I’m beginning to have a lot more to say on my blog. Not a whole lot about things that matter but something, nonetheless. Today is probably something to say.
Well, you know down here in Georgia, the young fella made a motion to go in that school and act like he was gonna shoot it up. I really don’t know his real intentions. Folk are complex, know what I mean? Anyhow, I have a friend in that school. She said he busted up the window where the Pre-K class was, then went to the entrance (and you have to be buzzed in unless you’re slick and walk behind somebody) and made himself known.
She said folk keep asking how they got away. Have feet, will run. Plus, no bullets were shot from this fella’s gun, so that helped. Said a teacher had taken this one kid to the restroom and he said he wasn’t finished. She said, “You’re finished now!” and took that child and ran. Folks were running in the woods, she said. All this time, I thought she was still at the middle school working and come to find out, she was running for her life this week. You just never know, huh…
Used to be this kinda thing mostly happened at the post office. Not that any place is better for it to happen…
Thank you for hanging out with me. As a non-drinker/smoker, I feel like when I blog, I’m hanging out in a bar, so to speak – exchanging words and utter nonsense. In virtual communities, you can be multiple folk or simply let your hair down and be yourself. I like that. I don’t care how many folk you are ’cause it’s so unlikely we’ll ever meet anyhow. And if we did meet, I wouldn’t be mad ’cause you said you’re an airplane pilot when you really drive a taxi. It’s not like I can cast stones. Well, I could but there’s no long term glory in that.
If I were gonna be on the deceptive side, I’d more than likely tell you I was a naturopath doctor or something of that nature. Like, I could find so many cures to stuff with Google and you’d never know. Matter of fact, I have a cure for toothaches. I have a cure for a number of ailments, actually. I keep a stash of books around here, so I really could help you if need be. I know. My background’s in art but I have to know a lot about a lotta things as an artist. If you’re not an artist, you can’t possibly understand the intensity of what I do…which is why…I’m applying to medical school. It would behoove you to make an appointment with me once I set up my practice so I can practice on you.
In the meantime, I’m gonna keep shop here on this blog, experimenting with words, art and whatever moves me. Thank you again for hanging out and being you or whoever you choose to be.
I have another game. First, I have to tell you the answer to the previous game we played. The image in that post for the first game is a portrait of Marilyn Monroe. The music artist is Sheila E. Did the words of the song match up with her life a little? They did to me. Anyhow, Sheila E is one helluva drummer and always looks sexy while doing it. The E stands for Escovedo and her father is Pete Escovedo, also a musician. If you’re familiar with Prince, you may recognize the Minneapolis sound. If you don’t know Prince’s music, you have been terribly deprived and I feel so deeply sorry for you. Congrats to Linda, at The Good, The Bad, The Worse. She guessed everything right. She is one hip diva. Not that the rest of you aren’t. She’s just probably more hip or something like that. She probably takes diva pills or wears a patch. Who knows…
Anyhow, watch Sheila E perform Glamorous Life and do her thing on the drums in this video:
To go on with our game today, we’re recognizing another musical talent. I surely hope you haven’t been deprived twice. If so, I’m gonna have to write out a bootleg prescription for some Get A Life. I just had me some the other day. The low dosage, that is. It really should be easy, folks. For the prize, I’m gonna blow you a nice little kiss.
I used to read James Baldwin in high school. I didn’t understand much about what I read but I did with time and age. I’d long before discovered other African-American writers in 7th grade. When I came upon them, because they weren’t introduced to me early on in school, I thought I came upon a gold mine.
Now, Baldwin was quite eloquent with language. I thought I was smart for reading his work. He was also the writer to challenge Maya Angelou to write her biography as literature. She met the challenge and I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings was born.
My aunt, whose husband was in the military, met Baldwin in Paris, where he relocated. He was downright tired of the racism in America and lived out his days in France. I don’t know if my aunt was at his apartment or where she was when she met him. I knew that must’ve been a treat for her because she was sharp and worked at the Library of Congress where folk register their titles.
If you think you might delve into Baldwins’ work, try If Beale Street Could Talk, which I found to be an easier read than his later works. You may also be interested in his essays. Folk who read essays are real smart, I think. I read them sometimes, therefore, I’m smart some of the time too.
I’m not sure when Baldwin appeared on this particular episode of Dave Cavett’s show. He was, however, speaking for the time. Not only was Mr Baldwin a novelist and essayist, he also wrote plays. One was entitled Go Tell It on the Mountain.
You can learn more about James Baldwin at Biography.com.
Now that both conventions are over, we’re on the campaign trails of President Barack Obama and Mitt Romney. I, ladies and gentleman folks, have been invited to participate in a PBS special, Race 2012, by Monica Medina of Monica’s Tangled Web. I’m so excited about this invitation ’cause it gives me a creative opportunity to write and compose new art applicable to a pivotal time in our history. Thank you again, Monica.
With that said, I hope you’ll join me for a series of posts, starting October 2 and each Tuesday thereafter, leading to the election as I delve into race and politics in the way that I try to do. Honestly. I’m even considering taking Beatrice from Apt. 7B along with me. I could use the company out here on the trail. As long as she’s not trying to take over, she can hang. Know what I’m saying?
I know folks from other countries occasion this little blog, so you’re more than welcome to hone in. Race and elections aren’t just an American thing, you know. I look forward to your thoughts, whatever they may be. Also, there will be other bloggers and artists joining in, so you’ll get to hear more folk than me. I’ll add links to my Tuesday posts so you won’t be out there in virtual wonderland not knowing where to go after you leave my place. Okay? You won’t need a map or nothing. Just click the link and be on your merry way.
Now. When you do come over to my place, I’ll have some virtual desserts and punch set out. Remember what your mama taught you, folks. Don’t come on an empty stomach trying to gobble up everything in the vicinity. Alright? This is more about feeding your brain anyhow.
I’ll see you good folks around real soon. And shut the door tight on your way out. These flies ain’t no joke down south.