Monday, September 26, 2016

noos [2015]

because this piece, choreography+execution all2both, too amazing to not have at my fingertips from this moment.

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Friday, September 23, 2016

when it doh fit, doh force it...

should be wukkin but words eh coming and tabs need closing, sooo...attempting this other productivity...
lemme start with the most upsetting. because i need to archive this so i can find it when i need to remember. or remind somebody. women endangered out here and men will blame everything but themselves...
then this, because reading it make me feel somewhat better 'bout life as part of another endangered group; i hope becky becomes a slur.
still dealing in reality but less depressing, local history for my research+writing, woodbrook (plus the rest of that best of trinidad site to investigate and maybe sidebar) and the mystery of the galfa graves.
and in unreality, theatre practitioners' joy, hilarious rehearsal notes re:chair...and [semi?]reality, hadda be the best costume shop evahhh in a place i'd never go for no other reason except for the treasure of unclaimed luggage sent there (alabama, though, seriously?) and, with a bang, my kinna madness, potential reality [written by sean crouch, directed by devon avery] one-minute time machine

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Friday, September 02, 2016

birthday: best time for existential panic, no?

but 1st: anonymous commenter on my previous post, wham dread? you must know me because the tiny handful who bother coming here do so because they do, plus, you nail my musical tastes; i love the track and wanna know who to thank and you not 1 of the 2 i assumed you'd be, so...big question mark!? talk to the i, nah...
that said, is apparently my birthday. seems the appropriate moment to try+archive the ongoing noise in my head that is my aforementioned constant state of existential terror, no? i say so. so here we go...
txt 1st: evolutionary argument against reality...then someting tha'd usually drive me bananas: videos, then closing with more reading...but this is the order that make sense. and small disclaimer: 1st 2 (very short) videos are technically covered in the following trilogy, but use examples not in the others that i wanted to archive, too; worth watching all, in order, none that long...





not quite the same, but for me, related concepts, identity+communication:

and finally, also related (for me, anyway): what cringing at your own voice says about you; not that i didn' already know the biology, but because this read brings self-awareness to the equation with identity+communication, plus, relief...i can kinna let go of my years of voiceover anxiety...kinna...
so. is my bday. now i going and wine low...
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Anonymous Anonymous said...

i offer this instead: https://socialfeed.info/perfectly-fused-bharatanatyam-popping-by-poonam-and-priyanka-4060301
and a very happy belated born day.

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Blogger sweet trini said...

actually saw this the other day, but thank you, and for the bday wishes, too...and since i sure you know me, you must also know this does nothing for the anonymity issue...hmmmph...mwah. walk good.

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Friday, August 26, 2016

plus a nex' post sooncome...

hear nah. the tabs ridiculous. just ridiculous. i have no excuse. so i not even going+play; in whaever order:
patricia smith's the 5 stages of drowning, because i keep going back to reread, still, again+again...
because in some ways, i really am a big nerd, the kind who wanna know other languages not for the ability to communicate with more people, but because i wanna read things in the language they're written and be my own "translator", and now, because i know 'bout this translation joust business and i wanna play!
another someting i simply enjoyed reading more than once, cleverly written throwback to my d.c. days, alexandra petri's the state of metro is a gothic nightmare.
story of the late, great ras shorty i, who i love as family as much as for his musical contribution...up there with tanker...
and some more oldschool trini, with angelo bissessarsingh's guide to rumshop-spotting.
dread. watch daft punk's aerodynamic played using just code!
and the boundless beauty of pi features some lovely visuals but best is that the piece includes linkage to the original pi day art maker's work, a sweet 1stop in a 1stop post...
because it useful as fuck, including video, courtesy the smithsonian, the difference between england, britain and the u.k.
because i need to be able to listen to charanjt singh's raga bhairav anytime, all the time...

and death's politicians in my eyes

and gorgeousness from san francisco ballet in forsythe project: 2016 pas parts excerpts, to end

Forsythe Project: 2016 Pas Parts Excerpts (San Francisco Ballet) from The Music Center on Vimeo.
ah lie! look a lagniappe, because the sweet ease of the [jerijah west]choreo+performance is real vibes...
https://igcdn-videos-e-0-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xat1/t50.2886-16/13894610_1762858120660560_67153053_n.mp4
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Anonymous Anonymous said...

check this: https://youtu.be/Gyh64A_lXhM
you need to know her.

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Blogger sweet trini said...

anon, the track wicked (love the riddim) nd you clearly know me but i wanna know who to thank...tell me someting, nah...walk good.

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Monday, April 25, 2016

the plasticene age

not so much here, but i swear, i writing feverishly elsewhere; cyah remember if i say here, but i complete diablesse diaries 1st draft, revising already, excited still...which feels good in+of itself, to still be excited in this stage...
wha' really bring me here was thinking about this anthropocene epoch we might be already in (i inclined to think we are) that i think i wanna reference as the plasticene for script purposes, but now that i here i eh sure that i need to say anyting about it just yet, except for the delivered link...
so as i here i might as well archive some local hiphop, a mix my pardner jillionaire drop on sway in the morning show with some tracks i quite like, especially now discovering rock city; i'd buy a rock city album...
but them 2links archived, i actually kinna just wanna get back to diablesse diaries, so, ahm...i gone dey, yes...
more+better posting sooncome...and at least i making sure i doh go completely silent meanwhile; sign of my commitment...
make/art/wuk
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Sunday, March 27, 2016

random everywhere but inside my head...

gathering threads while others think they stringing me along; i know wha' i for, wha' i know to be true...so now i eliminate them who would be dangerous forces, revising diablesse diaries and getting back to some paying wuk while physio takes care of this ankle injury keeping me from dancing too damn many weeks now, lemme also get back to this space, 1st by clearing space, as always (with a brain full+noisy like mine it always necessary to cut+clear)...links to put down, thoughts to percolate; these 1st just because they delighted...[and hopefully i eh misquoting or misaccrediting; i admit to using the interwebs to pull some]
.what the french call a really bad thursday? trajeudi.
.motorcycle gang of ancient bisexual norse monarchs= the bikings.
.snobbish criminal going down stairs= condescending con descending.
.bought a friend an elephant for their room so when they said thanks i could say, don't mention it...
.when corals get stressed, they die. what does coral get stressed about? current events.
.why are blonde jokes so short? so men can remember them. this took an unexpected turn. not if you just asked for directions...

"the ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't" douglas adams
"the night sky hangs overhead like a sadist's boot, stretching out the moment of terror before it falls" glen cook
"above, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe" stephen king
"if you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you" oscar wilde
"and meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit" martin amis
"(read it as a warm, wet kiss but think of it as a play)" claes oldenburg
"i took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart; i am, i am, i am." sylvia plath
now this, because is a collection of gorgeous+striking but also because i do+will interpret shakespeare again...graphic designers take on shakespeare's show posters...
and because i cannot live by images alone, free junot diaz stories online!
and reminder of the creative impulse and carnival mandate to make+claim a space i inherit, as a person of this place...
useful tools; intending to link smallpdf permanently on sidebar, too.
more useful ting (and highly interesting, even if you have no apparent uses awaiting)- investigation of how people feel about+interact with lies+lying, what they find morally/socially acceptable+why...
and speaking of lying, mfa vs cia feels so much like what i imagine my experience in similar circumstances might be like (were i willing to give up green to access said experience) plus articulates some writery tings i been percolating...
and, this: this piece so i went home with a lesbian last night is how i feel about life, clearly put; dude is my new hero.
bonus! google doodles archive! maybe sidebar that, too...oooh! and in honour of such fun, i may never use emoji beyond "live long+prosper" but these vagina emoji too perfect...
more writing, less archiving, sooncome; as of now, outstanding archiving done.
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Thursday, February 04, 2016

alla-we is 1 [later edited]

thought i woulda post about 3canal carnival2016's blkjab nation (or at least the experience of performing nightly in just charcoal and x's taped over my nipples...oh, plus the charcoaled ankle-bandage to support the fibres i tore in my ligament las' monday's run, that i shouldn' be walking, far less performing, on) but as per usual, being in it mean i eh stopping to write 'bout it.
i is a vengeful jab
a come-down+mash-up-the-town jab
a strike-down-all-inequity jab
smiter-of-all-ignorance jab
i is a vengeful jab
come-down+take-over-town jab
restoring-rights-to-the-wronged jab
blk jab-bless all jab...
that is all.
but this, i had to make sure+post before i lose linkage, this song+video trilogy by ghanaian blitz the ambassador, in reverse order 'cause i like it so; running, shine, juju girl:



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Thursday, November 12, 2015

recovery process?

maybe my inner archivist will be how i get [sh]it done, because i didn' think this w/could happen and as fast as it is, i seeing how this urge advancing and will continue to push diablesse diaries [sooncome, my biglove]...
anyway, as ever, no ado nor order; lemme start with someting benefitting alla-we: freerice donates food everytime you answer correctly and seem to have science+humanities as well as the default vocabulary questions.
when thinking font, losttype@sidebar; bonus is this story about a local signpainter i wondering about for years, wondering if anybody else find he should be credited with designing a locally ubiquitous font, thrilled to see this happening...
while on resources, taino names for caribbean islands.
and a different kinna resource entirely, temporary (10minute), self-destructing email addresses!
different kinna destruction, no matter how many times i read[glasnost/anon] it...
different kinna amazing use of words/imagery in this graphic novel dissertation on the relationship between words+pictures and ways we construct knowledge.
musical research on we ting now, the roots of rapso; soundin' like weself...
and research/roots of [my]self: research tools+methods so you don't outsource your thinking, reminder that storytelling is everything! and because i live in constant existential terror, what makes you you? you are not your brain or your body...and because the existential-actual-crisis part of me is the writer who struggles with story and sometimes need reminding, this collection of txt remind me of editing the storyfountain but in the bes' way, because this stuff works better [inside joke; told you, is for me]:
1. When she tried to sing, it sounded like a walrus giving birth to farm equipment.
2. Her eyes twinkled, like the moustache of a man with a cold.
3. She was like a magnet: Attractive from the back, repulsive from the front.
4. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
5. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room temperature Canadian beef.
6. She had him like a toenail stuck in a shag carpet.
7. The lamp just sat there, like an inanimate object.
8. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
9. Her eyes were like the stars, not because they twinkle, but because they were so far apart.
10. His career was blowing up like a man with a broken metal detector walking through an active minefield.
11. The sun was below the watery horizon, like a diabetic grandma easing into a warm salt bath.
12. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes at a 7:00 p.m. Instead of 7:30.
13. It was as easy as taking candy from a diabetic man who no longer wishes to eat candy.
14. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes before it throws up.
15. Their love burned with the fiery intensity of a urinary tract infection.
16. It's basically an illusion and no different than if I were to imagine something else, like Batman riding a flying toaster.
17. If it was any colder, it would be like being in a place that's a little colder than it is here.
18. Joy fills her heart like a silent but deadly fart fills a room with no windows.
19. The bird flew gracefully into the air like a man stepping on a landmine in zero gravity.
20. He felt confused. As confused as a homeless man on house arrest.
21. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.

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Blogger Jake MacMillan said...

#1 and #2 are my favorites. Another one of my faves is "She gave me a look I could feel in my wallet." Chandler, I think.

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Monday, November 02, 2015

shift

loss changes you. and sometimes loss that seem minor from the outside is heartbreak.
i suddenly realise since i lose that huge collection of ting-to-archive i stop blogging. writing still, yes but not blogging, because i slightly scared to reach where i was before and lose big again; was done feeling like enough loss had come my way for a few years well...
invisible loss brings existential crisis; i read, i read writers, read writers reviewing writers, read, and write...and wish i felt like i think like them, write like them, like the "real writers"...i can truthfully say i am a dancer but is that only because of specific circumstances allowing for somebody who doh have all the things to be a dancer, to get away with doing so? because as much as i am idealist, i am realist, and i have long known i doh have all the things...
loss, this rounds, no matter what, must propel. forward progress. build on foundation i know strong: make/art/wuk. is all.
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Wednesday, September 09, 2015

fokn bois present "coz ov moni"

allyuh know i always maintain i not of musicals because that spontaneous synchronised song+dance stretch my willing suspension of disbelief too much, but this one hadda add to my shortlist (alongside hedwig, orfeu negro, and some sondheim, about as far as i go); 2ghanaian rappers (M3NSA + wanlov the kubolor) in wha' they say is the 1st pidgin musical (plenty of which sound/feel plenty like trini...):

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Monday, September 07, 2015

...and we go set yuh free

been awhile because i gong through it, again, but this is always me way, ent...but couldn' let this day go unmarked...
went+vote like i was going in the bank (or any other line-up i this damn place): carrying book+water+sweater for the wait-in-line; only to become the gyul holding up production with too much shit in she damn hand while they (in spite of me) move me quickly+effortlessly from station to station to verify my non-i.d.-having-arse and lemme vote+ride in 6minutes flat, including the time it take for 1lady to ask if i's a baddest when she watch my passport photo and me give her the story about being vex because the jackass man refusing to take my picture, talking 'bout, the beads in my hair[!] would apparently affect facial recognition [nevermind that the soon-to-expire passport i turned in to initiate process and several before it clearly acquired/renewed with said beads in place]...them so efficient today i end up telling the lady i feeling slight letdown by how unmomentous the moment was, oui...[to which my mother would steups+say, "look how yuh cyah please black people, eh..."]
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Thursday, August 13, 2015

njoy now before even more gone...

recent times, i learning plenty. wasn' looking for alla this, least not right now when i have so much work i want to make and for a change, have the resources i want to make it, but so it go, so it come, life happens, loss happens, life keep on happening, ent...not loving that all recent losses coming large+unexpected, human+emotional+otherwise, but tha's the learning coming, ent? and i cyah say the losses eh (thankfully) punctuated by my being my kinna productive plus able to treat myself to said resources plus some fun, including an njoy11, at looong last (pun so very deeply intended, as was this double entendre...teehee) so i'ma go with: cyah complain; engaging lessons learned 1time.
1major loss was information. while resource-poor (machine issues felt neverending for longer than i care to remember) i was saving links+ideas i wanted to investigate+explore further when capabilities permitted in a draft post; by the time this machine reach this year it had already been at least 2 so i been working through the years+ collection simplest 1st, just to get ting basic-archived asap. until the other day i accidentally lose the entire ting.
so right now i eh saving-for-later again; tabs hadda close so look ting, with nobody to study, no particular order, rhyme, reason, or apologies for whaever anybody else might think un/worthy:
because i need to read later, the pnm draft policy statement plus the word manifesto to make sure locating it easy...
kei miller on plagiarism in poetry; looting in laventille; carelessness in the caribbean.
excellently useful writing advice from chuck palahniuk, plus 2more links to batches of his essays on craft!
also been thinking 'bout how the way people[+netflix] watch[+thus make] tv changing with the advent of binge-watching, and how storytelling evolving, and/or need to...
this i link in spite of not being impressed with the article, because i just want access to the sharpest and most diamond-crustedly-expensive [+beautiful?] knife in the world...
and wrap with a buncha [music, yay!]links i manage to re[dis]cover post-loss, all of which come with warning that the reason they eh post previously is, i prefer to go through each in entirety to see if it worth posting 1st and these need time i eh have yet, but i refuse to risk losing them before i can check for value and/or other possible coolness; so from the vault of wha' the macomere gimme, it have oldschool trinbago funk+disco plus some random not-soca, vice's oral history of dubstep and a herbie hancock tribute mix...someting in there bound to tickle the senses, ent...
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Wednesday, August 12, 2015

fff#66

finally. and in spite of taking forever to start, i thoroughly enjoy writing this flash fiction friday #66; trigger: …last two [people] [pronoun] ever expect…

the 1st time stush jump in the old sunny with me she get shake. i could see it had never occur to her. but then, why would it? and since nobody know us before bois+biggie buss on the scene, nobody know the true connection, she woulda only hear my name+rank, and wha’ everybody else know, fresh legend: bois+biggie tight like evostick from 1st time anybody make we out on the block; we come out cool, come up deadly, take we territory the oldfashion way, and if anybody was surprised to find he the brains and me the brawn, them soon find that division of labour play surprisingly successfully to my strengths. and after the way i eh hesitate to handle markie with my 3line the day he try to oppose my bois up covigne road…
that wasn’ the [only?] las’ time I shake stush neither. me eh know where/when/how bois find she but she come in when it was real pace and we had to be too many places same time to always roll together like we was accustom. so he fucking it a few weeks well and i know all about it but never see the gyal in person yet, when he ask me to pick she up westmoorings and bring she down by we so he could handle a scene meanwhile and not lose out on the bull later. when she open the car door asking, “biggie?”, and see me, to her credit, she was savvy enough to not visibly jump; bois done say biggie’s he right+lefthand both and always go with biggie, and i answering to that name and driving this vehicle; she know to trust.
and then i, personally, make it my business to earn her trust from that moment on.
nobody had reason to suspect me making nice; everybody know bois is my eyeball and if he on she, then i for that. plus, i sure them fools figure i was glad to have another female around sometimes…nobody never know me+bois’ true true connection…
nobody knowing we’s brother+sister mean they cyah guess the true depth of our commitment. and nobody knowing we grow up so, but not actual blood siblings mean they cyah fathom how i really feel ‘bout that gyal. or how i feel when i realise my bois fucking the ganja farmer daughter when he go tortuga every month. and why i decide to sellout my brother, my heart.
when bois tell me ‘bout stush, wasn’ no pretense. we know from jump what between us stay in we bedroom alone and in public we cast as strictly bredrins so he, especially, hadda bull outside, too; stush, and whoever else, was necessary from time to time. but bois keep the country-bookie secret from me. every month he gone tortuga overnight for business, leaving me, right+lefthand-both, running tings smooth but the rest of fellas only running their mouth ‘bout the pleasures of the farmer teenage daughter, reputedly force-ripe+rosy, and bored with nothing to do in the bush besides get high and scheme how to keep her clueless father convinced of her long-lost virginity until she could find a town badjohn brave enough to snatch she and control of the farm. so when after some months stush get suspicious and ask, woman to woman…i deflect, then deny, hem+haw appropriately, and eventually, reluctantly, spill.
and this the 1time she ever shake me. just for a minute. i tell stush about the country-bookie and how long it going on expecting she to get vex 1time because i know she on some bougie true-love-monogamy shit, but the gyal only look vex for a split second, then get quiet. she stare at the dashboard for the longest few minutes, then turn+watch me straight in my eye and ask, cool cool, you think you could get in touch with her for me? so i eh show no face and just ask why, and stush is to tell me she studying to give bois a 3some for he birthday and figuring maybe bring out the country-bookie for a weekend…
well, i believe that for a hot minute, my bois get through…but then study if he really safe with this gyal…but then with my intents+purposes i could just use she set-up to execute my plan before hers get chance to come off…
i make the arrangement; use stush 3some idea to inveigle contacts for contacts for contacts who could get me the country-bookie without bois knowing and i went+see she meself. wanted to see if she know my name, know bois’ other half. she didn't. talking her into the weekend+3some was suckeye; she was seeking new shenanigans to indulge and wanted to test the father.
i bring them 2gyal to my bois, and before any of the3 could say surprise i step to bois, draw my 3line between them and show him, you see how bitches plot behind your back? is only me watching it for you, babes…
i turn back to stush and the country-bookie and almost down the 3line to reach for my phone because they suddenly, suddenly so beautiful standing there, the las’ 2people you ever expect clinging to each other, discovering impending death brings strangers closer than any 3some ever could…

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Friday, July 31, 2015

flash fiction friday #66

inside the hour, at least; flash fiction friday #66 trigger: …last two [people] [i/she/etc.] ever expect…
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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in+done@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/08/fff66.html
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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

fff#65

my attempt@ flash fiction friday #65; [inclusions]trigger: frustrate, elate, irate, inflate [conjugate to suit]

it does take time; rome eh build in a day and neither can you. and is always more disruption than you expect, requiring more repair than you anticipate; you never know how far you gone until you try to return.
[you] cyah remember wha’ to do with the day or how to be out in the world, wandering, lost, in dark space and empty tracts of time, not knowing which of life’s potholes you drop into and no sense of how to dig your way back out neither, frustrated for letting yourself come to this, confuse how you fall so far and eh notice your descent…you give away too much.
the dark eh wha’ you fall into, is wha’ you face when all that left is pieces of you fluttering weakly in the wake of the vanquisher. the dark is the hole left where before you were independent spirit in warrior mask. the dark is what you will pull the remaining parts of yourself tightly together over and use your remaining breath to inflate with something resembling life so you can at least accomplish wha’ you here for.
[you] cyah let them break you. when things fall apart, gather your torn+frayed edges and begin fresh; no time for the damage trying to climb up out your throat and inflict itself on the world to ease the pain in the place it originate. when you find yourself irate, fastforward through the chaos from feeling loss to feeling lost to finding+rebuilding a self; what feel like it may never come, will, and fighting your way back brings elation you never expect…you never know how far you gone from yourself until you try to return.

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Friday, July 24, 2015

fff#64 +flash fiction friday #65[trigger]

again, late enough that i combining my attempt@fff#64 +trigger#65 in 1post; flash fiction friday #64 trigger: …but it was already too late…

losing data you dig for, search+research for, come like losing piece of yourself.
you in so deep you remember the threads of years of work, want to feel you could reconstruct the file/folder because you know the articles, fora, media…until the weight of urls unrecallable sinks such notions, forcing acceptance of dreams drowning in the inferior recall of your too-human mind…but later, if your life doh depend on it, after the screaming scramble to try+retrieve what neither jesus nor yourself (inexplicably) save, later, if you resist the urge to gut yourself, if you skip social media suicide, later, when the frenzy of what to do fizzle in the sizzle of the latest lacouray, later comes relief…freedom from information.
and nothing ever feel so sweet.
you cyah imagine the almost-unbearable lightness of being, the temporary giddiness, childhood revisited, to be relieved of bits+bytes of baggage in this timeline where all moments in memory carry all others previous+after…but it shortlived, reprieve from responsibility…the system need you, la basse need you, global need you to keep working, keep mining information.
my crash was unprecedented, intrasystem failure of unthinkable scale; the freedom was exhilarating. mindblowing.
i was the eye of a hurricane and when the 1s+0s clear my untethered senses make out that outside la basse exists. must exist. most of us never realise it even have “outside" la basse, but for a hot minute, i was there. nothing connecting me to the system and indirectly to global; free to think, do, feel, whaever i want…and as quick as i grasp the magnitude of it, before i could think to prolong it, i hear the incoming-alert and a new project plug-into my inbox and freedom done gone before i even appreciate knowing it.
if only had know outside exist, as the data disappear i woulda disappear me, too, but la basse does track everything in realtime; by the time my too-human mind catch up to possibility, it was already too late…

and flash fiction friday #65; [inclusions]trigger: frustrate, elate, irate, inflate [conjugate to suit]
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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Friday, July 17, 2015

flash fiction friday #64

my timing bad to worse with good days randomly thrown in jus' to throw you off, yes...late, again, because, life, again; no ado, flash fiction friday #64 trigger: ...but it was already too late...

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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done+posted@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/07/fff64-flash-fiction-friday-65.html alongside new trigger...walk good.

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Thursday, July 16, 2015

fff#63

barely in time but better timing than las' time...my flash fiction friday #63; [inclusions]trigger: fail, hail, rail, bail, sail[bonus]

the bathroom was full of smoke. i crack the window and wonder, again, if i mad. sometimes i’s watch myself do things, knowing full well they terrible, and i terrible, knowing i should stop, and still i do it, watching the trainwreck unfold like a movie insteada the life i supposedly control, like when i watch myself horn brian 9months straight with that red fashion-rasta from work i eh even like just because i was bored and feeling for a different totie, or when i strike the match underneath my grandmother house and watch it ketch first the old barrel full up with clothes that somehow manage to survive multiple handings-down, then engulf my old tricycle and start snaking toward the back step before i run for my brother…
…smoke.
i open the window more and try to ignore the soft thud. las’ thing i need is more confusion; focus on matters at hand like the heat steady burning closer to my fingers, wasting. i pull long+deep and study the nex’ immediate concern, him sailing over the railing, shocked face falling past the staircase, flailing arms striving for flight and failing, landing so much louder and more final than these insistent little bumps distracting from my current calculations…i try to close my mind to the sound, pretend the noise outside more like limes hitting the roof than it is; nutting cyah be more important than how to escape this scene undetected: me eh have bail money nor jail time to spare.
[but] the not-limes falling faster+harder, drowning out memory of who he mighta tell i coming, if i mention to the girls, if they even know we talking again…i cyah think further than to run and know that eh enough to save me if my visit known…my feet carry me back through the house and i want to check for evidence of myself as i retrace steps but cyah seem to make myself stop until i pass him and reach the front door. i throw it open to the soundtrack of my destruction, then feel my face nearly crack with the force of my instinctive grin…
hail?!
just a dream, then…

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Friday, July 10, 2015

fff#62+ flash fiction friday #63[trigger]

i extra-trini [read: late] with my fff#62 and thus posting it alongside this week's fresh fff trigger; my (very short but triggerwords in order; very chuffed!) flash fiction friday #62; [inclusions]trigger: terror, raw, equal/ity, free/dom/ness, dead/th

endless supply of new terrors
fluttering in my ribcage
trapped by intercostals
ricocheting off bones
inside raw+pulsing
connection run deep like secrets
equal parts me+not
greater than the sum
adoring entanglement
screaming for escape
on fire and ready to melt
free of thought
of breath
of life
chasing
sweetest
death


and flash fiction friday #63; [inclusions]trigger: fail, hail, rail, bail [bonus]sail
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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fff#63 done+posted@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/07/fff63.html
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Friday, July 03, 2015

flash fiction friday #62

flash fiction friday #62; [inclusions]trigger: terror, raw, equal/ity, free/dom/ness, dead/th/etc.

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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done+posted [and fff#63 triggered]@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/07/fff62-flash-fiction-friday-63.html
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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

fff#61

trying a ting here, writing for a preexisting character addressing a nex' preexisting character, using fff as the experiment it intended to be; still eh sure the end strong enough but these characters wukkin to deadline too, so, ready or not, here we come; my flash fiction friday #61 [adjust tenses+pronouns to suit]trigger: …everything you [do and/or say] only make it worse…

all them pleading faces, nothing like wha’ you expect when you come out; when you went off, gun cock, you thought yourself a martyr for the cause, martyr for your sins, to be taken down once you get everybody attention focus on the right issue, and your own issues dead+bury with you. but the universe had a nex’ plan. now you here in front the people, people who need somebody to show them the way, people looking to you because they feel them currently jockeying for leadership doh have their interests to study…but you know you was only ever a man of talk; all talk, no action (to the despair of the long-suffering madam) and this time your grand attempt at self-sabotage backfire…or maybe work too damn good for your own damn good…your tongue slip on your conscience and sell out your secrets, one after the next, everything you say only make it worse until you thought you done and could retire to obscurity and not have to actually do wha’ you say the good lord tell you do.
you know i doh care for allyuh religious types; i’s my own religion, am my own obeah. but you was called.
i hear the call, hear your name, see your face behind my eyelids.
you have been called.
you have been called to come out.
we called to come out and stand up, stand up for the people.

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Friday, June 26, 2015

flash fiction friday #61

late because, life, again; so it go. no ado.
flash fiction friday #61; [tenses+pronouns to suit] trigger: …everything you [do and/or say] only make it worse…

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
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done+posted@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/06/fff61.html
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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

fff#60

my flash fiction friday #60; trigger: …hate [pronoun]self for wanting…

letters swim into words+sentences; thoughts crash against each other and i feel like i going+vomit…she had ask me if it still had curry crab on the table when she reach, late, as usual, she+he both, as usual, smug, like they really believe alla-we cyah tell wha’ the arse going on, like we eh seeing them both leave for lunch every pay-friday and neither reach back until we all come back out monday morning; steups…and as much as i hate myself for wanting a 3rd helping i somehow cyah stop my lying mouth trying to save for my greedy belly what i had done make out was a las’ serving hiding in the dish, just enough curry to saturate another warm, fluffy, buttery heap of buss-up-shut, masquerading as mere gravy because joan had know marcia was currying crab for today too and heaven forbid marcia own should somehow impress mr.johnson more, so joan gone all out, cracking shell and shredding meat until it allow me to tell the little white lie, “nah, dread, alla-them pot is jus’ dregs; it might have some dry paratha in the microwave, but tha’s all, nah…” to discourage her foraging+discovering my treasure, since she seem to be looking for something specific…my heart drop when she say she hungry+going+see if it have enough sauce to take down the dryness of a plate of lystra buss-up-shut, but wha’ you go do, eh? cyah have everything…now my screen screaming my foolish mistake…they rush her to port of spain general, but too late; her throat close up faster than her brain+organs could get the oxygen they need to survive…an hour ago my biggest sins were lying+greed; now, i’s a murderer…

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Friday, June 19, 2015

flash fiction friday #60

this extra-late because life is full of ambushes; apologies, and flash fiction friday #60; trigger: ...hate [pronoun]self for wanting...

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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done+posted@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/06/flash-fiction-friday-60.html
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Thursday, June 18, 2015

fff#59

hadda admit, i quite like my flash fiction friday #59; [inclusions]trigger: machine, concentrate, alone, astray

coming from behind i pass a baldhead black fella precariously dangling the longest ash i ever see, singing rihanna bitch better have my money hard hard, word for word, full-on chicken-neck and ducklips pouting around the butt, clearly forgetting he in the car and not his bedroom. i let my grin escape the confines of propriety the same moment my stride and his neckswivel make we eyes make 4 and i hastily drop with mine to the pavement, slightly amazed i can even smile right now, mess that i am, girl undone, led astray, ruined…
…concentrate on the task at hand: straight to the parlour, hot guinness, as instructed; handle the part that is yours…he shoulda talk to his cousin by now, ent; call? you mad?! he mad? of course! who wouldn’t be?
as if beckoned by my interior commess…pathetic fallacy, ent? just learn that the other day; but maybe is only for weather…the road penetrates, way more pong than necessary for the hour; afternoon rush, allyuh eh tired?! i suddenly aware how exposed i am out here, walking, the only one alone; other uniforms clutter the pavement in groups but i am the only one in mine; we don’t lime in the road in our uniform after school. steups. watch me get ketch stupid stupid out here now…and i supposed to be scholarship material?! although, in my defense, my plan didn’ include change of clothes because when we was done i was jumping straight in a car right outside his door and getting out on my streetcorner; hot guinness wasn’ on my itinerary…shit…call, boy? he’ll be more upset to hear my voice asking if he ok or more upset if i doh check? wait until i drink it and reassure him i had the hot guinness? right now he could even worry about breaking inside, with a bus’ frenulum? well, at least he know i eh lie ‘bout being a virgin…but look how whole time i pray for deus ex machina to rid me of him after he rid me of cherry i didn’ really think it could happen…who coulda predict tearing that?! and all i know is, now i doh hadda study he coming ‘round again, and no mess that shower didn’ fix…

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Friday, June 12, 2015

flash fiction friday #59

flash fiction friday #59; [inclusions]trigger: machine, concentrate, alone, astray

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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done+posted@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/06/fff59.html
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Thursday, June 11, 2015

writings+readings+tings

cyah keep sitting on good ting to share just because i eh making time to be as discerning as i desire in the process, so again, hasty wash-foot and jump eeen...
still eh sure, after several rereads, what exactly it is i like about this story (but apparently i do) the human phonograph by jonathan tel.
this, i know i like, just now getting to it because, life; stumbled across+shared 1 of matt getty's stories the other day and he came by+commented so i went to actually check him out and fell for another of his stories [linking you to his actual website this rounds] she falls down.
this story is somehow an unexpected loveliness, even on multiple rereads, the ironworkers' hayride by robert olen butler.
and carol emshwiller's mrs.jones a different kinna delight...
and again, with cat rambo's magnificent pigs.
this video, a gift from my macomere; i sure i supposed to be offended by its commentary on how women viewed under the male gaze+etc. but it too true (of how minds can be) to not be absolutely hilarious to me...watch is tropical's "dancing anymore" before i spoil the surprise with words to help my archiving it...like masturbation+house-porn...
and as we talk archives, yao ramesar (whose upcoming last dance of the karaoke king i am fully determined to be in, and have thus already informed him thusly) [film]documents (about halfhour) dying elements of trinidad's traditional mas (bat, minstrel, black indian [with speech]).
and closing with more for the archives, some of trinidad's current music scene as seen+heard+documented by gira latina; loving mungal patesar+pantar around 8minutes (always love me some mungal!) and the amazing robert munro to close later, playing that cuattro straight into the core of me...

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