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The Joys of Art

Wednesday, January 29, 2003

THE SEASON......Why is it that employers wait until the very last fracking minute to send out tax statements? I haven't received mine yet and I called and talked someone that said that she was working on them now and that she should be putting them in the mail today or tomorrow....They love to make you wait.....Same thing with the crawfish season in Texas....Not the Louisiana crawfish season....The Texas crawfish season starts later and ends sooner than the Louisiana crawfish season and they don't have any in the fall like Louisiana does....So they torture you just like the employer does....LOL....It was sorrowful and poignant hearing Harrold Rollings Jr tell a character (prostitute) on the show In the Heat of the night that if she wanted to stay a prostitute then stay one but don't get AIDS....Things I'd like to buy with my tax money: Two navel rings, Harry Bloom's novel Episode in the Transvaal, Lord of The Rings: Fellowship of the Ring, Virginia Woolf's novel Orlando, crawfish, groceries, a Playstation2 game for my son and frog food for my African Dwarf Frogs....Then I'll have to wait until next tax season when I'll be calling on the phone asking when the tax statements will be mailed out again.....

Monday, January 13, 2003

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ORLANDO BLOOM....May you be blessed and have many more....

Saturday, January 11, 2003

"Facts are twisted, illusions fostered, truth destroyed to prove that the perverted is normal, the sordid noble, the brutal beautiful, the guilty innocent, the coward a hero, disaster a victory-and the reverse of all these things."--Harry Bloom Episode in the Transvaal
I love that quote as it reveals to me the reasons of a lot of perverted stuff that goes on in this country....There are a lot of things that are going on in this country that just makes me "wanna holla" or just plain "shake my head"....How can a mother trust finding love on the internet to the extent that she takes off to spend Christmas and New years with someone she met on the internet and at the same time leave her children to survive on frozen food such as Bagel Bites and corn dogs....We are living in an age of desperation.....I am being called an "activist" as of late....I don't know yet if that term describes me....Harry Bloom was an activist and Dr. Martin Luther King was an activist....But me--an activist?!!! Maybe that is why I am so "disgruntled" most of the time....LOL....I guess it is better to be disgruntled than mediocre....Take the Civil Rights movement....You had and still have a lot of activists that were (are) dedicated to promoting racial equality....But someone one forgot to tell us Black people that when the walls were broken down, it was not a time to start hob nobbing with the very people that we were fighting against to prove that we were just as equal to them, as if we had finished the "job"....Knocking down the walls didn't constitute the end of the battle--merely the beginning...It calls upon us to show that we as a Black people are willing to give more than just the effort it takes to be equal with our White counterparts....Shaking my head...Therein is where the weak link in the Civil Rights chain lies folks...We as Black people think that we have "arrived"....Shaking my head again....Now days we have black college students that brag about about their mediocre efforts but yet will expect to be let into the top medical and law schools....I am not talking about all but there quiet a few out there...In the mean time affirmative action is eroding away right before our very eyes....They say we don't need IT--that we don't deserve IT....

Thursday, January 09, 2003

On August 15, 1999, at 11:55 p.m., while struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth, the strong black woman passed away.

Medical sources say she died of natural causes, but those who knew her know she died from being silent when she should have been screaming, milling when she should have been raging, from being sick and not wanting anyone to know because her pain might inconvenience them.

She died from an overdose of other people clinging to her when she didn't even have energy for herself.

She died from loving men who didn't love themselves and could only offer her a crippled reflection.

She died from raising children alone and for not being able to do a complete job.

She died from the lies her grandmother told her mother and her mother told her about life, men & racism.

She died from being sexually abused as a child and having to take that truth everywhere she went every day of her life, exchanging the humiliation for guilt and back again.

She died from being battered by someone who claimed to love her and she allowed the battering to go on to show she loved him too.

She died from asphyxiation, coughing up blood from secrets she kept trying to burn away instead of allowing herself the kind of nervous breakdown she was entitled to, but only white girls could afford.

She died from being responsible, because she was the last rung on the ladder and there was no one under her she could dump on.

The strong black woman is dead.

She died from the multiple births of children she never really wanted but was forced to have by the strangling morality of those around her.

She died from being a mother at 15 and a grandmother at 30 and an ancestor at 45.

She died from being dragged down and sat upon by un-evolved women posing as sisters.

She died from pretending the life she was living was a Kodak moment instead of a 20th century, post-slavery nightmare!

She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful, just to have a man around the house.

She died from lack of orgasms because she never learned what made her body happy and no one took the time to teach her and sometimes, when she found arms that were tender, she died because they belonged to the same gender.

She died from sacrificing herself for everybody and everything when what she really wanted to do was be a singer, a dancer, or some magnificent other.

She died from lies of omission because she didn't want to bring the black man down.

She died from race memories of being snatched and raped, and snatched and sold, and snatched and bred, and snatched and whipped, and snatched and worked to death.

She died from tributes from her counterparts who should have been matching her efforts instead of showering her with dead words and empty songs.

She died from myths that would not allow her to show weakness without being chastised by the lazy and hazy.

She died from hiding her real feelings until they became hard and bitter enough to invade her womb and breasts like angry tumors.

She died from always lifting something from heavy boxes to refrigerators.

The strong black woman is dead.

She died from the punishments received from being honest about life, racism & men.

She died from being called a b.... for being verbal, a dyke for being assertive, and a whore for picking her own lovers.

She died from never being enough of what men wanted, or being too much for the men she wanted.

She died from being too black, and died again for not being black enough.

She died from castration every time somebody thought of her as only a woman, or treated her like less than a man.

She died from being misinformed about her mind, her body & the extent of her royal capabilities.

She died from knees pressed too close together because respect was never part of the foreplay that was being shoved at her.

She died from loneliness in birthing rooms and aloneness in abortion centers.

She died of shock in courtrooms where she sat, alone, watching her children being legally lynched.

She died in bathrooms with her veins busting open with self-hatred and neglect.

She died in her mind, fighting life racism, & men, while her body was carted away and stashed in a human warehouse for the spiritually mutilated.

And sometimes when she refused to die, when she just refused to give in, she was killed by the lethal images of blonde hair, blue eyes and flat butts, rejected by the O.J.'s, the Quincy's, & the Poitiers.

Sometimes, she was stomped to death by racism & sexism, executed by hi-tech ignorance while she carried the family in her belly, the community on her head, and the race on her back!

The strong silent, talking black woman is dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Or is she still alive and kicking??????????????

I know I still see them here.

Girlfriends.... take care of yourselves....


Sunday, January 05, 2003

FULL-BLOOM LOVE...Now days my life is complete with my Orlando Bloom screen saver, my Orlando Bloom (Legolas) wall paper for the computer and my hotskins of Orlando Bloom...Sigh....I am in Full-Bloom Love!!! And if I can find a thong with Orlando's Pic on it, it will be mine too...I was reading where Orlando Bloom's father, the late (novelist) Harry Bloom was an anti-apartheid activist who worked along side Nelson Mandela and was also persecuted and jailed for his beliefs....I can see why Orlando possesses a noble-like quality....So ya'll know I had to go and see The Two Towers. I saw it Friday...I am sure most of my friends are saying that they are surprised that my ass didn't go and see it as soon as it came out....I was scheduled to do just that but my son doesn't like stuff that scares him so it was Treasure Planet for me that night. Anyway, I like the nice cozy setting I had when I went and saw The Two Towers--no kids, no ex husband to share the theatre with....I felt that I practically had Legolas all to myself that night...I am still developing my story line for my novel which is gonna be loosely based on a dream that I had...Anyhow....Happy New Year to everyone ( Happy New Year Orlando!!!) and may your New Year be exciting....I guess I haven't had much to write about lately but I assure you that my posts will get better and be more frequent...After all, next month NASCAR will be up and running for another season...I know folks get pissed off when I talk about NASCAR. But just think....Snicker...My favorite sport lasts almost 10 months out of 12...So if it irritates you, plan to be irritated for most of the year FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!!! Ya'll know I loves me some Jeff Gordon and Dale Earnhardt Jr. Nascar brings out the creative side in me...Then there is crawfish season....Louisiana crawfish season....Ca C'est Bon!!! Crawfish is a big part of the Louisiana economy...I am just doing my part by buying American--be it crawfish or whatever....Besides seafood contains endorphins and there is nothing more I'd like is to be eating some hot, spicy crawfish, washing it down with some beer and going home to make love to some sexy ass Cajun (insert also the name "Orlando Bloom" here). Eating crawfish brings out my creative side also...I mean, if we were down on Bourbon Street and it was Mardi Gras and I had eaten some crawfish and drank some Budweiser, you'd better believe that I would be showing "the thong" amongst other things and doing the Rump Shaker with the best of them...Then there are navel rings...I have never been a jewelry person...Some earings and a necklace is good enough for me, and they don't even have to be expensive...But ever since I got my navel pierced I have been on a quest for that one navel ring that embodies me as the person that I truly am....Just call it Lord of the Navel Rings....LOL...I plan to start selling navel rings also...You can't get good navel rings here in town---blue crabs either for that matter....Navel rings bring out my creative side also....With all these inspirations, look for me to be fresh, new, and vibrant in this new year of 2003....