“Art heals. If we’re in the presence of art we are taking the cure and that is revolutionary.”—Desi “Passing Strange”
Watching Spike Lee’s documentary of the last run of this amazing play for the first time. I truly recommend it. Eisa Davis (niece of Angela Davis) stars in the play as well and my awesome interview with her can be heard on the past shows page of www.thebsideshow.com
keeping up with my poem a week shit. I started this a while ago, around the time Kanye dropped his album and I heard the full version of Devil In A New Dress. I wrote this to the music interlude that happens around the 2:48 before Rick Ross jumps on.
I’m not even sure why You intrigue me.
Long hair, pretty face it’s so deceiving. You barely even notice I’m alive. I make attempts at Your heart but You don’t seem to recognize. Is it my pride That makes these feelings occasionally fade away? Angels guarding my heart from the devil’s take away.
You take away my time.
You don’t walk you glide.
Want to be there.
Spandex tight. High boot life Mixed with Your skin, Every sin is so dream like.
Sinning to the world, the devil’s twirl.
Dizzy demon like. Fiend like. Maybe me like?
You seem to like dark colors.
Maybe it’s just season. And everything seems to fit you for no apparent reason.
“Law 48: Assume Formlessness”—I finally finished 48 Laws of Power (internet/tv/phone outage will do that to you) and I believe the final law is my favorite. It’s basically saying stay on the move and move in silence. Be “formless” so that your enemy has nothing to grasp.
I watched a film about comedian Robin Harris last week and at the end of it comedian Joe Torry said one of the things he remembered was a lesson from Robin about being a comedian. He told him that his job was the be funny and write jokes. To write at least one joke a day, at the end of the year you will have at least 365 jokes.
I LOVE that and have decided to try that form of thinking. A poem a day. I started March 1st so by now I should have 7 poems right? Nope, only 1, so I’ve decided to take baby steps and do a poem a week. The last thing I want to do is force myself to write and crank out garbage for the sake of creating a poem for the day. I wont share them all but I thought this one was cool. I wrote it in studio and just titled it "Exit Stage Right".
So, let me get this straight...Charlie Sheen can make a "porn family", Kelsey Grammar can end a 15 year marriage over the phone, Larry King can be on divorce #9, Britney Spears had a 55 hour marriage, Jesse James and Tiger Woods, while married, were having sex with EVERYONE. Yet, the idea of same-sex marriage is going to destroy the institution of marriage? Really? Reblog if you are proud to support equal rights.
“I’m tired of pretending like I’m not special, I’m tired of pretending I’m not bitching a total fricking rock star from mars. People can’t figure me out, they can’t process me. I don’t expect them to, you can’t process me with a normal brain.”—
Fuck what you heard, I’m convinced this man is a genius and we are all the crazy ones. He has two 24 year old girlfriends and a bitching rock star life. You mad? He’s #winning. Ha.