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strive

prophetic dreams blood and feathers shots in the night the shrinking ground edging forward towards open sky or the abyss struggling in the dark looking for the light hoping to fall up bruised by being held down no space for … Continue reading

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on freedom & suffering

to own nothing is to be free or so its said suffering is caused by want they say small footprints with no sign of your passing they say i say sing loudly want things own your want your sorrow your … Continue reading

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one path to transformation

it was a thought a hunger a whisper a nudge, an invitation wanna dance? i said yes. i was good at no. it left me in the no where. so i said yes. yes opened a door- wanna dance? yes. … Continue reading

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How to Ground One’s Self on a Moving Train

Meditation One: Stay in Your own Lane Stay in your own lane. Everyone and everything has a purpose. It is important to find one’s purpose. Not connecting to purpose is a recipe for lifelong frustration. It is like being an … Continue reading

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New Page

mornin dawnin new day upon us sun rising sun shine brand new page get cha news i’m on it brand new day sun rising day dawin brand new day brand new page & if ya reading this ya on it … Continue reading

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The Lower Bottom Playaz; Full Metal

Bullets are usually made of lead. If you cover a lead bullet with copper you get a Full Metal Jacket; an armor piercing projectile. It is our intention to wound you with art. You will leave feeling something. You  will be moved . … Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative # 19: Precious and the State of the Arts (pt. 2 of The Ground on which I stand.)

“If you do not know, I will tell you that black theatre in America is alive … it is vibrant … it is vital … it just isn’t funded. Black theatre doesn’t share in the economics that would allow it to support its artists and supply them with meaningful avenues to develop their talent and broadcast and disseminate ideas crucial to its growth. The economics are reserved as privilege to the overwhelming abundance of institutions that preserve, promote and perpetuate white culture.

That is not a complaint. That is an advertisement. Since the funding sources, both public and private, do not publicly carry avowed missions of exclusion and segregated support, this is obviously either a glaring case of oversight, or we the proponents of black theatre have not made our presence or needs known.” August Wilson Continue reading

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