Monday, November 29, 2010

DeathOfASoldier

The Death of a Soldier

Life contracts and death is expected,
As in a season of autumn.
The soldier falls.
He does not become a 3-days personage,
Imposing his separation,
Calling for pomp.

Death is absolute and without memorial,
As in a season of autumn,
When the wind stops,
when the wind stops and, over the heavens,
The clouds go, nevertheless,
In their direction.

-Wallace Stevens

Sunday, November 28, 2010

थौघ्ट्स फॉर free

there are infinite realities, a multitude of languages, varying degrees of rigor put into th presentation, and of course decisions wrought by circumstance.
with all these overlapping or conflicting or coalescing variables (you can tell which is happening), it's amazing when you can actually have profound understanding betweeen two or more individuals.

and in the quest for understanding, i find that love is war. but i am on a peace-keeping mission. how to solve this paradox is the deepest of mysteries, and the path to which seems exceedingly circuitous. let it be, the long and winding road... simplicity be th essense of desire.. so no go chasin waterfalls...

eat whatever you like, sometimes. but don't say it tastes good when it doesn't

do: find %[*]?&(-_-)

Friday, November 26, 2010

Things I will miss about Chicago

(when there was) sun, as it came in thru the window of my apartment on Blue Island; transience but i still will miss some who knew and know me: Mercy, Steve, Akua, Cat, Shulamit, Young Joon+Marvin, TwjuanaSimone, Malik, Justin+Vivian, Ann Marie, Marty, Dave aka Pollo, Elvia, Mateo n Shira (&the various indigenites you always w/), Mike Williams, E aka DJ Skar, Papa G, Lina+Ben, Casey Mae, Geli, Blaine and all who held me down during the Hyde Park years (I'm only namin those still in the Wind); Another Barber Shop: Fresh tapers @ Bwat's; R.I.P. Fred Anderson - The Velvet Lounge (no replacing the original venue); Els ento The Loop; Jarritos que he comprado de ElGuero y Pete's Produce; biking those long wide streets in the summer; Simone's and late-night randomness @ EXIT;

multi-colored brilliance of the lake in the spring+summer; nocturnallee...painting solitary nights; the short summer and long cold windy winter (I WON'T miss that, but I'll always think of you too); UofC campus; alienation and the intense solitude of the midwilderness; bright days followed by utter doldrums; the bus to Mexico idling outside my window each Friday night (like now); Pollo Express pero mas mis amigos a la Chicken Planet on Jackson; cruisin on LSD (lake shore drive); bands i was in: Nguzo + Health&Beauty...It could've been so sweet, but the ego is a powerful drug(not mine of choice, but i'll always be strong of voice);

cookin stirfry or mi curry turkey burgers; at Horacio n dem's spot on 52nd barbecuin chicken...or anything w/ mad modelo, patron, smoke n limes; drums and jams en mi casa o tambien en las calles; "Where's all your ties, man?"; utter loneliness that can come more easily when u can't feel tha love no matter where you go, the weather, or your rate of success; where did all the time go?

THAI FOOD! the Blue Kangaroo; pale mediocracy; Old Style; Avreeayl Ra, Nicole Mitchell, Corey Wilkes, the Drastics, Akasha, Baby Brutha, Isaiah Spencer, Mikey August; the inception of Apple Tutors USA; frequent breaks by th lake of the Adler; livin a million lives w/out a 9-5; the rodnificence, anonymouslee hustlin; harsh wind starin in ma face but th spirit of creation that dem confusion can never break; dancin at live shows goin home soakin wet; lookin for love in all th wrong places (but found it for a few stolen moments, some worthy opponents yet i guess never quite the right components);

th Original Pancake House and finding the City of 400 parks; the city of nowhere to hide and nowhere to park; like runnin into O or my ex out late somewhere; the Woodlawn Tap; parts of da Southside lookin/smellin/soundin like I'm really down South; Harold's chicken n wine; lentil soup at the Nile; trips to da Norfside fa pizza at 3am; or the temporary madhouse that might've been Arturo's after kickin it around Six Corners; bumpin some hot sh!t cruisin the Grid - but then the occasional diagonal (cuz I be needin dat hypotenuse); never leavin tha city (cuz where would i go if not hundreds of miles away).... well ok..there i go. vini vidi vici..
...one love chi-town; here's to packin at the speed of get me th f*ck outta here!..................time to get to back to [0].

Thursday, November 25, 2010

माय DabbleboardLet's build something together

http://www.dabbleboard.com/draw?b=readylee&i=0&c=6ea244abef6f63dfdece41d8066155d6eeb843f3

"my brain is not working right now"

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