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Built to carry weight

I will still stand up  even if it all falls down Stand & deliver flying over shaking ground That be my measure for all you that  come to weigh I am good in the storm My Gods built me to … Continue reading

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Seven Guitars, A Glorious Gaze at the Mundane

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Wilson meets us where we live in all our drama and turmoil amidst the mundane backdrop of one day following another despite the brutality of the previous one. Continue reading

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Art as an Intentional Interruption: Walking Wounded

  Children Soldiers And the bones sing the pain of Tutsi children with parents lost and separated Some quite literally head from shoulders that could not carry the rages of  war. There is a church in Nymata where the skulls on the pews … Continue reading

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Seven of One, Five of the Other: Half way through August Wilson’s Century Cycle

Wilson is a bluesologist and we are blues people. Avotcja Jiltonilro explained to me once that the blues as we know it actually evolved from praise music not from the angst of the American experience as we have been taught. It is our song. Our ever overstanding of the beauty and majesty inherent in life and our heart’s determination to continue beating. Continue reading

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home in the graveyard

brothers hug corner dreamstil they bleedcuz that’s allthey own i woke up lastnight dreamed i built me a homeI pray my grave is not the only land I ever own

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I do not believe the presidency  of the United States of America is a sole proprietorship. I have  entertained a different idea every since I read Taylor Caldwell’s Captain’s and the Kings. Like most of the American public; I have often been instructed by fiction. … Continue reading

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First Funeral, 2013

Forever young never to be a grand father early in your day the work of you is done you were like the heat that never found the sun the shine resting in the diamond the tune up before the song … Continue reading

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Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom

In the sorrowful funk and divine fury of the music there is a delicately etched study of humanity for us to consider if we want more than entertainment from our theater. Continue reading

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Happy Cul-du-Sac: A Personal Deconstruction of North American Holidays.

I do believe in the New Year. I like how it involves reflection, resolutions and comes with a clean slate like the turning of a page. My birthday is January 4th so the Year for me personally really begins then. This is all very personal. But I don’t think I am alone in the generality of repurposing American Holidays by North American Africans. Continue reading

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Gem; Again

Since I last wrote about Mr. Wilson, and his contribution to my foundation, some time has passed. Of course a great deal has happened. I have read the entire Pittsburgh Cycle and have dedicated myself to the production of as … Continue reading

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