All Aboard!! on my streetcar named Desire
I went to see a few of the P3 exhibits around town and came upon one by the Propeller Group that featured a film about and not about a Vietnamese funeral. The take away – when you try to forget someone, you end up remembering them – so remember them … till you forget them.
I found this rather poignant given the last week. On Tuesday, someone wrote to tell me he no longer wished to communicate, and on Wednesday in a light store, I met Sty. I asked him if, “He was looking for a light?” and guess what he said. This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine …
What’s coincidental about eight months ago Stella arriving and now [Stanley] coming in on her heels (no pun) – Tennessee would be so proud of this plot twist.
Ah yes, a woman with a past narrates a rich and interesting life moving forward, not backwards – silly! You say no mas, but who is talking about the past? The present is not jarring, it is multiflorous and mellifluous. And we all strut across the stage … erect.
I’ve gone on break from social media having spent the last few days being entertained by a luddite – a music man uninterested in technology; the only platform he uses is a talking drum and an open heart. Mmmmm. Nize.
In my late night confessions, I have admitted to being a Warrior of the Light. You see, you have to be a warrior, to actually see the light – it’s in the manual.
