Thursday, October 27, 2011

sticky inside my mind

another "what's percolating" post; sometimes my inner archivist just won't let me complete anything more focused+articulate until i do this with the untethered pieces floating in my mental amniosac...too gross? i'm a bit of a science(-meets-art) nerd so i like the amnesiac-meets-archivist play...litter, debris, detritus, damage...anyway, gutta beautiful research is an entertaining diversion in+amongst the firing of port authority chairman for refusing bobol juxtaposed with this well-executed political historical theatre and state of the nation of the republic of the people of the world...all 7billion of us...
be impressed by pole control of ms. jenyne butterfly

and power of ms. felix cane

walk good.
ps: can it pleaseprettyplease be jouvay soon?
pps: all in 1day, more spam from myself, plus gaddafi (postmortem) and (methinks, stupidly) spam that says [spam] in its subject line...

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Friday, October 07, 2011

the marijuana glove compartment...

...talent all outta proportion, more than should swim in this tiny pool, yet we refuse to think for or help ourselves, no matter how representatives prove they not truly for we.
drowning ourselves in fantasy lifestyles rather than contemplate our reality, we never identify and run no risk of resolving our problems.
these dark days are one with cowering nights, these nights the silence squeezes tight, a veil of oppression staunching attempts at productivity already broken by sirens and hiding from the tramp of those government boots…
doh sleep to dream when nightmares stalk dreams to change the world.
still, live curfew music is made at a small gathering of guitars, minds and restless artistic spirits, softly but persistently defying the state because we cyah let them take this; new songs are voiced of these nights’ troubled debate.
small groups gather, and bigger ones, in spite of knowing we need profess no malice for trouble to come to the door, kick it in, ramfle our lives and leave us rummaging through rubble in this twilight zone; we gather knowing they say we shalt not and are prepared to stop us; we gather because we are, thus we must.
so music is made of this, bodies move to this, visions become visible through this, creation will come of this surviving the state of emergency. we will create question, create protest, create suggestion, create+recreate ourselves, re-evolve, become a new nation anew, become ourselves…
walk good.

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Blogger crazyfool said...

this is so beautiful. inspiring.
i spent yesterday with raf and you wouldn't believe his spirit. he's still mostly blind but says 'sight does not equal vision.' as a local advocate his tradegy and survival story has given him a larger megaphone to speak with. he dreams big. his vision is a better city, better nation, better world... it can be.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

"....creation will come of this surviving the state of emergency. we will create question, create protest, create suggestion, create+recreate ourselves, re-evolve, become a new nation anew, become ourselves...." indeed sweet trini, THIS IS our new dawn. the creative tribe will take it up a notch. we can't keep 'livin on a false high'..... or else 'u know who' go keep takin all we pay [wink]

10:42 am  
Blogger sweet trini said...

gyazette man, it have so much of you in this post...you know we cyah afford to let he take we pay, literally or lyrically...walk good.

12:21 am  
Anonymous Leigh Lopez said...

Lovely post.

10:34 am  

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