ivy cooper has posted a review of my exhibition in the st. louis beacon.

find it here:

http://www.stlbeacon.org/visual_arts/review_longyear_s_show_is_best_of_year_-_so_far

It's hard to enjoy illusions once you've seen the truth.

the slouis post dispatch ran a profile on me today. find it here:

http://www.stltoday.com/stltoday/entertainment/stories.nsf/visualarts/story/03A76C1056FD417A862575E2000CBA09?OpenDocument

Was a gurl once...

SHE had worlds at her finger tips...

SHE had hair spun like gold...

SHE found secrets in rising canal flows, small tidy drinks, and clothes-lines hung with strange fruits.

HER name echoed when shouted over tides bound by specific gravity - missisippi or otherwise - spoken on by moons and subverted cultures for days...

Missiondesi strategic... - SHE bump atomic crunk... GURL has current like rivers... eroding boundaries - FOREVER...

SHE walked cobblestone... and built a reality based on pinstripped gondoliers and PIGEONS that had the ability to float heartstrings on chorus... like mad... be MAD... drive ME mad...

SHE...

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Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage.

One God to show me how to do things his son did.

This hood politics acknowledge it.

Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us.

Police watch us roll up and try knockin us.

Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken.

This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it.

'til everybody come home.

Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon.

Sip from the star, sun and the moon.

In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers.

Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors.

Yo, all I need is one mic..

All I need is one mic.. 

That's all I need..

All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen.

One prayer - tell God forgive for one sin..

Matter fact maybe more than one, look back..