2 SISTERS

TELL ME

Tell me about July,

Tell me about 2009

Tell me about june

Tell me about this year

Tell me about may

Tell me about now

Tell me about april

Tell me bab-aaaaaaay,

Tell me.

 

The now now is speaking

Its carrying  trucks of conversations about boy boy

Into the debris of yester- minutes

Quilts are skillfully creating themselves

Weaving nostalgia fearful dreams in with musty smells of a decaying todays

Ba-baaaaaaaaaaay

We are dancing the sweet day away.

Sucking on unknown nectars

I will tell you all about the snow that melted

Only to be dumped in spring.

 

Tell me babay

Have you fucked lately?

Fucked what?

Words, music, dance

Fucked to fuck

To consummate?

Fucked for the sake of fucking with language?

Fucked Johnny down the street?

Babaaaaaaaay I will tell you of all the ways ….

But mother reads

And reads she does this page

 here here

 

Baaaaabay

Now is precious, precious

Now now now

I will tell you all about now.

Reading this book was like receiving a $20 therapy session from an empathetic best friend whose experiences sources its self from academia and the real world. Alice Walker does a magical job in the way she speaks of love. Love of oneself, friendship love, romantic love and love with the universe at large. Love: the book sings in a beautiful lullaby is simple, complex, painful, filled with much of the unspoken as it is with the spoken. Love is colorful and vibrant, quiet and dark, healing and powerful, destructive and cautionary. Love, like the people who engage with it, accept it, or run away from it, love it, or hate it: is as fragile as it is strong.  Love is human. Imperfect but so very perfect in its imperfections. The reading was as liberating as it was confining and ultimately, I have come to cherish the book, the words, and the stories that continue to swirl in my head.

NYALA BI-WEEKLY TUESDAY NIGHTS. MUSIC, POETRY, GREAT FOOD AND A BEAUTIFUL SPACE OF INSPIRATION

AS CLICHE as the story goes...

As cliche and slow as My blueberry Nights was, the end of the movie was beautiful. In some corny splendor my heart fluttered a little bit as i likened myself to the blueberry pie (nora jones) character falls in love with. I am now inclined to watch more short films by Kar Wai Wong, the director of my blueberry nights.