silver fox

 

“quotes: a glorious glimpse into a reading past”

“the beautiful ones are not yet born
but will be born
when the arrow of God
strikes the rising sun
the river between will overflow
and a child of two worlds
will eat a grain of wheat
the girls at war will
taste the blade among the boys
after a walk in the night

-Chinua Achebe, pioneer AWS

“and there i saw
the beginnings of dark imaginings
of felony,
the stratagems of kings
_sir Geoffrey Chaucer

“frailty…
thy name is woman”
edmond dantes musing about mercedes
_the count of monte cristo

“i am not very tall,
but well made
in good condition and obviously a personality”
_Balzac de honore
“so where is the cotton king?
perhaps this is he,
with his lean mule,
fighting a hard battle with debt”
_W.E.B Dubois “the souls of black folks”

“personally, i vote labor
but by all means
go into my kitchens
there perhaps you will find one of your kind”
_Lord Mountbatten,to a “lowly” Tory party canvasser

Alright,

…..here is  the one i like. The best, most deadly and def. most nostalgic of thoughts; “the poor man is the man without dreams”. ha, carry on dreamer.

it’s been a blast thru December, really, please excuse the incompetence-Happy new year, remember the love. i love you all. got to go.bye

 

 

 

 

 

A Woman to Have

just came across your piece. fresh and breezy writing, took me to the skies!

riveticus

Where do I start?

Oh yes! From the beginning – the one I know! The one that could have passed for happiness or joy, if only her eyes were not too eloquent, so as to reveal an idly lurking grief! If only her smile didn’t pan off as muted; silenced like a two-month-old baby gagged with a pacifier.

But even though she smiled like a flower blossoming to life, she remained very close to tears.

There she sat under the light on a pale plastic seat, her hands rested helplessly on a cracked third generation table that barely stood still.

Time had been cruel to it but it still tolerated all tribes of beer, Even impatient horny drunks! A rainbow of cracks formed its tough look but there was a lingering sadness foaming on her silhouettes that made it hard to believe she has known happiness before.

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The main course

worldinperil

image courtesy NPR

A world in peril. Rebellious winds and persistent rainfall that foils your plans. A long agonizing hiatus away from my blog and a spanking new laptop i had just got from my sister. huff! Unexpected events that yanked me away from some rich plans i had, all of this on my mind and the sojourn in a desolate hopeless little town where men sit on shop verandas from morning to dusk-when the shops open. They sit there, sheltered from the sun sipping gin, playing some cards or other game, ludo-the old ones prefer only to talk to each other, looking at the road, watching chickens crossing the road and young boys riding bikes past; to Isimba  HEP project being built by the chinese. They wave at people they know and take their time talking to strangers they encounter in the area, a dusty town of old folk and young men who have come to find work.

It’s a drab life out here save for the cacophony of jukebox  bars and a wooden movie ‘theater’ with crackling sound and occasional staccato of gunfire emanating from the kind of movies popular with village youth yearning for excitement. They are war movie buffs. A friend of mine invited me out there and i stayed for a month, eating an unvarying diet of cornmeal bread and vegetables and beans. The weather changes have severely hurt the farmers all around. All the seeds they sowed dried up or sprouted but are now stunted with yellowing leaves. The only plant to survive is a sugar plantation next to the dam being built. The Chinese at the site like to eat pork and to smoke. They smoke all the time.

I thought in the world where we live, people are beginning to adopt to frugal habits. You know when you walk around with a righteous feeling looking around you to catch someone doing evil. It is hypocrisy to believe you are connected to mother earth then go behind other folks backs and snatch it’s prized babies and take them away somewhere to butcher and make stew out of them. For health reasons. Why pick on the precious Pangolin, why now? How about considerately developing a taste for some of those numerous bird species? Over time, who knows, you might come to love it so much your body takes a liking for it it craves and starts asking for it. Perhaps you might start raising them or turn it into sport hunting like they do, the English and have full fun. The Chinese, billions of them, held it down as a conservative society for a long time and had much respect as conscientious livers but some devil got into them and they have become materialistic and now love  living life lavishly. So they say in the papers.

But shouldn’t one ask themselves why as tasty as pork is and quite so dear especially to my country folk we call it ‘the national delicacy’-have the good old Chinese picked on the prized and rare Pangolin for choice meat regarded very highly now we either figure out plans how to ruin their party by killing their appetite for it or find somewhere to hide our precious Pangolins. Alas, the wise men from the east, now avid global investors so prized by government keep strolling in through our airport lobby, carrying a lot of love in their hearts! Woe to my clan, that’s our totem god knows where it will end. The Pangolin is scaled, very rare and shy and is an endangered species now being eyed by a burgeoning Chinese middle class gourmand eye. The scales and skin are used for medicine in china. I know you have heard a bowl of it so i will shhh. In other sad news, much of the old gold is gone or ailing, it bruises my heart and they are too many to name. Carry on brave ones, the sun is a mighty force and will not leave us soon, stay blessed.

The year that was

Happy new year…i heard the words it was nice like warm chocolate and went quietly over and here is 2016. i cautiously peel the page on the new one and understand it could well be the pet with unknown habits. How was 2015? How did it end? Did it end on a note of triumph, mischief, or was it all a tragic disgraceful event where you ended up bent into compliance. Did it leave a bad aftertaste that made you regret allowing people to ride roughshod over you when you allowed them unfettered freedoms? (Do not wring your hands, go on and like the post).

The new year is still too new to fret about but i warn you, i so badly want fresh things in this one here. I want to feel the keen side of 2016, the biting, cutting sarcastic side of it. I read too much muck last year i think i caught the bug for a dose of some feel good hormone…i need plenty of gimme-that type of moments… i need sleaze!

I dont want to read anything to make me snort or look at anything that gives play to whatever impulse tickles my conscience without really having the slightest idea about how good it’s going to get . I want the stuff!

In the year, connivers have it out there will be enough to smile about and most will be busy trying to locate the tastiest morsel. I dont expect it to be laced with too much of shock value, just a morose dang sort of affair, something to keep ’em twitching. I need a sharp little bark in the brain

In the great new year is to be expected just th’ right sort of sleaze, if you get the drift, something to keep the socks dry but sobering enough to remind us how the mighty have fallen in the past and a cautionary tale to those too quick with a snide remark or a chiding smile. You too, are not immune.

So in the new year, be gruff and earthy, demand with righteousness. Let them feel they are a-comming on to you, be smug and content, share, learn to share-i will be on this end waiting with itchy toes. Pass on and foster not anyone’s bad habits. Let us all thrive and live long.

2016 will be the great new year we’ll get to find out nothing lasts forever, everything good comes in small doses. If someone loves you, it’s only right to love ’em back, that’s the spirit so do the dew, don’t sweat the small stuff, let us all care and peaceful journey.

Are You An Anthropocentrist?

Laura Grace Weldon

animal intelligence, anthropocentrism, Paradise, by Gillis d’Hondecoeter circa 1575

When I was growing up we were taught humans were at the top of every chart, far superior to all other living beings. Our textbooks, illustrated with stereotypical images of “cave men,” proved the assertion with a long list of what our species could do that others could not. The list was so smug that I was a bit embarrassed on behalf of my fellow homo sapiens. A skeptic even then, I thought the list was somewhat prejudicial. Worse, it didn’t acknowledge what feels obvious to young children, that we are all things and all things are us.

I don’t for a moment dismiss our many human accomplishments—among them language, science, the arts, and shared rules meant to advance mutual compassion. I simply mean to point out that we’re not better, we’re different.

Besides, what I was taught as a kid doesn’t really hold up. Here are…

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A dismal plan

There shall be peace on earth

Or there won’t be an earth

-you can take my word for it

there shall be wise men

To rise up and lead

With bold action and a sure step

Going forth with a steady vision;

calm gleam in the eye

Where shall we live on earth?

shall we live by the edge of the sea

in order

to guide back returning ships

heavy-ladden with goods from foreign lands

my dear?

perhaps we will be happier further up the coast

where we will live in a staid villa

And take walks in expansive quiet parks

There will not be snarling dogs

Or hissing snakes

I dream of a forest nymph

Doing a dainty dance all alone

Oblivious to obvious stare

Eerily at peace

I dream of a time to come

Such as non before

A time of sovereignty and peace

We will take our walk along the boulevard

And survey our grand empire of a city

In the soft light breeze of an evening hour

And atop a hill off to the side,

take in the sweeping view

and marvel at the wondrous nature

of our work

music and laughter and mirth

shall be all we know

come with me mon armie

lets take our walk

our walk of truth and purpose

now older

more certain of our beliefs

come with me on a whim;

nay-have faith

the word is right