Nothing To Declare (Hyperdub)
“Spit this shit better than Shakespeare”
Who was the first rapper in history? Was it Homer with their tales of war and gods and love and death? Or way before, did the people who painted stuff on their caves also paint words with their cave voices? Ursula K. Le Guin wrote a short essay called Telling is Listening where she states:
“Words are events, they do things, change things. They transform both speaker and hearer; they feed energy back and forth and amplify it. They feed understanding or emotion back and forth and amplify it.”
Moor Mother is a vehicle of words, not only a poet, as a poet has faith in paper and the carnality of the written words, while choosing to be their own carrier, as she does, brings her practices closer to a mythological lineage of aoidos, the beat poets of ancient realms. 700 Bliss is a dialogue between Moor Mother and DJ Haram, sometimes intended as a joke, but it’s more of a lever that brings up a truth of words and sounds flowing like an undisciplined river whose chaos has a material order that bridges from hip hop to political statements to polyrhythms, in a declaration of nothingness that contains a whole new universe.