Just today, I realised how much it is I miss Arthur Newland. And I must note the date and time exactly so that I can direct him to this page the next time we speak. Even though I'm a bit bex wid him for cutting out and not telling me, I understand with what urgency this sudden departure could have come. So I forgive him now before he apologises :). Btw he isn't all gone lest this sound a bit too much like an orbituary. As I sit here reading up on Voodoo and Santeria (yes I have been keeping up the knowledge pool, I'm not shallow like some) I think about the books I have yet to read in life. As a child I was afraid of the thought of university and libraries, I used to think that too much knowledge would cause my brain to overload and my whole system to freeze, i'd then get an aneurism and die. But as I grew older I found myself craving more. This is mostly owing to my mother, but more recently to the impostions (and I mean this in the best way) of a higher level of thinking by my good fren and mentor, Aata a.k.a Casper the friendly Ras:). I was not aware, until we met and began having conversations, that it was possible to enjoy someone's company so much. Excepting my own ofcourse. Remember again that I am narcissistic.
Arthur (i still haven't figured out what to call him) is truly an emulation of the verbosity that I aspire to and am cultivating as I live. To the gross extent to which I have found myself engaging in verbal spars with others, as he and I sparred, and without realising, pummelling them to death.
In essence, he has so sharpened my wit and sarcasm, by first cutting me (kinda like a wax-on-wax-off teacher/student kinda vibe), that I have now emerged even more arrogant and attitudinal than before. [What?!?!? Is it even possible? YES! It is.] And now I realise that the few months that I have spent in his company has far surpassed and almost obliterated a friendship I had been holding dear for about a decade and mash. Then I realise the true meaning of Mr. Reid's words as "casting pearls upon swine" because after being imparted with his knowledge I then attempt to enlighten my fellow friends and one in particular, to no avail.
So as "Bad Easter" comes around [ascording to Muta Baruka, to whom I was divinely directed to listen to @ 2 o'clock this horny morn], I begin to think about religions, and how they shape a people and why it is that it took 200 years for the black man to "gain his independence". And it reminds me of how much I miss Arthur. I hope his work is going real swell in Haiti and I am keeping my fingers crossed that I get the great honour of transcribing, if even just a smidget, of his findings. =D I mean it!
Bwoy, I never knew that in my life I could miss being called an "Vampirous Anchor". I yearn for conversations that had me making mental notes of words to look up when he went away.
But most of all I really miss when I used to win, because it made me feel so accomplished. That is right before he deflated my ego once again.
So before the procrastination that he and I share takes its toll on me once again, let me make my declaration. Muta said alot of sensible things last night, one being that if the madness that is now the minority spreads it will soon become the norm, and will no longer be regarded as mad, and thus the madness becomes the status quo. Remember, my displaced African brethren, they once told us we were too stupid to read. And look at us now...blogging and shit.
Right, the proclamation [ADD getting the best of me]
Here goes: I am thinking of starting a religion with Polyandry and Polygamy as two of it's major tenets. I will keep the whole concept of God in a with an undertone of the dychotomy that exists in nature [why reinvent the wheel right?] and I will make sex a ritual in which we all connect with our deity. Kinda like ring-dancing or connect the dots. And there is a stronger connection the more ppl who climax (sounds like one big orgy don't it? well it isn't!!! they don't have to all be in the same place so there =P) congregations will be held at the beach and I will call it Polyanism! Wait, does that sound a bit too familiar to you?
Google Search here I come...lol
Arthur (i still haven't figured out what to call him) is truly an emulation of the verbosity that I aspire to and am cultivating as I live. To the gross extent to which I have found myself engaging in verbal spars with others, as he and I sparred, and without realising, pummelling them to death.
In essence, he has so sharpened my wit and sarcasm, by first cutting me (kinda like a wax-on-wax-off teacher/student kinda vibe), that I have now emerged even more arrogant and attitudinal than before. [What?!?!? Is it even possible? YES! It is.] And now I realise that the few months that I have spent in his company has far surpassed and almost obliterated a friendship I had been holding dear for about a decade and mash. Then I realise the true meaning of Mr. Reid's words as "casting pearls upon swine" because after being imparted with his knowledge I then attempt to enlighten my fellow friends and one in particular, to no avail.
So as "Bad Easter" comes around [ascording to Muta Baruka, to whom I was divinely directed to listen to @ 2 o'clock this horny morn], I begin to think about religions, and how they shape a people and why it is that it took 200 years for the black man to "gain his independence". And it reminds me of how much I miss Arthur. I hope his work is going real swell in Haiti and I am keeping my fingers crossed that I get the great honour of transcribing, if even just a smidget, of his findings. =D I mean it!
Bwoy, I never knew that in my life I could miss being called an "Vampirous Anchor". I yearn for conversations that had me making mental notes of words to look up when he went away.
But most of all I really miss when I used to win, because it made me feel so accomplished. That is right before he deflated my ego once again.
So before the procrastination that he and I share takes its toll on me once again, let me make my declaration. Muta said alot of sensible things last night, one being that if the madness that is now the minority spreads it will soon become the norm, and will no longer be regarded as mad, and thus the madness becomes the status quo. Remember, my displaced African brethren, they once told us we were too stupid to read. And look at us now...blogging and shit.
Right, the proclamation [ADD getting the best of me]
Here goes: I am thinking of starting a religion with Polyandry and Polygamy as two of it's major tenets. I will keep the whole concept of God in a with an undertone of the dychotomy that exists in nature [why reinvent the wheel right?] and I will make sex a ritual in which we all connect with our deity. Kinda like ring-dancing or connect the dots. And there is a stronger connection the more ppl who climax (sounds like one big orgy don't it? well it isn't!!! they don't have to all be in the same place so there =P) congregations will be held at the beach and I will call it Polyanism! Wait, does that sound a bit too familiar to you?
Google Search here I come...lol
Interesting idea... maybe I will convert.
ReplyDeleteProud to have you...
ReplyDeleteLOL, a new religion, maybe you'll be able to convert quiet a few from hollywood!
ReplyDeleteI get the feeling that you are taking my revolution for a joke...what say you heathen?!?!?!
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