#MUHAMMAD > a response to ‘Innocence of Muslims’
A powerful response to the agitprop video “Innocence of Muslims” which defends the integrity of the Prophet Mohamed without calling for retribution of violence by # TalkIslam
The young Egyptian poet’s name is unknown.
“Find out who the real Muhammad (pbuh) was. He was a lover of the environment, a women’s rights liberator, a carer of the orphan, a man of mercy and of justice.
This isn’t only a response to the cheap film that was made but also a means to let everyone know who Muhammad (pbuh) truly was.”
Rumi Recitation > Perigee Moon Jams
On 6th May 2012, the moon was closer to the earth than it had been for an entire year. Some friends gathered to jam and freestyle to honour the silver luna hare in the perigee moon.
Featuring: Javier Murugarren, Olivia Negro, Doubting Thomas, Darkwing Dubs & Joss Farebrother.
My Confessions (pt 1-4) > Joel McKerrow
“My Confessions” by Joel McKerrow is an epic poem series that explores the taboos of being white male Christian dominance and the guilt that comes with being the most privileged ‘minority’ in a globalised world.
It is a heartfelt, honest and exposing piece of work that deserves to be seen in it’s entirety so SLAM TV presents all four poems and the epilogue here:
My Confessions pt 1 – The White Part of Me
My Confessions pt 2- The Rich Part of Me
My Confessions pt 3 – The Christian Part of Me
My Confessions pt 4 – The masculine part + The Epilogue
For more work by this poet go to: www.joelmckerrow.com
Cats and Dogs > Boonaa Mohammed
Directed and Edited by Syd Woodward, Sound Design by Ray Muloin http://getgrounded.tv
Cats and Dogs
It’s kind of dumb… but ummm,
I used to think that every time it rained an angel began to cry,
And it made me sad to see emotions drip from the sky
Ask me why and I’d tell you that I could see it coming from a mile
But denial ain’t just a river, it attacks you inner child.
But he had everything a boy could every want,
Money, power, respect and fancy toys to flaunt,
Guys wanted to be him,
Girls wanted to meet him,
He was a smooth criminal, lingo was never corny,
The star of countless, classic ghetto stories
Legendary general, controlled armies of lost souls
Gangster and a gentleman locked in one soul,
Survival was the only thing that he would ever know
A product of society so where did we go… wrong
Cause an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind,
You pick at karma enough and she’ll stop by to say hi,
I never knew which one came first, thunder or lighting,
But as life takes you on a ride, the resemblance can be striking,
Evil deeds resulting from a dysfunctional seed,
Grew from poverty the streets is all he needs,
Found comfort around pimps pushers and thugs,
The only family that he ever showed true love,
But could you blame him?
I mean, idea plus conviction becomes reality,
Oppressive systems creating another ghetto causality
Just singing that same old song,
The one that begins in the womb and ends in a tomb,
Plenty of brothers have taken the exact same path,
Did dirt but always searched for a nice clean bath,
His name rang bells from high schools to prison cells,
The word on the street was about his latest confrontation,
Rolling through projects armed with nothing but a reputation,
Lived life to the fullest, but when it rains it pours
And Good deeds can’t necessarily feed the poor
So he stole from the rich and he stole from the poor,
People tried to help him but he just wanted more,
He had angles and demons perched on both shoulder engaging in immortal combat
Fighting to control his mind and use his tongue as a door mat,
He would say things, than contradict with his actions,
Leaning towards the devils satisfaction, he was living life too fast.
Locked in a cage practically every summer,
Collect three-ways connecting the dumb to the dumber,
Friends were not friends, simply there for the moment,
Praying for his downfall, but he would never know it,
Karma eventually caught up and it wasn’t safe for him or his family,
Could have stayed underground but he was way too manly,
Because you can take the boy out of the jungle
But you can’t take the jungle out of the boy,
The stress in his voice meant that he knew it was coming,
I think he let it happen because he was sick of running
And as you probably guessed, past tenses indicate that he is no longer present,
Just another statistic to be brought up during the next stinkin elections,
Nothing special, despite the impact he had on so many lives,
When he died I couldn’t even force myself to cry,
Because I said goodbye a lot sooner than most,
I remember when he was a king but now he’s just a ghost,
He taught me so many things; he was skilled in so many ways,
He could have been so many things but he was killed in broad day,
He really let me down, he said that everything would be okay… but he lied
Because I’m looking out my window…
And it’ still raining outside.
Propoganda > Sho Baraka
“When Has GOD Failed Us”.
Check out Propaganda (@prophiphop) of Humble Beast speak truth.
Edited by Donald Martin (firstname.lastname@example.org)
People Matter > Scott Visk
People Matter from Scott Visk on Vimeo.
Words & Video: Scott Visk
Song: Opus 37 by Dustin O’Halloran
Special thanks to Micah Bournes for helping me complete my thoughts.
HOWL > Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg’s HOWL, animated excerpt from the feature length film.