True Ease in Writing comes from Art, not Chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. - Alexander Pope

Dream

This Dream

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

-Martin Luther King, Jr.

Jul 03, 2011

On Dreams That Wait

She is a dreaming realist and she believes when she must...when she has to fill a void that threatens to swallow her...when life is better felt than seen. She collects them...bags...of which she owns close to thirty...shoes...of which she owns a round eighty...outfits...which she has managed not to count...panties...yes panties...all shapes and colors...tangas, thongs, g-strings and more...all new...untouched...never worn...Lying somewhere in a closet...waiting...hopefully...waiting...for a dream...a beautiful dream...but still...a dream.

She is a dreaming realist and she keeps her distance...when she has to find herself within the void...when life is not what it seems. She pushes them away...men...of all shapes and sizes...of all accents and dialects...she does not refuse to smile...she talks...shares a laugh and a joke...but that’s as far as it goes...they are either too dumb...or too forceful...or too “unambitious”...or too violent...

May 28, 2010

Returning Home Part 1

In the beginning there was your country, and you knew nothing else. When was the first time you began to develop a sense of the World, as a place, and World events as a time, in which your country was located? Perhaps it was from the TV, bringing in news of the industrious Chinese, the technological Americans, the warring Ethiopians, the starving Somalians (everything at this age painted with the brush of broad stereotypes - this was all you needed to know). Or perhaps it was from your parents and the other adults in your life, when they spoke about their travels to lands where it is always cold, and people so rich everyone has a car, and holy lands where prophets and great marabouts had been discovered in days of old.

Yet despite all this your spatial apparatus, that part of your brain which situates you in the World and all in relation to you, was filled with the sense of your country as all there was, and all that there needed to be.