- N'Delamiko Bey: That my friend, is a pretty interesting by of 'stream of consciousness'... But I was there with you all the way.
there was massive massive gridlock traffic around the savannah today.
i emerged from cascade at 3:13 . stupid insular me.
and i could not even get out
i forgot what happens at that hour afterschool
but i am rarely ever out on the roads at that hour too. at least it has been years. but today made me feel there was a reason except i could not detect it. backed up traffic out of st. anns. out of cascade. gridlock slow moving around the savannah. all roads leading east, i tried to cut through to enter back and it was the same thing. I literally took one hour and twenty minutes to get from carlton savannah to maraval. bizarre.
i wondered if that is just the new traffic that i was unaware built up over the year, months or two. and i do know i believe if still, the car ownership burgeons every year between december and january. it was sick.
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tell me something..there is the power of the spoken word that some would call the 'ase' what then is the power of the written word. I woke up this morning with prayers and incantations on my mind. I wrote them down. and before twelve hours later, alter, the universe answered. I asked to be with the right people.. for the universe to direct me, bring answers, path and clarity, support and advancement. I called a friend. he was with a friend. told me to show up and that friend, his friend, ends up telling me he has the contact to give me clarity. but on top of that, yesterday was his birthday. we are both aquarians. interesting
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it was nice being under the fool full moon rising at dusk under whipping breeze ...the platform of chaud cafe' i went for steak and ended up having lamb and a mediterranean salad. and a dessert i remember from east lansing's beggar's banquet: a custard with fresh fruit. this one was mascarpone
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the biggest thing i am not saying though...is that i made myself available to aid someone else, to try and find some kind of activity and livelihood only for new vistas and opportunities to unfold. and that is a great thing
but what i want to tell you.. two things;
one Trinidad is indeed a magical place. i wrote that in a prose I wrote titled This Place years ago. I saw it today. to write a thing and then see it happen and i know it is because of the locus of coordinatoes the ley lines and the small space where everybody does know everybody. who has a door a window or an underground
two, you have to talk your situation to others. without fear or favor. You might find you are in company with someone who has the key..
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i met a young whipper snapper burgeoning business man today. chinese. his dad a businessman and clearly the money funding his venture. but this kid? impressive. he is using his home space to explore, research and test in preparation for a massive expanse. talk about methodical. and talking about profit in revenue per space and unit. blow mind. academic. rigorous and not banal as 'just money' ...there is a science to it. in return for his openness, i wont share what his business secret, but he kept referring to others as competitiors. take it from me, he has none. so assholes walking around talking about "i have the biggest operation in the country" are just
arrogant blowhards. it is instructive seeing various forms of maleness. legacy and inheritance opportunity plays a big part
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driving around today though between my engagements i realized something: i would love to and should write an article on poverty and the poor, of which I am in the latter, despite...several aspects. and that is the point: poverty is a dynamic thing. poverty is not all at the bottom. it is fluid. i realized again that when your life swings on your day, the money you make on that day that is a level, type and quality of poverty. it is too late. and been too many hours for me to remember the nuance of it but i am sure it will circle back. the first time this came to me was when i was selling my posters Venetian Violet and i was happy when I came home having sold one for $200.
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i had ganja homemade wine this evening. if you ask me what it tasted like i could not say anything other than homemade wine..
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overall
life in trinidad makes you shift. if you are awake and conscious
from organic to just pesticide free.
there is nothing you can get in its full integrity
pick your story. pick your poison
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speaking of poison made me remember...a guy tonight, inskip, told me,
"it is easy to take someone out". i had to tell him. and showed him my hand: "they are clean"
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which reminds me of something yowa told me today:
"i fell in love too quick with a shithound and now every man is paying"
he told me "to ease up". i told him i was trying. if you can believe it
i will end now The Dust Factory is on...
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interesting too that today i would be called a griot/ last night someone described me as a Senagalese Chinese
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Griot
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