randomness: before the new year shows up
In a perfect world…
- I’d live in a brownstone (big enough to throw fabulous dinner parties) summer and fall and in a farmhouse (with a wrap-around porch and a horse named Otis) for winter and spring.
- No little children would go missing.
- Poems would edit themselves.
- I’d always let the love overpower the fear.
- There’d be no shitty music.
- I’d have a place for all the artists. A place they can come to dream, work, challenge each other, & rest. There’d be plenty of good food and wine. We’d paint the walls funky colors, plant fruit trees in the yard, and pass books between each other like communion. And we’d walk or fly across the world just to see what everything looks like up close.
- Grandmothers would live forever.
- I wouldn’t need money because we’d barter for everything.
- Perfectly shaped eyebrows would stay perfect. Forever.
Reading….
I’m coming out of my body. This is really odd. Parts of me, my feelings are streaming out of my hands and my thighs. I sense when I am walking that my thoughts are dripping down my calves from behind my knees. I am leaving puddles of myself underneath me and I can’t pick myself back up, put myself back together.
-Ntozake Shange (Liliane)
best you can get in this life is happy-sad. but you always gotta remember your own mama that birthed you. even though you only got a crumb of her story, you still got to say her name out loud. you always honor your dead, else you get trouble from them.
Anita Diamant (The Last Days of Dogtown)
I have questions…
- Diddy’s son got a full scholarship, right? As in…he doesn’t have to pay? As in…Diddy, whose net worth is like $50mil doesn’t have to foot the bill? Isn’t there a rule against this? Yay football!
- Why is Tyler Perry dead set on starring in his films? Has anyone told him he can’t act? You have his cell, so I can tell him? Is this a practice makes perfect type thing?
- Will I really be in Miami in three weeks working with Willie Perdomo? How can I love this poetry work even more? How can I pour more of myself and more of you and more of this concrete sky dirt and shouting into it? Can you show me what’s next?
- Where is the place? Where is my full and warm circle of family?
- Do you forgive me? Do you love me?
- If you can ride that bass, kiss that horn, or sing them love lines in my ear, you can get it and keep it cuz this poet needs that good deep down soul music to get through the night. Cool?
Notes
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missturman said:
That world is perfect. When we going?
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fearlesslyraw said:
i wanna live in this perfect world. taking applications?
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