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a poem by Terrance Hayes. We should make a documentary about spades, and here is all will need a car deck, quartets of some people of the sort found in black college dormitories, some vintage music, indiscriminate spirits, fried chicken, some paper, a writing utensil and the bottomless. Saturday we should explore the origins of the derogatory word like Spade, as well as the word fulfilling alone in polite company and also the implications of calling someone who is not your brother, sister, brother or sister. So little is known of our paths. We can imagine damn near anything when I say Maybe slaves held spade tournaments on the anti cruise ships bound for the colonies, you say, When our ancestors were cooped on those ships, they were not. Yet slaves are groundbreaking films should begin with a lowly been Deep in the South, in a deep fried voice of somebody's grandmother holding smoking a mouth. As she says, The two of diamonds trumps the two off spades in my house, and at some point someone should tell the story Where Jesus and the Devil of Spade's partner's traveling the juke joints of the thirties. We can interview my uncle junior and definitely your skinny cousin Mary and any black man sitting at a card table wearing shades. Who do you suppose would win if Booker T. And MLK were matched against Wa and Malcolm X in a game of Spain's You say, Don't talk across the table, Pay attention to the suits. Being playing the object of the game is to communicate invisibly with your teammates. I should concentrate. Do you suppose we're here because we are lonely and somewhat cute to sport five way. This should be explored in our film about Spain's, because it is one of the ways I am still learning what it is to be black. Tonight I am ready to master spades, four players but a number of book. Each team adds the bids of the two partners, and the total is the number of books that team was trying to win. Is that not right? This is a game to test the boundary between mathematics and magic. If you ask me, a bid must be intuitive, like the iciness of your upper lip before you sip Strange whiskey. My mother didn't drink, which is how I knew something was wrong with her but she held they dry, spotted the table when couples came to play. It's a scene from my history, but this probably shouldn't be mentioned. Our documentary about Spain's re MiG is akin to the word for the shame you feel watching someone else's humiliation. Slapping a car down must be is dramatic has hitting the face of a drum with your palm, not hitting the face of a drum with the drumstick. You say there may be sort of outrage induced by liquor trash talking, poor strategy, but it'll fade the same way. A watermark left on the table by a cold glass feigns. I suspect winning this sort of game makes you feel godly. I'm good and I'm ready for whoever we're playing against tonight. I am trying toe. Imagine our enemy. I know you're not my enemy. You say they're no enemies in spades. Spades is a game, or enemies do not play