ESQUIREs IN LOVE with a kid named Ralphie. He is my Heaven here on Earth.
"This is another American myth – that people want to really believe right now that only dollars matter. Because not only does it allow the collusion of people of color with the perpetuation of white supremacy, or women with the perpetuation of patriarchy it also creates a culture where there is no moral or ethical valuation that you can bring to bear upon anything ‘cause the assumption is that we all share the common morality of the dollar which is, get as much as you can as quickly as you can by any means necessary."
— @bellhooks
(Source: sonofbaldwin)
"What you lack in expertise you must make up for in enthusiasm, for the one who tries with all his heart, is usually the one who succeeds most. When the world seems against you, it is those who show heart, who conquer troubles first."
—
(Source: thegodlight)
(Source: spectrum-of-emotion, via soulpancake)
"A lot of men can’t tell you what it means to be a man because they were never allowed to learn. They were only taught patriarchy."
— @Anti_Intellect (BOOM!)
(Source: sonofbaldwin)
In case your box is still in tact… en totale.
The Piano Lesson (by Loumademe)
I love when cinema, music, literature and history converge. Thank you August Wilson for “The Piano Lesson”. Thank you Courtney Vance, Charles Dutton, Carl Gordon, and Lou Myers for singing and Branford Marsalis for putting “Berta Berta” on “I Heard You Twice the First Time”, and thank you Lloyd Richards for bringing this work to a world wide audience in 1995. And most importantly I thank my ancestors for enduring. This blew my 14 year old mind to pieces, shattering the box I once lived in. This is art… Love it.
Piano Lessons (by SoulRedd)
RANDOM THOUGHT 06/02/12- So Is It Snowing In Your Bedroom?
Again I have been a nonwriting workaholic jerk full of thoughts that should have been captured and memorialized sometime ago but thats the life I live; putting those things I Love most on the backburnner only to suffer in the interim. I only come alive when I come to Love. Today I am loving by sharing my words. Feels good. On with the show I suppose. So I had a dream about a house in which the inhabitants were complaining to me about the snow that keep falling in the palor next to the staircase. Upon entering this room, I could no longer hear the mistress of the manor. I could only see a blurry vision of her out the corner of my eye, wrapped tight in a yellow wool shawl, beautiful against her blue black skin, but I could not hear her. I felt warm and free in this room with a ceiling from which snow fell nonstop. It didnt accumulate on the floor. It just fell into a nothingness. A nowhere. I had this dream a few days ago and thought I could shake it but the snow in the burgundy room of the house of the lady with the yellow shawl has haunted me. Literally. I remember that the lady didnt like the snow at all, but I couldnt help thinking that this was by far the most beautiful enigmatic thing on which I had ever laid my eyes. I kept thinking here is where I want to make love, create life, create art, sleep forever. I wanted this room. The rest of the house bothered and disturbed me. Old and and made me feel unsafe, unwanted. The rest of the house was someone’s life, but this room was the seat of MY soul. Im still not sure what all this means because as I have said before, God speaks to me in my dreams and (S)He has this way of doing it Twin Peaks style. I am still thinking about it, especially my feelings about this room that I felt belonged to me yet it was in the possession of a stranger who complained about it incessantly to the point where she wept. It was as if she was begging me to fix what I didnt see as a problem other than it was mine and I needed to have it.
There is something that is mine that I must have but I need for this beautiful crying annoying creature to give it back to me. Let me have it… My life is suddenly whole with it but seemingly fragmented and abridged without it.
I just dont know what it is.
ESQUIRE BRUNCHES WITH THE FINE BUNCH. Brunch last week with Barja, Jerome, John, Termika and Terrence. Good Times.
More? Yes. Please.
Find out who you are…
and see it.
Find out what you are…
and free it.
Find out who you Love…
and need it.
Find out what you gain…
and be it.
That’s What’s Up.
"I refuse to believe/ that my life’s gonna be/ just some string of incompletes/ never to lead me to anything remotely close to a homelife…"
— JhnMyr
"To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself."
— Thich Nhat Hanh
(Source: kemetically-ankhtified)
