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Friday, November 07, 2008
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WHY I WEPT...
Category: Blogging
I spent the 4-5th November glued before the TV, channel hopping between BBC news, CNN & ORF2.
I truly cannot explain the emotion/s that ran through me as I watched Barack Obama walk onto that stage in Chicago. I wept & as tears streamed down my face a thought instantly crossed my mind, this was a world into which I felt much more comfortable bringing a child into. I will try to explain... As a Black African- I am acutely aware that my children regardless of whom the father will be, might be identified as Black. I have worried and still worry about how I will explain to my child/ren (who is/have not even conceived yet, I tend to worry in advance) that they can aspire to be whoever/whatever they set their hearts to? How would I make them truly believe that the world was their oyster & that success can be achieved through hard work, determination & a little bit of luck? How could I explain to them that the world should judge people based on their character & not the colour of their skin/gender/ sexual orientation/ ability or disability? How could I explain to them that as humans, our commonalities far exceed any differences? How could I explain that terms such as different/ not the same are terms that are sometimes only 'social constructs' that we lazily choose to hide behind? Would I be able to ingrain these fundamentals into their DNA so that they too could believe and share some of the idealistic views I fiercely uphold & will not waver from? The task before me seemed formidable & it scared me.
I have spent the majority of my life as a third culture resident or citizen- this I appreciate has greatly influenced my views of the world. I cannot deny that our experiences- the interwoven tapestry of our journey through life to great extent determines the way we relate to & view the world & people around us. This is not the only determinate because we as humans are in a constant state of evolving. Each moment we draw a new breath is an opportunity to grow. I believe the 21st century, is a unique moment in time. The advances made in science and technology have allowed us to interact without having to physically cross borders. New media has probably played the greatest role by allowing immediate access & transfer of information. We are conversing like never before. Even those mentioned by Obama, 'in the forgotten parts of the world', are able to actively participate in global events in real time albeit on radios. As Obama walked onto that stage in Chicago, people from all different time zones watched in unison & the world collectively celebrated that which is good. The answer I normally give ('I'm a citizen of the world') when asked where I'm from might no longer need clarification. So maybe that's why tears streamed down my face?
I truly believe that at the core of each & every one of us exists what I can only describe as the TRUTH. The TRUTH can & will heal our world, we collectively need to try just a little bit harder & dig deep. Poignantly, Barack Obama has repeatedly stated & we have echoed, 'YES, WE CAN!'. I as part of humanity really hope that this message of HOPE & CHANGE continues to resonate deep within our souls- to the very core of our being- the part of us that is good & knows that the world can be a better place. Let this be as a ripple effect that spreads, from those who know the TRUTH, to those who are searching for the TRUTH, eventually touching those who don't even realise that the TRUTH is within them.
love & blessings
M x
I'm all for re- distribution of wealth. There are enough resources on the face of the earth for (6,735,182,305- the population of the world according to http://www.census.gov/main/www/popclock.html at the time of me writing this article) for each and every one of us to have the choice to walk around with a full stomach.
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Tuesday, November 04, 2008
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IT WAS THE LONGEST DAY, THE LONGEST NIGHT...
Category: Blogging
... to be continued
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Currently
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The Audacity of Hope
By
Barack Obama
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Friday, October 10, 2008
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DIE ALTBAUHAUS...
My underarms are loose, & I'm itching like the Fiend. Neem oil supposedly cures everything except death, yet I'm still fighting for breath. What a hoax! @ 32 yrs of age talking to 'the elder' breaks me out into hives. On my knees-again, this time I'm adviced to pray. Gawd, have mercy! In a way I'm afraid of everything & nothing- that should feel liberating. A penny for profanities. I'd be the proud owner of an Arabian- a souvenir (like a woman it has one less rib & packs endurance). Arabian nights, Arabian stories… we're living La Vida Loca. I can still have a good chuckle & keep on keeping on… Amongst Mozart & his esteemed cronies, I find myself confined with another who insistently breaks wind- melodically. Surely, this is an art, so why hold back- social decorum? In refrain to the open & shut of doors, flushing of lavs' & the lone voice singing! Singing! Singing?!? It's 04:23 in the AM, for Christ's sake! I should apply mascara, the curtain to my eyes… why wait?
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Wednesday, October 08, 2008
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U1...
you so tired…
doubled over in your chair, literally
i wonder what you'd think if I stretched out
my hand & touched you, lightly
i fight the urge
& choose to contemplate on what it is you do
my imagination runs free
have you been working from the break of dawn?
do you dread the advent of another morn?
your shoes
& i wonder why i've got the blues
when you dear stranger are the one in
need of new shoes
i'm trying not to stare, please forgive me
your hands
& fingers could do with a good ol' scrub
a gentle rub
at Stephansplatz, my journey begins
so, where are you off to my imaginary friend?
i've been watching behind my book
snow white & the dwarfs have gone astray
i'll remember…
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Saturday, October 04, 2008
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quoting from THE PROBLEM WITH SELF...
Category: Religion and Philosophy
" But at the other pole of my being I am separate from all.
There I have broken through the cordon of equality and
stand alone as an individual.
I am absolutely unique, I am I, I am incomparable.
The whole weight of the universe cannot crush out this
individuality of mine.
I maintain it in spite of the tremendous gravitation
of all things.
It is small in appearance but great in reality.
For it holds its own against the forces that would
rob it of its distinction and make it one with the dust."
Rabindranath Tagore
1916, Sadhana, The Realisation of Life
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Thursday, September 25, 2008
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What is a penny?
A man is talking to God.
The man: "God, how long is a million years?"
God: "To me, it's about a minute."
The man: "God, how much is a million dollars?"
God: "To me it's a penny."
The man: "God, may I have a penny?"
God: "Wait a minute."
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
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COME IN THE MORNING....
Category: Writing and Poetry
if you've got a heartbeat
come in the morning
& ask the musky dusk to turn to dawn
lets listen to joe purdy croon
the city lights keep on going
perhaps i'm sadder than you've became
you, you my lover
oranges are petty fruits,
if i can still smell you
in the company of strangers
if you've got a heartbeat
come in the morning
awake me from a deep, deep sleep
counting sheep & picking up pins
travellin' full speed through mexico
perhaps i'm sadder than you've became
you, you my lover
oranges are petty fruits,
if i can still smell you
in the company of strangers
if you've got a heartbeat
come in the morning
watch the gecko paint a path across the wall
why? i'm envious of its solitude
perhaps i'm sadder than you've became
you, you my lover
oranges are petty fruits,
if i can still smell you
in the company of strangers
i'll swing on an angels breath &
watch over that mink stole
the night i threw me out
it was so quiet
the best part began today
i lost who i've become
perhaps i'm sadder than you've became
you, you my lover
oranges are petty fruits,
if i can still smell you
in the company of strangers…
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Currently
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Only Four Seasons
Release date: 2006-02-28
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Friday, September 19, 2008
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QUOTING R. Desnos...
"Poetry can be this or it can be that. (But) it ought not be restricted to being necessarily this or that . . . except perhaps for being both delirious and lucid ... It seems to me that beyond Surrealism, there is a mysterious something that has yet to be isolated; beyond automatism, there is intent, beyond poetry
there is the poem, beyond passive poetry there is deliberate poetry, beyond liberated poetry there is the liberated poet . . .
try now and then, young poets, my beloved friends, to see that you are not yet really free. . ."
Robert Desnos 1944 Reflections on Poetry
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KÜSS MICH…
Current mood:  pure
kiss me, in the shadows of
a perfect world
earth-fly shining, shine
kiss me, in the ruins that were once
a dream
you & i, can
stop at the philosopher's stone
kiss me & then release me
the skies are still tender blue
unsewn
kiss me, forget original sin
Jesus, Mary & Joseph sing
Listen…
to a melodic fault, i
adore your ancient mind
if life intensifies with breathing
breathe in & with me
Exhale…
then kiss me,
let the others speak in tongues
kiss me, don't leave feeling half- way cold
at dawn when it all stops
you & i, We begin
again,
just kiss me…
please…
just kiss me...
wouldn't
it
be
funny
if
I too
could
play the harmonica?
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Currently
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Keep On
By
Will Young
Release date: 2006-01-02
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Friday, September 12, 2008
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OPEN LETTER & WORK IN PROGRESS...typos et al’
You- soon to be sequestered at Her Majesty's pleasure. Surely, you must have realised that using your head like that woulda' got you into deeper shit. See- I coulda' told you that, but hey… Me- Wo-man, You- he- Man always spouting your father's famous antiquated phrase, "only one captain can navigate a ship". I won't even ask where that ideology got him. Somehow I recall you saying he never managed to cross de' Nile.
Now- what was it with that pot smoking chick anyway? Did she rock your boat? While I simply got high on the Blues…Joe Turners' come & gone, O' Lordy! Sister Rossetta Tharpes' all up above my head screaming hallelujah praise the Looooooooooord! Both twang the gitar' & I stand at peace, nominal address or post office box- 392 Beale Avenue. Not your piece of cake I presume… I don't blame you, I too & the masses got lost in Timberland.
Rewind my minds' eye, I see you… kinda' sauntering- a wide legged swagger. Damn you, you occupied dimensional space. Now- if one could undo WWII, I'd have you disappearing down that High Street, in those neat Nikes, Evian water bottle et al'. I loved them shoes… tried them on once when you weren't in, kinda'' comfy… didn't fit, just flip- flopped at the back like a pair of slippers which was irritating so I took them off and walked around barefoot instead. Now- back to that day, I swear you were headed into Superdrug then voila… you occupied the space of my shadow & made me jump. You- full of trickery yet you lacked some magic, Houdini- you were certainly not. See- the world was up to cosmic tricks that day & I had to learn a few lessons in bullshittlogy. The course lasted a season, five years & a few months to be exact, so who cares what the reason was.
You- teeth gleaming, unleashing perfect dentistry… said that you'd never had to visit a dentist- not once. Your eyes squinty, not the kind described as- talk London, look Tokyo. But- were you looking into the sun? I'm trying to peer deep through your eyes into your soul, see if I can detect any fuckery. Shoulda' told you to open them eyes wide. But- nah you were tight, gridlocked. Arrogant as hell, so cocksure. Bravo- I shoulda' applauded right then & there, danced the fandango on the street. But- see I was acting all bashful, such a fool… rocking my a- fro'. See- the second you mentioned my eyes & cheekbones- I parked my hips at angle 90° & completely missed the fuckery. Why- I'm busy worrying that my already too tight jeans might just bust a seam if pushed to angle °95. Plus I'm mesmerised as you sip, I watch as your Adam's apple plays tricks. See- its kinda' like that paternoster I used to catch going up to the pattern cutting class in my first year. It bobbed up and down, us leaping on & off… then one day it stopped & packed it in just like that.
Cut to scene (2 or 3 days later)…location- TRAIN STATION.
Boy waits for girl. Car parked in the shade- kinda' intimate. Chatty, chattering… then you give me the perfume. I swear- gal' friend later told me that she'd seen it reduced to nine- ninety nine or eight- ninety nine (it cost less than 10 quid). Its really not about the money, its about how cheap & easy I was bought & caught. * (Note to self- belated birthday presents are to be avoided from that day henceforth). Now-I'm impressed coz its only in passing that I'd mentioned to have turned over to twenty- six. See- you still had a perfect memory then, so unselective. You so so so …… (fill in the blank, I'm feeling playful- join the fun). So- I spray & sniff my wrist, as you do & its' wiff kinda' flowery- doesn't smell cheap. We get talking about your tattoo- written in some beautiful eastern calligraphy. I was real curious- all in & up in your business. God- its meant to say, you say. A door opens & shuts in my head. Plus you taught me how to laugh with absolute merriment & abandon. You allowed me to be a bad- ass, which was real neat. See- I'd always had to be the cutest girl on the street. All prim and proper, it gets kinda' tiring after awhile.
Fast- forward to the time when Her Majesty gets involved & spoils the stew. I still want to rewind & talk about them eyes of yours. I caught tenderness there, O-n-c-e. The kind that made me catch my breath. The look so fleeting, I nearly missed it. See- I hadn't given up looking into your soul, peering & searching. Now- no one could understand that & I simply got weary of explaining. Now- at that fleety moment- I woulda' married you on the spot… I swear! Behind those gates & bars, we coulda' just called in the sniffer dog as our witness. Do you woman take this man? Do you man take this woman? Amen!!! & so it is (case closed). Plain & simple- I'm not the kind who likes a big fuss. But him- seated over there- piped up & outta' nowhere hollered, 'look he's kissing his sister'. Just like that, he killed the vibe. Suddenly a load tries to push itself down my throat & by the time it gets to my toes, my heart is feeling like a ton of bricks. You- smarty pants- don't even bat them eyes & try to pass the statement off as the words of a crazy fool on medication. Bullshit… crazies never lie, they say it like it is. Red is red & green is green… unless they are clour blind but thats another issue. Now- later (way later) I come to realise, that both she and I were on the loop. Now- are you aware that those trips to & fro, just to visit you cost more than that bottle of perfume? All whilst I'm counting pennies to pay the rent. Now that mate, is fuckery…
Just in case I never told you!
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Currently
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The Executioner’s Song
By
Norman Mailer
Release date: 1998-04-28
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