Sugar Milk

A NSFW Blog:

Writer. Researcher. Observer. Aspiring minimalist. Photographer. Music collector. Social Drinker. Sex enthusiast. Urban. Queer. Accepting. Public Transportation.
Spring and Autumn Memoir

I’ll probably fuck til the day I die. If I can fuck, paint, write, while watching a Prince video — I’ll go out like that.

—La

I’m no god. I’m no work of art. I’m nothing so paramount that I’d move you to tears….

however,

I’ve been told that my tumblr is quite similar the work of Andy Goldsworthy. The thoughts that I pour out and the way that I weave words; the poetry and the photography. The raw imagery. The mistakes and the spelling errors and the imperfections of my recipes; the lists and the numbers and the minute obsessions. they inspire, if no one else, myself into becoming greater. More advanced. More powerful. 

I’m using periods wrong; also semicolons. 

The videos and the quotes. The darkness and the bright spots too. You’ve all been invited into this mass universe that I’ve created. And I’ve speckled each of you as planets all around my galaxies and nebulas so that you could make up a part of my personal community. I don’t think I ever received a birthday candle from tumblr the three years this blog existed…..

the URL must be synonymous to Jehovah’s Witnesses. yeah. Jehovah’s Witnesses are sweet as milk. a painful sugary drink. mmm gritty. I often think of reaching back and capturing, the compositions to read to my nieces and nephews as bedtime stories once they become school age. Or even to the unborn. So they’ll know what magic sounds like.

But that’s a bit pompous of me isn’t it? Quite.
(insert monocle adjustment here)

well anyway…. eventually the sunrises upon frozen sculptures. And love letters that are written in the sand become forgotten grains under the footsteps of the moon. after while the fragile limbs of my artistry snap, break, and are transcended by seasonal winds….

again I’m no god.
but i’m pretty sure my existence is pretty omnipotent. 

if you’ve been audience enough.

Quillium C. Wordsmith

Antonio Long for the Life Project
©2013 Marsalis Images Photography

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Antonio Long Music forthcoming mixtape.
haven’t edited the camera shots yet so this is what was done with my phone.
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Antonio Long Music forthcoming mixtape.

haven’t edited the camera shots yet so this is what was done with my phone.

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Storytellers: SPECIAL One-Time Show
Friday, April 19, 2013 8-10p
$10 admission
Featuring Andrew Carpenter of Apollo Live & Kriss Mincey of American Idol

There’s this incredible open mic family in Baltimore that I’m apart of and in 10 days we’re bringing the show back for one time only. If you’re not familiar with “Storytellers” and the awesomeness that it is - taste a lil bit of what we have here….

Andrew Carpenter has this meekness about him. His humility literally illuminates an entire room and the fact that I can call him friend is a blessing within itself. This is one of his performances at Storytellers singing a cover of “Beautiful Surprise” by India Arie.

I hope to see you there…

Storytellers
Eubie Blake Jazz Center
847 N. Howard Street
Baltimore, MD 21201

Storytellers: SPECIAL One-Time Show
Friday, April 19, 2013 8-10p
$10 admission
Featuring Andrew Carpenter of Apollo Live & Kriss Mincey of American Idol

There’s this incredible open mic family in Baltimore that I’m apart of and in 10 days we’re bringing the show back for one time only. If you’re not familiar with “Storytellers” and the awesomeness that it is - taste a lil bit of what we have here….

This was a performance done by Grammy-nominated artist, Carolyn Malachi during my farewell show. She sang her single “Orion” off of her album, “Lions, Fires, and Squares”. I had the pleasure of doing the photography for the album cover and without realizing - this had my work published all over mainstream media. Excellent publicity.

Come see more greatness…
I hope you’re able to make it…

Storytellers
Eubie Blake Jazz Center
847 N. Howard Street
Baltimore, MD 21201

We are taught to be ashamed of confusion, anger, fear and sadness, and to me they are of equal value as happiness, excitement and inspiration

—Alanis Morissette

Oh nothing - just throwing back my weekdays…

Artist: Jeremih
Song: Go to The Mo
Album: Late Nights with Jeremih (Mixtape) 

This dude has been giving me life all week.If I wore panties, I’d take them off in his name.
But I don’t wear panties.

This dude has been giving me life all week.
If I wore panties, I’d take them off in his name.

But I don’t wear panties.

Until the Quiet Comes: My Interpretation

… death is definitely a part of the video

I agree that it is a lot to mull over and I haven’t even began to touch the surface of the interpretation yet. I can only focus on the 1:57 mark and it’s progression from there. It’s almost like a mourning. A resurrection and a mourning. A resurrection of more than just a being. A community, culture, lifestyle, story. The way it reaches out and touch and impact an entire community. This is what I meant earlier by what I said regarding my soapbox rant, Lupe, and this video.

Hip Hop, authenticity, purposeful lyricism and musicianship…are things that seem to lack in these particular genres. He wears a shirt that says J.Dilla Saved My Life. He has it on as he’s passing shorty some Cheetos. Simple subtleties “that I haven’t quite figured out yet”.

The music impacted “him” and “he”, representing this culture and society of musical genre, is the last of a dying breed. Just like lupe sat on that sofa weeping over ghosts, as are the members of these communities standing against the wall - Frozen. Mourning. But it’s the music. The pulse. The music which resurrects him.

And when he rises up, it’s his flamboyant dancing, outstretched and limber in form, putting his wounds on display, proudly. Almost as if to say, I died for this moment. I lived and I died…or “gave up the ghost” so to speak. But it’s like Flylo’s music or music  in general is what keeps this representation alive. Like…. when he moves past the witnesses, are they staring at the fact that he’s dead. Or are they looking away, in shame because they were the cause of it? and he’s manifested into something even more multi-dimensional than before?

This being. This music. This element, culture, lifestyle.

And yes, it is very much a thing of black boys. I can see that. The irony of youth in gangs, killing each other off to be promoted in hierarchy….not so much a survival of the fittest as much as it is mental or metaphorical suicide. bah.

To me, the water is the heaven. I think the more music evolves, the deeper it goes beneath the surface….

The album that started it all…
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The album that started it all…

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LOVE the Poet"Gemini Moon" Release Party
Marsalis Images Photography 

LOVE the Poet
"Gemini Moon" Release Party

Marsalis Images Photography 

"Waiting for Avery"
J. Pope Maternity Shoot

Marsalis Images Photography 2012

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N. Pope2009 ETM Staff ShootMarsalis Images Photography  

N. Pope
2009 ETM Staff Shoot
Marsalis Images Photography