“We don’t fall in love by accident” —Karkar
“Immigrant even if you come from a great family, the people around here know nothing of your fame and fortune.” —Karkar
Great, resourceful book. Have read it so many times and it has often reassured me when I needed it to. Wonder why I do not own this gem?
Art and Fear
Ted Bayles and David Orland (Image Continuum Press, $12.95)
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that?
— Tilda Swinton
— David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster: And Other Essays
— Charles Baudelaire
From the TED Talks Series
I am honored to be from the same country as this woman and sharing a part of her heritage in the Igbo line. I found this talk to be incredibly inspiring not simply for my own subjective imprint and connection to her identity, but in the overall message of having a one-dimensional story attachment to a place, a person, that can be so crippling to the overall human experience. I also loved how she brilliantly connoted having a single-story of an individual is ripping someone of his/her dignity. that to me is so unbelievably poignant and true. You must watch this talk, regardless of your heritage, beliefs, nationality, ethnographic leanings, &etc. Do your self the favor, it is beyond worth the chance to educate oneself on such an important point that so many still have not grasped in the history of human interaction and communication.
— A carefree black girl
— Patti Smith
Patti Smith moved to New York in the late 1960s and, over the next few years, while living with photographer Robert Mapplethorpe, established a reputation as a writer of fierce vision and uncompromising originality. She trafficked in the underground theater scene (where she collaborated with playwright Sam Shepard on the play Cowboy Mouth) and published poems in small press editions, which, along with her published rock criticism, established Smith in the New York arts scene of the early 1970s.
Her February 1971 poetry reading at St. Mark’s Church, where rock critic Lenny Kaye joined her for three songs on guitar, opened the door for her future recordings. The two hit it off right away, discovering a shared interest in obscure rock records. Two years later, Smith and Kaye reunited for a concert in celebration of Rimbaud, and the seeds for a band were sown. Adding Richard Sohl on piano the following year, the trio found regular gigs in and around New York.
Patti Smith - Poetry Readings
— Nikki Giovanni