the fire

Ok, so i got some pictures developed today and this is what they were. I thought how appropriate, since yesterday was Cate's birthday. So this is saying "Happy Birthday" and sorry we can't bumrush your dorm room and that I couldn't spend the night with you and that we couldn't set off the alarm, and that there was no papaya, and no kyja to eat it up but we love you still.
And Happy Birthday to Chantal setting it off in Morocco, shooting flame out of her eyes and such. Whats with these october babies man. And everybody else I've missed over the course of 6 months. I didn't forget you.











































and these my friends are from the friggin cipher! Ahhh man , good times, ahh good times.I had just suddenly remembered what exactly that was. At first i was thinking sisterfire and then i was thinking wemean and then i was like..
The Cipher!
So I'm thinking back and I was just recently talking aboutthis situation through e-mail and I feel that I must say
that no camelots have fallen. Not in that particular way. This was a very golden time for me I remember. Like we were, and this is not to make light of it by overspinning it, but we were "making, very abandoningly and freely andn expansively making and crafting and forming and justifying
our own friggin worlds. We were CREATING out the friggin wazoo! all these things. all these thoughts. all these futures. all these beliefs. we believed in our own collective power like no other and there was no stopping. nobody could have told us we didn't have power.
And we shouldn't forget that. We should not forget that feeling. We should not lose it. Even if we are alone or gone or in a different environment or in the midst of a whole different crowd. Don't forget that place that we created. The essence of it, the shining bullet of it must still reside as if just thrown from the fire. And definitely in the presence of time things shift and lives go down paths and sometimes the people that were walking with you down one road at one particular time depart your of line of vision and you can't see them at the time and you don't know what they're up to or maybe you aren't even talking, but i don't think that means the light that was fades away. Ahhh man that cipher was the friggin fire. Just good feelings all around. Just coming in late at night after the school day was done, after you had eaten your heavy dinner in the caf or wherever and it being late and your body being heavy and friggin tired from the day, but you knew, you knew you were in good company, You knew that doc Che was gonna be there and you knew alysia was gonna spit that jamaican fire and you just knew chantal/ incipi-ant was gonna be killing it like no other. yeah yeah. indeed. and so it is y'all.


like night and day.

the blackbird

... some beauty for your starved eyes to behold

isn't it grand...
props to the wiz for taking some of the pics

yours truly...

the blackbird

caught the eye of the tiger

so now its the sallow swarthy windy month of october and i've always had a thing for october, not just bc it was my first month out of the womb, but bc it's a month where light begins to seem to tilt sideways and where everything seems like it's gold, and where everything seems to start to die in like a brilliant glory; and the thing is that here the same is true, and i feel a little like im riding this parallel line of light, this line of light threaded back and through all the octobers of my childhood, when things seemed to strike me in almost exactly the same way as they do these days (golden, that is, and spilled sunlight measured back), but also threaded back and under and parallel across the water, all the way across the atlantic to georgia, which, they say, sits along the same line of lattitude as rabat. this hollow sweetness and these strangely lit days, like a line of deja-vu across space.

whale rider

We are seeking synthesis of the spirit. We want it like no other. All our movings, all our strivings. DREAM STATES
We are seeking synthesis of the spirit.
We want it like no other.
Can you feel it?
its there

IA