tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61856152011-04-21T18:12:18.357-04:00AbenaSpot or Meditations on the River NigerMusings on writing, tromboning, education, breathing and other finery...ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-49653534127037751122007-11-12T18:14:00.000-05:002007-11-12T18:17:45.019-05:00Good People,If you have been asked to review Constellation, please go to the link below and answer the six question survey. Thank you for your time and stay tuned for more at AbenaSpot.-AKhttp://FreeOnlineSurveys.com/rendersurvey.asp?sid=gkvui9ev0dnlkqq361767ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1175705160279378332007-04-04T12:42:00.000-04:002007-04-04T12:47:06.076-04:00The poem below, carving, is an experiment in persona poems. I've been fighting the fact that usually when I try to write a persona poem, I end up being the persona. Now instead of fighting it, I've decided maybe there's a little bit of me in the persona's I choose to write about. The poem below, "Carving" is the first of many examples. It's not about me. But I can see me pretty clearly in it's ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1175704881703004512007-04-04T12:37:00.000-04:002007-04-04T12:41:21.716-04:00Carving:abena koomsonEvery year you make the same promiseEvery month it hides in chocolate and at the bottom of sticky potsEvery week another girl that looks like you gets eliminated from America’s Next Top ModelEvery day you breatheEvery hour your tongue turns the clock of your mouth waiting for a kissEvery year you feel the winter slap of your cousin’s death Every month you cut to feelEvery ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1151358414789643692006-06-26T17:45:00.000-04:002006-06-26T17:46:54.806-04:00new poem. the line breaks'll be all jacked up, but it's a sestina.Proposal (for Patrick Rosal)It is too late for the rhythm of her feetto trace the bend of tracksthat railroad into a blueless night.Instead of ride, she has chosen to walk.She paces each step away from himby the smoky drag of the moona 1972’s dusty moonthe flatline of Ghana currency traces the curve of her cheaply sandaled feet.If ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1130244681257690302005-10-25T08:43:00.000-04:002005-10-25T08:51:21.263-04:00EVE DESCENDED, NOW HEAR THIS...So I recently directed a piece entitled Eve Descending that traced the lives of women in the Old Testament through dance, song, drama, and poetry. I commissioned each performer to discover, alone or in collaboration with others a voice for the story that had not been told in the Bible. It was amazing to see what such a group of spiritually diverse people were able ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1126140006608946122005-09-07T19:47:00.000-04:002005-09-07T20:40:06.636-04:00This is Thirty One.Coming down after a fabulous birthday celebration. Back into the swing of school. Trrying to keep my wits about me as Katrina reverberates, Political fufurrah abounds in preparation for the votes, and Barcelona trails behind like shadow. Love in its possibility looms on the horizon, and I beg my heart to slow down and chew its food properly. My friends keep having babies and ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1124980130112171042005-08-25T09:22:00.000-04:002005-08-26T06:40:05.736-04:00Soltera PART IIWhile at a club in Barcelona, I experienced a particular frustration related to my aloneness. (The distinction for me between "loneliness" and "aloneness," which I'm not even sure is a word, but will serve here, is something I may explore later) A man began furiously dancing near me and several other women. He made contact with several women as they walked by or were standing near.ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1124813488768782462005-08-23T11:58:00.000-04:002005-08-25T09:21:35.746-04:00Soltera en BarcelonaIt´s a strange experience, traveling alone. Truly I love it, and must insist upon it every few years. But it is not easy. The alone part is the easy part, the part I enjoy most. But the unsolicited interactions, especially the negative kind, bring out things in me I´m not often forced to confront alone. Usually, if something awful happens on the street or on the subway, I pickak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1124646262335652812005-08-21T13:27:00.000-04:002005-08-23T11:57:54.056-04:00Barcelona: Like I´d Never Seen the Sky Before...Cheesy, but accurate. Among the highlights-· The cab driver who insists I must stay until I find a husband, then move to Andalucia, it´s beautiful out there.· The rudest vendor known to man who insists that America is poor, my bag is too big to not spend money in his store, boasts that his family owns 47 tiendas on the Ramblas (and they do, but who ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1123527320174112302005-08-08T13:44:00.000-04:002005-08-08T14:55:20.196-04:00From the Connecticut Valley...When you last saw our heroine, she was starring as Essie in the play ROBESON produced by ASC/NYC. Since then I lost a few students to graduation, lost one friend to the heavens, taught for three weeks at the best summer camp EVER, (writerscamp.org) produced a show in Hartford (Drink To This 2005!) and will be leaving post haste for Barcelona, Spain. Can you imagine ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1113787025695233602005-04-17T21:12:00.000-04:002005-04-17T21:17:05.696-04:00So here's what matters for the next few weeks:Hello friends and friends of friends. As many of youknow, my current project is a play entitled Robeson by Miriam Jensen HendrixHere's the info. I'm playing his wife, Essie Robeson. (Then I have a favor to ask :)THE INFO: Actors Stock Company NYC presentsROBESONBy Miriam Jensen HendrixDirected by Keith OncaleWHEN:April 15 - May 1Thurs - Sat 8pm, Sun 3ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1100300976060609152004-11-12T18:07:00.000-05:002004-11-12T18:09:36.060-05:00New Poem.
alone in my home # 36
1. cop show
(muh) the brown man
pushes his lips together
(th) creases them with his tongue
(ur) aspirates into a roll
(Fuh) pushes his top teeth to his bottom lip
(kh) sends a burst from his throat to the air
(ur) aspirates, and coyly rolls his tongue
to let the cop know what he thinks of the handcuffs
no one’s mother
should have to be the soul train ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1099411923902743522004-11-02T11:10:00.000-05:002004-11-02T11:12:03.903-05:00New Poem.
Broken Ritual
I woke up this morning
with a rope around my neck
It was my own hand
new fingers had grown
woven their stranglethreads taut
pulse of handveins
tremble of throat
rhythm of a dark hymn
This is no simple noose
I will not be hanged
nor will my feet find the trembleswing like Judas
nor will I be found sisterfruit
swung from the poplar
in the army air of dawn
I ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1097268630837926452004-10-08T16:43:00.000-04:002004-10-08T16:50:30.836-04:00Monkella's Mood:
I just can't put the Dodge Poetry Festival into words. I'm speechless. Maybe at some other point, I'll have the umf to do it. In other news, I'm slightly overwhelmed, eerily liberated and feeling adventurous these days. It's the glow of thirty, I tell you. It makes me want to tell the truth more often. And of course, Fall is my favorite season. The best time in the world to letak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1096200064683198362004-09-26T08:00:00.000-04:002004-09-26T08:01:04.683-04:00Take the Quiz. You know you want to...
http://monkella.friendtest.comak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1095448290287255542004-09-17T13:00:00.000-04:002004-09-17T15:11:30.286-04:0030... was eagerly awaiting my arrival.
Exactly two weeks from my birthday, and I am blown away at the difference. It was like walking through a portal! Or getting the new prescription you didn't realize you needed, oh the clarity! This feels like a beginning and thank God. Thanks to the some of you the helped me celebrate in such a special way, especially my best friend Debbie. My sisters ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1093935530315568962004-08-31T02:55:00.000-04:002004-08-31T02:58:50.316-04:00New poem:
Hunted Hymn
(For Jesse Washington)
You stop breathing.
You are alive on a smoking breath between God’s fingers.
You choke.
You scream on stolen air from someone else.
There is nothing left to explore but that which thunders another's pain.
They did not want you to discover flight, or shimmering air
They did not want you to kiss heaven, or God above the mountain.
They did not want ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1093374539130629282004-08-24T14:54:00.000-04:002004-08-24T15:08:59.130-04:00New Poem
"Luna,
luna llena...
luna llena."
The moon moves between her dress
and my sheets
Questions blush cratered skin above her chest
buzhumming me
Between breaths she trembles
I am stretch of her bottom
she pulls, skin shivers
she touches my fundamental until it vibrates
making the skin above my lips
water, trickle, simmer
I am jealous of the moon's
unclothed fervor
She has run naked
ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1092759042150187202004-08-17T11:25:00.000-04:002004-08-17T12:10:42.150-04:00So It's Come to This: an Abena Slam Clip Show...
So things got real slam busy these last few weeks. We did all those regional appearances around the city. And finally we made our way to St. Louis, Missouri the gateway to the west. Rather than map out the entire experience, here are the clips:
-I show up to the airport wearing my "Jesus is my homeboy" t-shirt. Fellow teammate Michael Cirelli ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1090306163686869752004-07-20T02:20:00.000-04:002004-07-20T02:49:23.686-04:00So I'm walking into Union Square with my friend, who is legitmately dressed in Army gear. The square is quiet, a few skateboarders, but not the hum of protest, and I think of how ironic this is. I'd almost bought an anti-Bush t-shirt in that very spot hours ago. He is full fleshhearted River Niger-style poet/philosopher and dressed for war. People stare, having no intelligence regarding his ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1089874058826365052004-07-15T01:38:00.000-04:002004-07-15T02:47:38.826-04:00I can't even begin to tell you why it's been 3 weeks instead of one.
(And I have no idea why this entry has line breaks:)
Truthfully, I'm so anxious
I can't write about the things that are making me anxious.
But when the storm blows over, prayfully the house built upon a rock will still be standing,
and I'll have a few more stories to tell.
Oh, nationals.
Oh moving.
Oh unrequited love.ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1087820835101383462004-06-21T08:25:00.000-04:002004-06-21T08:27:15.100-04:00I
am
on
vacation.
c u next week.ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1086904840561702092004-06-10T17:55:00.000-04:002004-06-10T18:02:10.706-04:00Weapons of Mass InFUNKtion!
Weapons of Mass InFUNKtion!!
Weapons of Mass InFUNKtion!!!
Be there...
Friday, June 11th
The Wright Bros. Band
CLUB GROOVE
West 3rd & McDougal (take A,B,C,D,E,F to West 4th)
$10
Doors @ 8:30pm
Vocals: Richard & Abena
Keys: Dan
Guitar: Anthony
Bass: Brian
and on Drums, the one and only: Rob Wright.ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1086841075050738052004-06-09T23:47:00.000-04:002004-06-10T17:54:12.226-04:001. (You can tell, schools almost out, cuz I been postin' like a flagpole...more and more time on my hands)
2. Rich, congrats muchacho, you ROCK. The koans were my favorite. boomBOOM!
3. I am reading "God's Trombones" by James Weldon Johnson.
There are some poetic voices that seem so entrenched in their time... that it's easy to get critical if one is not careful.
His voice is one of them. ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1086762210815248912004-06-09T02:21:00.000-04:002004-06-09T11:00:11.250-04:00Tonight, there are ghosts. These are their conversations.
-I am looking for the part of my sadness that is connected to real things.
-I cannot replace my sadness with you. Your intentions, at best…unreliable.
-I love the dark cloudy night and that special brand of peach- colored streetlight. Now there are two of me and I can share loss and imagined loss.
-Recommendation for acute sadness: ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1086582156288540562004-06-06T23:57:00.000-04:002004-06-07T00:22:36.286-04:00Hey Rich, Sestina This! (Rog had a point about the ice cream, so now it's vanilla)
Noche Sola
Loneliness is a tremble between heartbeat and hollow mouth,
an ache and smell my lips have gotten used to.
I’ve decided that getting lost in the West Village will spend the night:
We never came to this part of the city, I have no ghosts or enemies here,
except my mouth, that hears a voice like yours ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1086485482780195122004-06-05T21:26:00.000-04:002004-06-05T21:31:22.780-04:00ALERT!
We have discovered
yet another location
bearing Weapons of Mass InFUNKtion!!!
THE WRIGHT BROS. BAND
CLUB GROOVE
FRIDAY, JUNE 11TH @ 8:30
McDougal Street at W. 3rd (near W. 4th street A,C,D trains)
$10
Come & Feel Good.
ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1086458859499308322004-06-05T13:40:00.000-04:002004-06-05T21:17:27.276-04:00Links back soon,
as soon as I can figure out how to do it in the new template.
I need to take a class in this stuff.
Yesterday was pure hilarium. Got invited to perform in the boys vs. girls slam at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe. My first time reading there. Nice. Ray, thanks for the blessing. Went well, got down with some really fierce females, Celena, Nikki, Ana. The crowd was electric. I ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1086380497420414012004-06-04T16:19:00.000-04:002004-06-04T16:21:37.420-04:00Tonight:
Cafe 5C Open mic (5th Street & Avenue C)
$3 7-9pm
Performance/Poetry/Music
Acoustic Only (voice/instruments)
Hosted by Robert Kane
GREAT DESSERTS!!!!!!!
Come on By...ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1086326513263817282004-06-04T00:52:00.000-04:002004-06-04T12:26:30.063-04:00The tribute to Audre was a pleasure and a success. It was an honor to share the space with such talented artists and such an attentive audience. There were many faces I wish could have been there. The talkbacks afterward were also personally informative. I uncovered so much about my experience of Audre as a poet. First of all, her voice is so much larger than I ever had imagined. I have ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1086147431315638592004-06-01T23:31:00.000-04:002004-06-01T23:37:11.316-04:00SIX HIGH PROFILE NEW YORK ARTISTS
Take the work of Audre Lorde from the Page to the Stage...
Roger Bonair-Agard
Cheryl Boyce-Taylor
Ronald K. Brown
T'ai Freedom Ford
Abena Koomson
Christalyn Wright
Lorde's work is stunning, heartbreaking, passionate,
searing, soul searching, vibrant, erotic, blunt...
June 2nd. & 3rd.
7:00 PM
Admission is $15, which includes an opening night wine and cheese ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1085547294096558502004-05-26T00:31:00.000-04:002004-05-26T00:54:54.096-04:00new poem...
We are standing with your friends
after bar
edge of park
I shut them out
settle for accident ear stroke of your finger
imagine lift of unboned tongue
at bend of neck
under curve of your gaze
You make all that is green in me
wrestle under dark cover towards sunlight
Yes
you split open to take starvation lips
into well of mouth
No. This is a lie.
All you do is let me wish you
with ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1084809552106588732004-05-17T11:48:00.000-04:002004-05-17T11:59:12.106-04:00I am writing an essay for my lit class (they're writing essays, so I decided to show 'em how it's done.) My topic: Slam: is it primarily the type of poetry or the performance that commands the experience for most? Feel free to email me your ideas. Be succinct. Get to the heart of the argument. I may use it as part of my research. Email me at akoomson@winstonprep.edu. Please! Poet or no, your ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1084474109020431762004-05-13T14:35:00.000-04:002004-05-14T14:36:18.183-04:00So it's official. I'm going to the National Poetry Slam in St. Louis as part of team louderARTS. Me, Roger, Mike Cirelli, Rich and Mahogany Browne. Fresh. Meanwhile, I'm trying to keep my head above water, river, ocean...ahhh. I was very happy with my performances. If anything, I became aware how much endurance this craft of performance poetry (5 rounds!) takes. It was interesting trying to ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1083690193136593442004-05-04T12:54:00.000-04:002004-05-04T13:07:04.996-04:00New poem!
Bi/nocturnal parallax:
One way, North White Plains to Grand Central
I feel you morning moving
push against me, violin call
tail post to scroll^
you spread your arms over me
flatten, sharpen
no one hears us between the Abies balsamea*
whose leafcloaks suspend the house in false nighttime.
When Betula papyrifera* begins to peel
I hear bark fall
against your rhythm rib cage rolling ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1083689551453068932004-05-04T12:46:00.000-04:002004-05-04T12:56:23.450-04:00Upcoming Events:
The Wright Brothers Band (We'll be changing the name
soon:)
VOCALS/TROMBONE
We'll have a gig sometime around the
2nd or 3rd week in June.
Poetry Slam Finals @ Bar 13
Monday May 10 7:30pm
SPOKEN WORD
I'm competing with 8 other poets to determine who will
be sent to the National Poetry Slam in St. Louis this
August.
Raise the Red Tent @ Bar 13
Monday, May 24 7:30pm
An evening of ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1083688945030710142004-05-04T12:20:00.000-04:002004-05-04T12:48:59.810-04:00She blogs, she blogs...
When she wants to and when schedules aren't so demanding. Fish, this is for you and last nights punkery about me not updating. Speaking of dating...
Yeah right, as if i'd go there in public...
Recent events:
Did a house concert with Elana Bell and Dara Lazar. At that point our a capella trio had no name. We even asked for suggestions to be put in the donation bowl. ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1076956017534731872004-02-16T13:20:00.000-05:002004-02-16T13:29:34.403-05:00Excerpt from a letter to my cousin:
I am confident that you are aware of these things, yet I hear in your letters a longing to be told something else. More comfort. An answer to your problems. I don't have any. I am just as puzzled as you are at your predicament. Having such strong desires and being without the means to fulfill them is the most basic of all human struggles. Look at the Bible...ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1076818329014636052004-02-14T23:10:00.000-05:002004-02-14T23:14:43.950-05:00A-Rod? Truly, these are the best days of our lives. And I'm spent. And the B-Bombers spend.ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1076815849523458032004-02-14T22:08:00.000-05:002004-02-14T22:34:35.060-05:00My Latest Recommendations:
Music:
For the tromboning...The Jazz Crusaders-Live at the Lighthouse '66
Yo, these dudes were part of the legendary assembly of musicians who played in Zaire '74 aka the Rumble in the Jungle. Wayne Henderson's trombone, better than chuleta. No Kidding.
Carmen McRae-Live at Birdland West: Fine and Mellow.
All I got to say is she brngs it fine, mellow, and awfully ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1076813906157981852004-02-14T21:43:00.000-05:002004-02-14T22:10:29.310-05:00Happy Valentines Day!
I feel like it's January 1st and I get to start a whole new year! Been dealing with some pretty discomforting health issues, but just got the word that nothing's deathly wrong with me. The relief has pushed me into a rest. I am so grateful for this quirky body and am resolved to take better care. Easier said than done. But so necessary. At the actual turn of the year I ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1075499889410611822004-01-30T16:39:00.000-05:002004-01-30T17:00:22.593-05:00Just in from the front lines: The Weapons of Mass inFUNKtion will INDEED get found out. At Club Groove on February 28,2004. Yes, The Wright Bros. Band is resurfacing after a 6 month hibernation. We're down to do at least a coupla tunes featuring yours truly on vocals and quite possibly some valve trombone. Stay "tuned" and you will "C" the power the weapons can produce.
Peace,
A.ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1075145478478964332004-01-26T14:27:00.000-05:002004-01-30T16:39:50.610-05:00Word Up My Lovelies
So last Wednesday I was privileged to bring my students along with two other teachers and their classes to the Simon Wiesenthal New York Tolerance Center to pilot their education program. The museum is not yet open to the public so it was a privilege indeed. Additionally, we got to hear a very special speaker, Clarence Jones, who was Dr. King’s speech writer. He was charming,ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1074358860379367922004-01-17T11:05:00.000-05:002004-01-17T12:23:18.373-05:00Recommendations from AK-47 (the LoveGun)
CD: R&B/Soul- The Ultimate Luther Vandross or
-The Essential Luther Vandross (2 disc set)
What possible explanation would I need for this recommendation!
CD: Jazz-Sanctified Shells - Steve Turre
- One 4J-Steve Turre
I promised you trombonings and here they are. I've especially been digging on Sanctified Shells. This dude ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1074355154673097332004-01-17T09:55:00.000-05:002004-01-17T11:01:09.686-05:00BLOG ON (clap clap)
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BLOG ON BLOG OFF the BLOGGER!
HAPPY NEW YEAR. Correction. JOYOUS NEW YEAR.
So I waited until I actually felt it to say it. and I do. I think there's a lot in store for 2G's 'n 4. I spent New Years Eve in silence. Reading, praying, meditating, I may have sung a thing or two, but I was in my house in Connecticut, alone and grateful. Felt no compulsion ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1072028255047274922003-12-21T13:51:00.000-05:002003-12-21T12:37:49.983-05:00Hello Lovelies...
and happy holidays. This blog is dedicated to anyone who has a hard time with the holidays. This year has been a little dark for me. Sudden deaths and many other abandons. It's amazing in this city how far people can get from one another. I find myself thirsting for opportunities to be entertained. I've blown money on music and the movies like you wouldn't believe.
I tried toak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1071075983838525352003-12-10T15:08:00.000-05:002003-12-10T15:36:36.463-05:00Hey hey hey! It's Fat-tastic! An I'm gonna sing a song for you...and Ray's gonna play you a thing or two...
Let's play a game. See where the following belong: the "y" in every. The word "said." HOW 'bout the poorly edited first installment of this blog thing. Editing stream of consciousness is like trying to play your own improv backwards. It will be frustrating for me to not be self critical ak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185615.post-1070992346308580132003-12-09T11:35:00.000-05:002003-12-09T12:52:37.853-05:00Gentlefolks. Welcome.
Documenting this beautiful & brutal life will be an absolute treasure. It's a little silly, because of course the folks that will read this are gonna be the folks that already know what's happenin' BUT it is what it is. SO YESTERDAY... I won my first SLAM over at Bar 13. And there was so much love. It was particularly painful to read my first poem Abenkwan, set in my villageak-47http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411020678475839732noreply@blogger.com