Thread by @rckylrnts

I just think it’s funny how everyone & they momma is a writer, yet y’all all fell asleep in an English class. 🥴

If someone sends you a text with more than 50 words, you get nervous. If someone types as much online, your go-to reply is “I ain’t reading all that 😂” & you’re not even slightly embarrassed to admit it. 🧐

Every book you ever read in any body’s class was simply there to oppress you, ain’t a thing it could teach you. But that article you wrote about the hidden context of twelve bars of mumble rap? Why, everyone needs to read this—and read it forever.

You’re impressed by a rapper announcing all such and such does is for “clout,” but if anyone online uses a word more than three syllables you feel condescended to. And, meanwhile, we preach about the dire necessity of an “intersectional” framework.

I leave Twitter to visit people’s websites where it links to their “work,”and am returned right back to Twitter or, worse, IG. Is this not supposed to be a comedy?

Let’s talk about vis. artists who “incorporate writing into their practice” b/c of an old typewriter bought from Goodwill. Now they write artist statements quoting Derrida w/ comma splices & where nothing they claim to be doing in the art is actually visible in the art. Curious!

Let’s talk about the journalists/critics who spent all weekend thinking about Chuckie Cheese & racism, but never got around to googling the same topic, supposedly, to find out ten other articles exist on the topic. Still, it was the hardest thing they wrote that year. 🤔

Whole PhDs, who insist on you calling them by their title, still walk up to me amazed that I can “hear meter.” They studied literature for ten years only to be able to speak, competently, about one book or one author or Phillip Roth.

Everyone is in on the joke, at least know it’s ridiculous, how some folks just can’t dance, or find the beat, keep rhythm. But then that same joke is lost on them when it’s words spoken out the mouth. Make it make sense.

“Bloody, lonely, submerge, lackluster, swagger, eyeball”: all literal words accredited to Shakespeare’s invention, yet y’all can’t stand him. 😂 Eyeball!

I don’t address this to folks w/ legit. reading/language disabilities, but to those who dob’t have such, who know you don’t, but just didn’t take interest in the very language you speak everyday all day. But today, cuz of a tweet, you’re an author. Where’s your ISBN number, Jane?

Lawd, this spirit came on my heart today! Lol. Y’all funny-funny. And right now someone somewhere’s done already swiped one of these tweets, desperate to go viral. Be sure you tip the writer via cashapp when you see it. Lol. Funny! 👋🏽💋