New York Review of Books archives and came across this piece by Darryle Pinckney named Aristocrats. A good read, while scrolling though it I remembered, I screenshot a passage from it years back. I should have added it to my ramble when I published it, as it fits perfectly, so I’ll just connect them here.
AfroTraditionalist 