Oh, yeah. And your words, your phrases, your searing insight are the perfect companion for jazz. One of the most interesting among many interesting experience of my life came after I first went abroad, spending some time among the haunts of my ancestors in Northern Europe. Subtly, oddly, it began to sink in that there was something fundamentally different between me and Europeans. I was minded of something Ike Turner once said, "The Englishman says, 'Beg Pardon,' and the Yankee asks, "Say what?" That crystallized for me the fact that I am in part African American, no matter my DNA. How awful our karma, how great our guilt, and how blessed the gifts of grit and insight and survival itself we've been given on this continent. If only we'd take the time to delve into them.
Oh man do you have a way with words - even telling known stories, you breathe new life into them
Oh, yeah. And your words, your phrases, your searing insight are the perfect companion for jazz. One of the most interesting among many interesting experience of my life came after I first went abroad, spending some time among the haunts of my ancestors in Northern Europe. Subtly, oddly, it began to sink in that there was something fundamentally different between me and Europeans. I was minded of something Ike Turner once said, "The Englishman says, 'Beg Pardon,' and the Yankee asks, "Say what?" That crystallized for me the fact that I am in part African American, no matter my DNA. How awful our karma, how great our guilt, and how blessed the gifts of grit and insight and survival itself we've been given on this continent. If only we'd take the time to delve into them.
I'm compelled to read this out loud even though I'm sitting here by myself and my accent is English. I love your words and sentiment :-)
ah the poetry
the music of your words
the power of your elegy
for the courageous
who rose from the fields
lifting us all
to a higher love
you know the soul
of our country
and where it came from
like Whitman
you hear America singing