Black Trash, Street Lit, Urban Fiction, Hood Tales - however the genre is identified, I can't seem to get enough. Both my travel plans and general down-time are not complete without the sex-filled, drug dealing, drama-fied exploits of the inhabitants of these literary chocolate cities. And, in the midst of all this luscious negrocity, I am amped to discover nuggets of wisdom and a philosophical cannon custom made for our capitalized culture. I thought I might use these these discoveries as material to critique the processes that determine what kinds of subjects are elevated to scholarly research, as well as the language we use to communicate particular ideals. SAY WORD is my most recent handling of urban fiction. The work already includes an unexpected cast of collaborators: A graduate student in the German Studies Department, a creator of Soap Fan DVD's and a Private Librarian, coupled with German dubbed excerpts of General Hospital and The Golden Girls (ultimately, with English subtitles of course). It's wickedly convoluted and I can't wait to finish building out the concept. In the meantime, one of my classmates has updated me on the hip hop scene in Deutschland. Enjoy.
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