Rapper Lil’ Wayne Doesn’t Read
In an interview with XXL Mag, LIL WAYNE:SPACE ODDITY 2001, the up-and-coming American rap star claims that he doesn’t read books because of his innate intelligence:
What are you reading right now to help you…
I don’t read a damn thing. That’s why I don’t write music. I’m too cool to be reading and writing…I’m a very intelligent nigga. I can read like a motherfucka. I don’t want motherfuckas to think I’m illiterate.
You’re in college so…
I don’t read, other than that shit.
But we talking about books for leisure.
Nah, I’ve done that like once or twice. It’s just not my thing. I’m not into made-up stories.
You know how people get together and they like, “Yo, you read… ?”
I’m not even in that conversation circle. That would be crazy, I can’t answer nothing so why would I sit there and talk? I ain’t read no books. I sit and watch ESPN all day. I can tell you what happened in sports. I do what floats my boat. If you trying to figure out where I get this talk, that’s me. I’m born with that. I don’t have no brothers, no sisters. My brother is 6-years-old. My dad ain’t never had one of those. And the one I called pops, he passed. My momma, she do her cooking thing. I’m an intelligent nigga,. I just refuse to be dumb.
It looks like Little Wayne has about as much social responsibility as brains. Unlike the other celebrity heroes who promote positive, intellectual lifestyles, the only thing Lil’ Wayne is good for is convincing America’s children a life of drugs, violence, misogyny, and illiteracy is the best way to live.
Harrison Ford “Read” Books Poster
I love this old Harrison Ford poster encouraging you to “Read” books:
Harrison Ford for America’s Libraries
I wish more celebrities these days were putting out this kind of positive message.
Bulwer-Lytton Contest 2008 Results
The results of the 2008 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest are in, and they are spectacular! The grand prize went to Garrison Spik of Washington, D.C. for this bit of prose:
Theirs was a New York love, a checkered taxi ride burning rubber, and like the city their passion was open 24/7, steam rising from their bodies like slick streets exhaling warm, moist, white breath through manhole covers stamped “Forged by DeLaney Bros., Piscataway, N.J.”
Other beauties include Shannon Wedge of New Hampshire who won in the Adventure category:
Leopold looked up at the arrow piercing the skin of the dirigible with a sort of wondrous dismay — the wheezy shriek was just the sort of sound he always imagined a baby moose being beaten with a pair of accordions might make.
As well as Graham Thomas of St Albans, Hertfordshire, U.K. who ran up the Purple Prose:
The complementary crepuscularities of earth and sky shrank away from one another as the roseate effulgence of a new dawn burst forth, not unlike a reclining pneumatic beauty’s black silk stocking splitting apart at the seam to reveal the glowing radiance of an angrily sun-burned leg.
