Appearing tonight in the East Room at the White House poetry celebration, the rapper Common avoided saying anything about killing police, as he has rather frequently in the past. He did launch into some kind of work which was, I suppose you could say, impressionistic. Some might say it was stream of conscious. And others might say it was incomprehensible. Also, some of it rhymed.
What do you think of when you imagine a White House “Celebration of American Poetry and Prose?” A quiet collection of serious minded women and professorial looking men reciting, in tones both dramatic and hushed, carefully crafted cadenzas in a setting of earnest reflection? Think again. Think of THIS: Yo, yo, yo, lissen up. This is not your father’s candy ass poetry reading, you hear?