Monthly Archives: August 2010

Ten the Hard Way

Random comments on the zeitgeist to follow.

Seems repubs are going buck-wild right now. Talkin like global warming doesn’t exist. Talkin like undocumented migrants ain’t human. Talkin bout trashing the 14th amendment. Scared of people building mosques in lower Manhattan and Staten Island. Paranoia and naked bigotry being ejaculated all over the TV screens. Hate crimes exploding across Shaolin’s north shore, and many of those guilty of the atrocities against Mexicans have been young male Africans.

Imperialist wars continue – US troops in Iraq to only be replaced by legions of private security contractors, while the Afghanistan occupation only gets wilder, includes Pakistan too, forgets that brown life has value, jettisons all morality in pursuit of blueprints for political appeasement to the saddest constituencies in Amreeka. Dems love war! Carnage and penury ftw!

Desperation in the streets, a hot shoot ’em up summer in Brick City. Stop the violence rallies get louder now, even move to block highways and flood downtown with the message, but the blacks that wanna kill blacks are wearing earphones and sleeping masks.

Proxy war goes on in Mexico, feeding the voracious Yankee drug habit with gallons of blood over the border, a real gore and guns killem shootem full scale war. Few seem to care; Arizona wants brown folks to carry their stars of david (‘papers’) or else; Utah releases Hitlerian lists of them.

Homelessness spreading like wildfire, fine homes abandoned, boarded up to the banks by fiat and clever artifice versus the masses. Desolation angels in real life are born across the land, jobless, lost across the rust belt, the plains, the rockies. Coast to coast crookery with no free cookies.

Belt buckles detonate from town to country, city to village, obese babies born like bears. Stubborn minds hate to see people walking streets without sidewalks, try to run them over in their ramming vans. Splatter of road kill gets cannibalized, skin turned to leather, soft gloves of an infant and her velus.

Jails gorged with Africans, Mestizos, Chicanos, Boricuas, Quisqueyanos, Indigenous, even a few blonds. 2 million strong. Army of inmates shut away from the sunshine. Life sentences are death row. Inmates as slaves working for pennies an hour to clean the gulf, or they lose their good behavior glint.

Haitian babies as currency, foster homes emptied into North America with random and flimsy arrangements. Haiti itself gets neocolonized after the temblor, the coasts prepared for maquiladoras, free trade zones, the further destruction of native agriculture.

Boots scar the ground all over, Indian state stepping on Adivasis, Congolese state in concert with its rebels stepping on women, Somali Al-Shabab militants stepping on soccer fans.

Papuan revolutionary dies crying freedom while the pigs call his blackness savage and stupid to his dying face. Meanwhile Uncle Sam renews adulterous ties with Kopassus, Indonesia’s merchants of death, assassins of East Timor ’til it got free.

Troublesome days.

What’s good? California saw reason, struck down prop 8 because it’s anti-human. The sun still glows hard. Brilliant fires burn in almost seven billion brains trying to figure out the game, its meaning and message. Crowded planet, but many opportunities in the flavor of new faces exposing fictions with fact fixations.

Passions are chased, paper or no paper, pleasing the eyes and ears with the sights and sounds of success. Failure is interchangeable but fools keep rolling for the win, because it’s that hard and humanizing to fight.

Fighting spirits stay the course, stay human, stay next to freedom and their capacity to be brutally honest and true to self. Living nothin but one’s purpose. Or else die trying – we didn’t ask to be born. Only one life to live, the true just lightworks life with no rank, just crafty hands that build victory and a tolerant civilization from scratch with the angel dust of common sense sprinkled on the gas lamp.

Just keep burning! Third world unity!

Will it be humans aflame, or humans in flames? Bet.

Fruitarian Sounds

This comes from a youtube sista called Erykah Monique, based in the Bahamas. Very pleased to see an Afrikan seriously digging into fruitarianism. Presented with a relaxing vibe too.

I’ve been 98% frugivorous for quite a while now. No nuts, but I do still eat raw fresh leafy greens – mostly spinach and lettuce on a daily basis; celery too. Some would say that already qualifies me as a fruitarian, but there are strict fruitarians that say I’m disqualified by the greens from using that term. I may consider trying 100% fruitarianism (no greens) one of these days. Cherries, watermelon, bananas, grapefruit – that’s most of what I ate today. Rest was a modest selection of  okra, tomatoes, cucumber, and dem greens – spinach, celery and lettuce. Dat’s it. I do really like the idea of just declaring myself straight-up fruitarian though, make it simple and straight to the point, because I live off fruits. Might rename this joint “Afrikan Fruitarian Talk.” Seriously!

Stick with fresh fruits [and veggies] and you can’t lose!!

Is this level of soul legal?

Probably my favorite musical act these days, the immeasurably beautiful Sharon Jones and her fantastic band the Dap Kings performed on the Late Late Show in late June. They did “Window Shopping,” possibly my favorite track off their new album I Learned the Hard Way.

Had to share this because the soul level is so high, such that it might exceed unknown thresholds that bombard other universes with exotic particles. Nothing to do with veganism or sustainability, but so be it. In addition to the beauty of the lead singer and the music itself, the back-up singers are hella fine! Go and enjoy. Can’t wait to catch ’em next Saturday Aug 7 in Brooklyn!

Big posts coming to this blog very soon. Check the new “Writings” tab before you leave! A soulful top of the month to ya!