the seed of the fruit

thats how inside this post is…

the illegitimate love child of GOLLUM and ROG from “What’s Happening?!?!” has chilled out a bit… someone got to her before i had a full blow up… which leaves me in a bit of confusion… as i almost slam one door on a persons hand/another one hits me in the ass… “ima stick mah foot so far in yo ass, people gonna say, ‘why they signed yo leg cast with an ugly marker?’”… i am NOT an easy person to get along with… i have upset everybody that i really love, at one point or another… imagine whats it like for the people I don’t like… “you know he’s funny a lot of the time, but when he hates somebody- now THAT’S entertainment!”… i’ve survived very well up to this point in life, by going on my instincts… within 5 minutes of meeting ya- i know whether i like ya or not… of course, this opinion can change and it has from time to time… for the most part, its worked damn well…

signed,

judgmental bastich

soul : quenched

i saw marc bamuthi joseph’s show at the dance theater workshop, Word Becomes Flesh. too bad that by the time most of you read this, his show will have ended its run. an incredible fusion of dance, music and poetry done with marvelous stage technique and presence. the best part of bamuthi’s show is the fact that it sounded like there were five different performers doing his poetry. he had a variety of cadences and rhythms to his work that is sorely lacking in many performers (myself included). if there was a weak point, i would say that his dance did not have the same multi-faceted edge but i am no expert when it comes to the movement department. it’s good to see that there are performers taking it to the next level with their poems.

otherwise, love ya like cheesecake on graham cracker crust…