Thursday, August 29, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
PRETTY UGLY
Read an Excerpt/.
Paul was coasting uptown with his pistol sitting on his lap, touching it every now and then to make sure it hadn't evaporated into thin air. He was still edgy from all the excitement, so he turned on the radio to help him think as he drove to the girls' place. He carefully kept the car at a moderate speed, even slowing down for the yellow lights, and he arrived at their building in a few minutes. This time he had to ring the downstairs intercom, and Eyonna buzzed him in without checking to see who it was. She had recognized the way he didn't ease up on the buzzer.
Once inside, he briskly loped up the three flights, to find Eyonna standing in the doorway with one foot over the threshold. His brand new sweat-suit was soiled and ripped from the knees to the elbows, and she started to cry as soon as she saw the expression on his face. She gently lifted his forearm, and gasped at the ugly bruise. "Damn, baby," she whimpered anxiously, "what happened? You need to go to the hospital?"
"Nah," he answered through clenched teeth, "let me catch my breath first." He was winded, and stress had cut his breath even shorter.
Eyonna walked him over to the couch, asking if she could get him anything. He answered that he wanted some water, so she rushed to the kitchen and came back with a tall glass. Apple had stood watching all of this in silence, with her mouth hanging open. Paul took his pistol from his hip and laid it on the coffee table, and Apple could see that it had been used. It was dirty, with visible fingerprints and a dull gleam to it. She watched Paul's Adam's apple move convulsively as he gulped down the water, then asked him what had happened. He wiped his face with his shirt, and briefly told them all he thought they needed to know. The way he saw it, if they remembered anything about the old neighborhood, it wouldn't be difficult for them to fill in whatever details he left out.
Eyonna blamed Apple indirectly for all of this trouble, and she couldn't help glaring at her friend as she rushed to get some bandages for Paul's wound. He was unaware of the tension that had been developing between the girls, though he could sense it in the air. It wasn't until Apple loudly snapped at Eyonna that his intuition was confirmed. "Would you please stop lookin' at me like that," Apple yelled.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
My book is on amazon now!!! Yeah!
This is the poem that got me booed at the Apollo!
You could win one million dollars.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Friday, August 16, 2013
Who's more racist?
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
How use their body 4 leverage
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
Can you help me publish my book?
Hello everybody… I'm Brad 'BLUE' Bathgate.
I'm a poet - Writer and I'm out here everyday selling my books that self published
the first few years things were going well but then the bottom fell out and now I'm back at the drawing board. I would like to do a reprint of my books which would cost me a about four thousand dollars.
I have two books that i published but I only plan on reprinting two of them… they are entitled, 'CORNER STORES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BLOCK.." which is more like short stories and spoking word.
and the other book is entitled, "DON'T BEAT YOUR CHILDREN OR THEY'LL TURN OUT LIKE ME." it's not a book about abused children or but more of a humorist look at my childhood and growing up in Harlem, Germany, Georgia and Kentucky…
(the same things that make you cry will make you laugh)
I've been getting my books printed at Selfpushing.com for the last ten years
they are a great great company. The people were friendly and helpful and they've been that way to me from the very first day that I stepped in the door.
So now here I am asking for some help from you guys in cyberland..
I need to raise the money as soon as possible to reprint my books and then go out and self them hand to hand.
It's how I have been making a living for the last ten years and if i don't get these books reprinted and into the hands of the people that love the arts then I don't know what I'll do.
Just google my name and see how i've been busy following my dreams!!!
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What's up with these sports clubs
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Corner Stores In The Middle Of The Block.
Man selling book in the subway.
Most of the time this kind of poetry has the tendency of being mundane, predictable, and angry, and when you reach the point of utter annoyance insofar as getting bored to tears with this kind of material you end up relegating it into the superfluous junk pile of literature.
But this isn't the case with Blue's work. Blue actually holds individuals in the black community culpable for their own actions and his anecdotes paint a cathartic milieu of urban life in the inner city.
In layman's terms Blue demonstrates that everyone is capable of making their own breaks and that passing the blame onto others for misdeeds, shortcomings, and failures does an injustice to ones self and future generations to come.
Also, he successfully romanticizes what I would call Marvin Gaye's "Inner City Blues", while writing about what I believe are his personal experiences with women, love, romance, lust, capitulation, recalcitrancy, and humorous moments.
A case in point: in the first three lines of his poem called "Hope," Blue wrote:
"Hope is the four letter word that was spoon-fed to the hungry.
Done in an effort to sustain their hunger, temporarily
It's similar to welfare"
He then goes on to illustrate tales about the people in his neighborhood, while describing their dysfunctional behavior in a rather comedic style.
He then writes about a girl named Cinnamon, who just can't seem to get a grasp on things and yet even with her short comings Blue still loves and respects her efforts because even though she falters, she does it out of love for him.
What I liked the most was that Blue doesn't take himself too seriously and he doesn't engage in any racism and inasmuch as social justice is concerned. He places personal responsibility upon the shoulders of inner city society when it comes to certain issues that are within their control, which is a refreshing position to adhere too.
All I can say is, "it has been a long wait for poetry that eloquently travels the Straight Talk Express!"
Outstanding work!!!
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Monday, August 5, 2013
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Check out my poetry!
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Get Brad's DVD today.
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