Well Said

[floridaorange]

Starting at 35 minutes:

dj_nature soulsearching radio show #633 (michael ruetten) dec 2010

A population supernova
Constant conflict fueled by
the quick unsustainable
depletion of resources
And the global compromise
On cultural and biological
diversity.


As we cope with this massive change
We face a set of new challenges;
The amplified unpredictability of
globalisation, changing climate,
future demographics,
and the complex problems of
providing clean energy, food and
water for all.


Our generation´s challenge is
learning to live peacefully and
sustainably in an extraordinarily
crowded world.
We realise that the CITY may be our
only hope.


How to moderate the impact of
contemporary culture on our
habitats?
How can cities shape the future
society?
How can we all take part in
their conception and construction?


How to balance hedonism and
idealism,
merge ecology and economy,
Fuse the best top-down leadership
with bottom-up intelligence?


How to connect and combine bold
ambition with humble quality,
sensitive responsibility with new
technology,
common sense with elaborate skill,
Complex diversity with enlightened
clarity,
big ideas with intelligent details,
good questions with relevant
answers?


Cities, governments and
businesses that succeed in the
future,
will be those that give people
greater power to shape the
future of their individual lives
and greater capacity to
collaborate.


Individiual and collective
activity
People doing things together
Near other people doing other
things
While building and modifying
their surroundings
Is the essence of urban process.


But how to ensure our designs
Regulations and good intentions
do not inhibit or extinguish it?
Can we create smarter, faster,
livelier and more diverse urban
future for all?

A matrix of plots cut by a
street grid remains the
universal urban syntax.
The plot restricts and
consolidates edges,
but liberates and the conditions
within to be manipulated and
re-iterated in the urban
process.


Every room, building,
neighbourhood or city
Is live evidence of this urban
metabolism – being built up,
torn down, rebuilt, modified,
again and again.

Boundaries for growth and high
population densities enrich
service diversity and support
local, specific and specialised
urban cultures.
In creating urban quality,
sensitive, flexible and
intelligent processes are
crucial.


These may operate in any scale
or timeframe.
Participation drives the
personalisation of services,
products, lifestyles,
neighbourhoods and cities,
all becoming platforms for self-
actualisation.


My actions are to be seen, heard
and felt
In my everyday life, in my city,
in OUR everyday life, in OUR
city.
Self-built and moulded to our
needs and dreams.


Change is constant, yet it
requires both patience and
action.
Present conditions are
irreversible, but always
temporary.
Masterplans don’t work. The city
is never complete.
This house is not finished.

Tuomas Toivonen: Masterplan / 2010 Keys of Life

[Huggie Smiles]

Re: Well Said

so thats his speech? over layed on a track?

or is it one track ?

linkie please

[floridaorange]

Re: Well Said

so thats his speech? over layed on a track?

or is it one track ?

linkie please

The track can be listened to at the 35 minute mark from this mix. I don't know if it's an actual track, or if it's a speech overlayed on a track.... although I sort of think it's the former because the track works so well.

http://soundcloud.com/natureboy/dj_nature-soulsearching-radio

[Huggie Smiles]

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The track can be listened to at the 35 minute mark from this mix. I don't know if it's an actual track, or if it's a speech overlayed on a track.... although I sort of think it's the former because the track works so well.

http://soundcloud.com/natureboy/dj_nature-soulsearching-radio

great fucking help that was

[floridaorange]

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dude what exactly are you asking me? crise sakes, someone interpret huggies question for me

[sbando]

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We believe that as people living
in the United States it is our
responsibility to resist the injustices
done by our government,
in our names

Not in our name
will you wage endless war
there can be no more deaths
no more transfusions
of blood for oil

Not in our name
will you invade countries
bomb civilians, kill more children
letting history take its course
over the graves of the nameless

Not in our name
will you erode the very freedoms
you have claimed to fight for
Not by our hands
will we supply weapons and funding
for the annihilation of families
on foreign soil

Not by our mouths
will we let fear silence us

Not by our hearts
will we allow whole peoples
or countries to be deemed evil

Not by our will
and Not in our name

We pledge resistance

We pledge alliance with those
who have come under attack
for voicing opposition to the war
or for their religion or ethnicity

We pledge to make common cause
with the people of the world
to bring about justice,
freedom and peace

Another world is possible
and we pledge to make it real.

(Pledge of Resistance, Saul Williams)

[sbando]

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Immortal urban poetry:


Yo Rakim, what's up?
Yo, I'm doing the knowledge, E., man I'm trying to get paid in full
Well, check this out, since Norby Walters is our agency, right?
True


Kara Lewis is our agent, word up
Zakia and 4th and Broadway is our record company, indeed
Okay, so who we rollin' with then? We rollin' with Rush
Of Rushtown Management


Check this out, since we talking over
This def beat right here that I put together
I wanna hear some of them def rhymes, you know what I'm sayin'?
And together, we can get paid in full


Thinkin' of a master plan
'Cuz ain't nuthin' but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin' up with lint


So I start my mission, leave my residence
Thinkin' how could I get some dead presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did


I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin' funny
Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin' move but the money
But now I learned to earn 'cuz I'm righteous
I feel great, so maybe I might just


Search for a nine to five, if I strive
Then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walk up the street whistlin' this
Feelin' out of place 'cuz, man, do I miss


A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of
Fish, which is my favorite dish
But without no money it's still a wish


'Cuz I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
So now to test to see if I got pull
Hit the studio, 'cuz I'm paid in full


Rakim, check this out, yo
You go to your girl house and I'll go to mine
'Cause my girl is definitely mad
'Cause it took us too long to do this album


Yo, I hear what you're saying
So let's just pump the music up
And count our money


Yo, well check this out, yo Eli
Turn down the bass down
And let the beat just keep on rockin'


And we outta here
Yo, what happened to peace?
Peace

[sbando]

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Ishmael Reed, Skydiving

"It's a good way to live and
A goodway to die"
From a Frankenheimer video about
Sky diving
The hero telling why he like to
The following noon he leaped
But his parachute wasn't with him
He spread out on the field like
Scramble eggs

Life is not always
Hi-lifing inside
Archibald Motley's
"Chicken Shack"
You in your derby
Your honey in her beret
Styling before a small vintage
Car

Like too many of us
I'm a man who never had much
Use for a real father
And so when I'm heading
For a crash
No one will catch me
But me
No one but me

The year is only five days old
Already a comet has glittered out
Its glow sandbagged by
The jealous sun
Happens to the best of us
Our brilliance falling off
Like hair from Berkeley's roving
Dogs

Even on a Rose Bowl day
An otherwise joyous occasion
A float veered into the crowd
Somebody got bruised over the incident
Like a love affair on Second Ave.

In these downhill days of a
Hard-hearted decade
Jetting through the world
Our tails on fire
You can't always count
On things opening up for you
Know when to let go
Learn how to fall.

[sbando]

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I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you or me
Says I, "But Joe, you're ten years dead,"
"I never died," says he.
"I never died," says he.

"In Salt Lake, Joe," says I to him,
Him standing by my bed,
"They framed you on a murder charge,"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead,"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead."

"The copper bosses killed you, Joe,
They shot you, Joe," says I.
"Takes more than guns to kill a man,"
Says Joe, "I didn't die,"
Says Joe, "I didn't die."

And standing there as big as life
And smiling with his eyes
Says Joe, "What they forgot to kill
Went on to organize,
Went on to organize."

"Joe Hill ain't dead," he says to me,
"Joe Hill ain't never died.
Where working men are out on strike
Joe Hill is at their side,
Joe Hill is at their side."

From San Diego up to Maine,
In every mine and mill -
Where working men defend their rights
It's there you'll find Joe Hill.
It's there you'll find Joe Hill.

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you or me
Says I, "But Joe, you're ten years dead",
"I never died," says he.
"I never died," says he.

[sbando]

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Saul Williams, from "Slam".

[floridaorange]

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i like the direction this thread is headed

[sbando]

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It's just you and me, by the look of it.

Saul Williams is of course also fondly remembered for this:

Whereas, break beats have been the missing link connecting the diasporic community to its drum woven past.
Whereas the quantized drum has allowed the whirling mathematicians to
calculate the ever changing distance between rock and stardom.
Whereas the velocity of the spinning vinyl, cross-faded, spun backwards, and re-released at the same given moment of recorded history, yet at a different moment in time's continuum has allowed history to catch up with the present.

We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of
dialogue.
Statements, such as, "keep it real", especially when punctuating or anticipating modes of ultra-violence inflicted psychologically or physically or depicting an unchanging rule of events will hence forth be seen as retro-active and not representative of the individually determined is.

Furthermore, as determined by the collective consciousness of this state of being and the lessened distance between thought patterns and their secular manifestations, the role of men as listening receptacles is to be increased by a number no less than 70 percent of the current enlisted as vocal aggressors.

Motherfuckers better realize, now is the time to self-actualize.
We have found evidence that hip hops standard 85 rpm when increased by a number as least half the rate of it's standard or decreased at ¾ of it's speed may be a determining factor in heightening consciousness.

Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the
unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.
Equate rhyme with reason, sun with season!

Our cyclical relationship to phenomenon has encouraged scholars to erase the centers of periods, thus symbolizing the non-linear character of cause and effect reject mediocrity!

Your current frequencies of understanding outweigh that which
as been given for you to understand.

The current standard is the equivalent of an adolescent restricted to the diet of an infant.

The rapidly changing body would acquire dysfunctional and deformative
symptoms and could not properly mature on a diet of apple sauce and crushed pears light years are interchangeable with years of living in darkness.

The role of darkness is not to be seen as, or equated with, ignorance, but with the unknown, and the mysteries of the unseen.

Thus, in the name of:
Robeson, God's son, Hurston, Ahkenaton, Hathsheput, Blackfoot, Helen, Lennon, Khalo, Kali, The Three Marias, Tara, Lilithe, Lourde, Whitman, Baldwin, Ginsberg, Kaufman, Lumumba, Ghandi, Gibran, Shabazz, Siddhartha, Medusa, Guevara, Guardsieff, Rand, Wright, Banneker, Tubman, Hamer, Holiday, Davis, Coltrane, Morrison, Joplin, Dubois, Clarke, Shakespeare, Rachmninov, Ellington, Carter, Gaye, Hathoway, Hendrix, Kutl, Dickerson, Ripperton, Mary, Isis, Theresa, Plath, Rumi, Fellini, Michaux, Nostradamus, Nefertiti, La Rock, Shiva, Ganesha, Yemaja, Oshun, Obatala, Ogun, Kennedy, King, four little girls, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Keller, Biko, Perone, Marley, Cosby, Shakur, Those Still Aflamed, and the countless unnamed!

We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter.
We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun.
We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall guide us.
We are determining the future at this very moment.
We now know that the heart is the philosophers' stone.
Our music is our alchemy!

We stand as the manifested equivalent of 3 buckets of water and a hand full of minerals, thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down supply the percussion factor of forever.
If you must count to keep the beat then count.
Find you mantra and awaken your subconscious.
Curve you circles counterclockwise.
Use your cipher to decipher, Coded Language, man made laws.
Climb waterfalls and trees, commune with nature, snakes and bees.
Let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the new day for today we are determined to be the channelers of these changing frequencies into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama, photography, carpentry, crafts, love, and love.

We enlist every instrument: Acoustic, electronic.
Every so-called race, gender, and sexual preference.
Every per-son as beings of sound to acknowledge their responsibility to uplift the consciousness of the entire f***ing World.

Any utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers slain!

Any utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers slain!