Deprevation

sopping up the inspiration, creativity and beauty from life's dregs

R’xit: One Month / New Prez January 20, 2017

“A man walks down the street
It’s a street in a strange world
Maybe it’s the Third World
Maybe it’s his first time around
He doesn’t speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen!
Hallelujah!”

(Excerpt, Simon, Paul.”Call Me Al“, Concert in the Park, 1991)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfBB2NG93-Q


Focus on all the beauty that remains in this world

and 
Engage with it.
Engage with yourself.
Engage with others,
even those who think differently.
and most importantly:

STAND UP!

“So I’m [gonna] need every generation to put your hands up
Cause you can only get ‘em off your back when you stand up!”

(Excerpt, Technique, Immortal.”The Martyr“, The Martyr, 2011)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x01BnN6B6VQ

 

Why it seems like I don’t care: October 29, 2016

Shit here
(and there
and
everywhere)
is beyond fucked,
and ain’t shit
left to do,
but burn this mutha’
down.

But they got all the flamethrowers.

So,
I’m just sippin’ my wine
like Cersei

 

my first February 23, 2016

espresso
was tasted in Lisbon
-I think.
it was small.
I really just wanted a hamburger.

 

Fuckin’ Coffee January 11, 2016

Inherent in all New Yorkers resides basic talent for offering medical or emotional advice to those in need.

Its true.

One morning walking along Caton Avenue on my way to the subway, I glanced behind me to my right, having been startled by an unusually aggressively honked horn from a man in a pick-up truck, most likely on his way to a construction site.  The object of the vehicle’s boisterous blast was a thirty-something, lanky bearded fellow with glasses.  He was not diddling a smartphone, or chatting with a friend, nor was he being willfully disrespectful of the ton of steel hurtling towards him… The man was just kinda, day dreaming.

“Drink some Fuckin’ Coffee!” the man in the truck yelled at him as he drove by.

I thought that was very considerate advice.

New Yorkers care.

 

 

 

 
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