Saturday, December 25, 2010

in everyplace, having gotten used to the wind, i'd close my eyes, not so i could sleep, but so that i could see. this is how i traveled to you in dreams worth more than most porches generations sat on & spilled sweet tea on. i thought about your conception of little creatures and how monsters came to be in the dark, "it was from thirst and hunger that their names and faces changed." in the peak of night and the pit of hope, you fed them and gave them water to drink like the clothes off your back. too shy to look me in the eye, you said to me in the same visceral way you would to anyone, " this is how i found you and myself."

Sunday, December 5, 2010

the roots, like most visionaries, can start at fela kuti and end up somewhere like : we knew from the start that things fall apart. i really l o v e them.