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Thu, 24.09.2009

BLACK IS SOUL by Joseph White.

Down, down into the fathomless depths, down into the abyss beneath the stone.
Down still farther, to the very bottom of the infinite.
Where black-eyed peas & greens are stored, where de lawd sits among melon rinds.
A dark blue sound (funky & barefooted) entered & sang a tear for the people of black women (buxom & beautiful)
With happy head & cocoa filled breast nippled with molasses, & their legs sensual & long beneath short bright dresses & of black men greasy from the sun-soaked fields sitting in the shade, their guitars, the willow & the squatting sun weeping authentic blues.

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