Oh Troubadour : How do I define ME?
I started the day out full of piss and vinegar, it was going to be a
good day. I was going to see Juana Molina play at the Troubadour
that night. Then work...well not the work... but people at work wanted
to push their egos around and beat their chests and act like gods.
The day went sour.
But still I was going to listen to Juana that night, I had to wash the
taste of the work day out of my mouth, and so I drank Of the Troubadour.
I looked down upon the stage, enjoying the beauty of people, just the
opposite of the work day behind me, and realized, do I let my job define me?
Or is my job just my job? I listen to the music and listen to their souls
and feel their beauty and think, I must define ME.
I thank all of you talented people who want to bring beauty to the world.
The beauty of the soul...and it heals...and it cleanses.
...And I will define me...
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posted by blu lamar @ 2:46 PM
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For me--as to this day ahead of me, I've hit a void in concentration. --Two nights ago, read really phantasmal Egyptian Coptic relationship with the first Muslim suzerainty then in the 600s, in al-Kahira =the "Victorious", Cairo, & particularly a small beginning part of that metropolis called Fustat... Whose name, according to this author may have come from the Greek=fussaton, meaning "ditch"--and this could have been a region's characteristic. No one knows, but the conversation I appealed to was a meandering transect of images of loam having human occupancy. It is precisely the tabla rasa caused by inertia when I've given up to the elation of over-standing just what it is before me: that being a conscious map, damned fascinating, but little long term intellectual yield. Really imagistic active reading, but I "give-up" to it too easily, rather than parcing what fulminate potential my mind has... Still, it is worth it--my motive is plain. Work is work, life is KRS,knowledge rules Supreme
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