Said body and senses and instinct and suspense prepare for the violent outbreak of a sneeze.
All that mattered previous to this spasm is as insignificant as a comb to a dying man.
Even breathing would hinder this fixation with readiness of what is inevitable.
I raise my hands in surrender or perhaps simply to coordinate with
The expulsion of air from my lungs and the base of me.
My nasal mucosa and whatever supposed to
Has been irritated and this release
This inevitable exoneration is
On the verge but soon
God will bless me
And I… I…
I choose my words carefully as I narrate accounts and anecdotes of my happenings as of late.
Unlike the fumbling of a programmer who garbles through blurred code and languages,
I paint imagery with sentences as colorful ribbons would blow in the wind at a parade.
And then… suddenly, like some silent, violent sneeze and the void it leaves behind
What was once there is no longer before my memory or the eye of my mind.
A cord has been severed between my brain and my motor skills.
Words not yet said are on the tip of my tongue
As the sneeze was at the base of my lung
Or a familiar tune heard not quite sung.
Something is amiss and near
Will you be there?
“The great thing is, if one can, to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions in one’s “own” or “real” life. The truth is, of course, that what one regards as interruptions are precisely one’s life.” – C.S. Lewis
“In December 2007, over 2000 American Muslims were asked what they would wish to say to the rest of the world. This is what they said…”
“A Land Called Paradise” was performed Kareem Salama, the first popular Muslim country music-western singer (how cool is THAT?).
And in case you’re wondering… no, I’m not Muslim nor intending to convert. I’m Christian. More importantly, I’m human and I love my Muslim brothers and sisters. This video puts a human face on the people who live according to a religion that has been hijacked by extremists and terrorists.
I love the Fall. Don’t believe me? Just re-read the piece I re-posted on my blog today and this one here and then my first post ever here. It’s the first day of Fall and the aftermath of a great flood which was the result of over a week of torrential and non-stop rain. I’ve often wondered why the sun seems to shine brighter after a great and traumatic storm. The sky reflects a blue that is almost pure enough to see God. Maybe there is some great life lesson and reflection of praise in there somewhere. Maybe.
This past work week had “crummy” scrawled all over it but I was looking forward to the reward of hanging out with my sons at week’s end. Circumstances beyond my reach aborted those plans but I still had an opportunity to share lunch with them on Saturday at this small little spot in Austell called Ruchda (pronounced roosh-dah) Wings. Pictured below, you can see that Kenn 2.0 was more than excited to get out of the house and Spencer dug deep in his wallet to pay. Not.
Love you, Spencer and Kenn. You are the sauce beneath my wings
1989 was funky summer. 20 years later, the summer is still… funky.
This past weekend, my namesake and I participated in celebrating the 20th anniversary of the groundbreaking film by Spike Lee, Do The Right Thing at the Fox Theatre. We had opportunity to meet the visionary icon of film and spend a bit of time in exchange with him. Apparently, not many people knew of his scheduled appearance at a bookstore in Atlanta so we enjoyed the casual accessibility.
Do The Right Thing is such an amazing film and I was reminded of my previous fixation with it and the anthem by Public Enemy that permeates throughout the movie. It was awesome to see Rosie Perez gyrate to the opening titles and share that experience with my son.
If you haven’t viewed the movie in a while (or ever), I urge you to check it out (regardless of your ethnicity). It is not a black movie. There were no reported race riots that immediately followed the release of the film as the irresponsible and fear-mongering media attempted to provoke. What there was was a dialogue between cultures and ethnicities that is still quite relevant today.
“Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant s** to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple and plain
Mother**** him and John Wayne
Cause I’m Black and I’m proud” – excerpt from “Fight The Power” by Public Enemy
Dear, Mr. Tomasino,
Now everyone one will know
That you love drinking cheese dip
And you have monkey toes
You’re smarter than a chess move
That has no where to go
You’re a living circus act
And your cat has a sniffy nose
Oh… and today is your birthday
So go on ahead and strike a pose