Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
MJ ...
In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort ...
In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream ...
And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe ...
(Michael Jackson, address at Oxford University 2001)
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Tryo ...
You cannot even begin to imagine the great power that you are ...
History is YOU ...
It is YOU that creates history ...
Tu n'imagines pas la puissance que tu es ...
L'histoire c'est toi ...
L'histoire c'est toi qui la fait ...
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Ghassan Kanafani ...
I write well because I believe in a cause, in principles ... The day I leave these principles, my stories will become empty ... If I were to leave behind my principles, you yourself would not respect me ...
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God ...
No moment is ever eternity...
But it has its right to weep ...
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Interesting Read ...
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
She Had Never Seen The Ocean ... By Jafar Alam

This girl once told me
She had never seen the ocean
Has never smelled the salt
That wakes her inside
Never heard the sound of waves echoing
From the inside of her body
She had never seen the ocean ...
I thought to myself ...
Where does she let her memories sleep ?
If she drowns
Who would come and find her ? ©
She had never seen the ocean
Has never smelled the salt
That wakes her inside
Never heard the sound of waves echoing
From the inside of her body
She had never seen the ocean ...
I thought to myself ...
Where does she let her memories sleep ?
If she drowns
Who would come and find her ? ©
Monday, January 10, 2011
Lorraine Hansberry ...
There is always something left to love ...
And if you ain't learned that ...
And if you ain't learned that ...
You ain't learned nothing ...
Hafiz ...
I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness ...
The astonishing light of your own being ...
The astonishing light of your own being ...
Monday, January 3, 2011
Audre Lorde ...
Looking inward and outward at once ...
Before and after ...
Seeking a now that can breed futures ...
Like bread in our children's mouths ...
So their dreams will not reflect the death of ours ...
Before and after ...
Seeking a now that can breed futures ...
Like bread in our children's mouths ...
So their dreams will not reflect the death of ours ...
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Look at the sky: That is for you ... Look at each person's face as you pass on the street: Those faces are for you ...
And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: All these things are for you ...
They are as much for you as they are for other people ...
Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing
- (Miranda July)
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
The Lost Joy ... By Olive Schreiner
Friday, December 10, 2010
A Litany For Survival ... By Audre Lorde (The Black Unicorn)
For those of us who live at the shoreline
Standing upon the constant edges of decision
Crucial and alone
For those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
Who love in doorways coming and going
In the hours between dawns
Looking inward and outward
At once before and after
Seeking a now that can breed
Futures
Like bread in our children's mouths
So their dreams will not reflect
The death of ours
For those of us
Who were imprinted with fear
Like a faint line in the center of our foreheads
Learning to be afraid with our mother's milk
For by this weapon
This illusion of some safety to be found
The heavy-footed hoped to silence us
For all of us
This instant and this triumph
We were never meant to survive
And when the sun rises we are afraid
It might not remain
When the sun sets we are afraid
It might not rise in the morning
When our stomachs are full we are afraid
Of indigestion
When our stomachs are empty we are afraid
We may never eat again
When we are loved we are afraid
Love will vanish
When we are alone we are afraid
Love will never return
And when we speak we are afraid
Our words will not be heard
Nor welcomed
But when we are silent
We are still afraid
So it is better to speak
Remembering
We were never meant to survive
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence ... And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside ... I have one too, of course ... Like everybody else ... But sometimes it gets out of hand ... It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up ... What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person ...
- (Haruki Murakami)
- (Haruki Murakami)
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Ya Basta ... By Jafar Alam
Ya bani Adam (O Children of Adam)
Ya bani Adam (O Children of Adam)
Ya basta ...
Ya basta ...
O Children of Eve
O Children of Eve
Basta ya ...
Basta ya ...
Enough is enough (c)
Ya bani Adam (O Children of Adam)
Ya basta ...
Ya basta ...
O Children of Eve
O Children of Eve
Basta ya ...
Basta ya ...
Enough is enough (c)
Adrians Kiss ... By Jafar Alam
Adrian was only 6 years oldWhen his mothers heart stopped beating
He cried
Shook her
And screamed her name
His mouth was full of
Heartbreaking words
When nothing was able
To revive his mom
He kissed her forehead
Later, when the nurse cleaned her body
Her forehead had a small
Wet circle
She washed her face
Carefully around
Adrians kiss (c)
True Story ...
An 8 year old came into my store today and said somethin like:
"No one can touch the sky ... You can touch air, but not the sky" ...
I was like "WORD" ...
"No one can touch the sky ... You can touch air, but not the sky" ...
I was like "WORD" ...
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Her Tears ... by Jafar Alam
Caged Dove ... by Jafar Alam
In The Arms Of Midnight ... By Jafar Alam

Chocolate girl
Your hair looks
Un-beweaveable
Don't give up on tomorrow
It's already praisin'
Today
You aint a regular
Earth dweller
Sweet heart
There's only one caste system ...
That's the human race
And Karma
She's a trip
She's got their names
In her book
You deserve a love
That makes you a priority
Not an option hun
Don't run away from your problems
Lest you start avoiding mirrors
Chocolate girl
You're the realist fairytale
Don't try explaining yourself
To them
How you explain sunshine
To a blind man?
You are the joy of the world
Yeeeeup!
So act like it
Gwan!
Gwan!
Don't be some fool
Baby mama
Boilin' milk over a stove
With lost dreams
These boys
These days
They be fallin' in love
Without love
Don't be so consumed
With the world around you
That you neglect the world
Within you
Start your journey
If they ask for you
Tell em
They can find you
Waiting in the dimple of a moon
In the arms of midnight
Dancing
To the whistle
Of the wind (c)
Your hair looks
Un-beweaveable
Don't give up on tomorrow
It's already praisin'
Today
You aint a regular
Earth dweller
Sweet heart
There's only one caste system ...
That's the human race
And Karma
She's a trip
She's got their names
In her book
You deserve a love
That makes you a priority
Not an option hun
Don't run away from your problems
Lest you start avoiding mirrors
Chocolate girl
You're the realist fairytale
Don't try explaining yourself
To them
How you explain sunshine
To a blind man?
You are the joy of the world
Yeeeeup!
So act like it
Gwan!
Gwan!
Don't be some fool
Baby mama
Boilin' milk over a stove
With lost dreams
These boys
These days
They be fallin' in love
Without love
Don't be so consumed
With the world around you
That you neglect the world
Within you
Start your journey
If they ask for you
Tell em
They can find you
Waiting in the dimple of a moon
In the arms of midnight
Dancing
To the whistle
Of the wind (c)
(Almond Eyes Hears The Dove's Cries, pg. 17)
Monday, November 15, 2010
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