with Nakel Smith and Slim video
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43322/boy-breaking-glass
Boy Breaking glass
by Gwendolyn Brooks
Whose broken window is a cry of art
(success, that winks aware as elegance, as a treasonable faith,)
is raw: is sonic: is old-eyed première.
Our beautiful flaw and terrible ornament.
Our barbarous and metal little man.
“I shall create! If not a note, a hole.
If not an overture, a desecration.”
Full of pepper and light
and Salt and night and cargoes.
“Don’t go down the plank
if you see there’s no extension.
Each to his grief, each to
his loneliness and fidgety revenge.
Nobody knew where I was and now I am no longer there.”