BY DAN VALENTI
PLANET VALENTI News and Commentary
(FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE, THURSDAY, APRIL 12, 2012) — This is a poem written by Gwendolyn Brooks in 1960. With only a few topical updates, it can be used as the epitaph of the Gangsta hip-hop culture that has so permeated and infected America.
Last night, The Professor introduced our current topic in Comp. II — “The American Dream.” We shall be engaging in lively discussions of what this phrase presently signifies.
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We Real Cool
Gwendolyn Brooks (1917-2000)
The Pool Players. Seven at the Golden Shovel.
We real cool. We
Left School. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
WITH THAT, WE BID YOU ADIEU ON THIS FINE, APRIL MORNING. WE HAVE LEFT YOU A POETIC CLUE, AND SHALL CONTINUE IN THIS VEIN, UNTIL THE “5” GREETS THE “01.” AND THOUGH LEO DECAPRIO LOSES HIS GRIP AND GOES DOWN WITH THE SHIP, WE REMAIN AFLOAT.
“OPEN THE WINDOW, AUNT MILLIE.”
LOVE TO ALL.