Charleston Church Shootings…

I know we live a blessed time in history, (compared to the rest of human history) and a blessed country (in terms of having it very good in comparison to most everywhere else), but this country’s best potential is having the capability to see our ill’s, and make the changes necessary to rectify those ill’s..But to do that we have take a painful look around us…

Having just found about the shooting late last night, as I don’t watch a lot of the, so called “news” knowing better entertainment is always just a click away…Oh, did I refer to “the news” as entertainment…My bad; I meant corporate controlled bastardized “entertainment”… Now they have a story they can attach themselves too, and siphon the very life blood out this tragedy till the corps drys up and turns to dust, then take the dust and sprinkle it all over the next story (I’m sorry I sound harsh toward the news, as I have had first hand experience with them when my sister died, but also I feel they are a huge part of this problem!)…

10351528_10204928390629475_234250826377310526_nI can’t believe at the age of 60, after living in Atlanta Ga in 1968 when blacks had to sit in the back of busses, and drink from segregated water fountains that this hateful shit is still going on…! We as a country refuse to look at our history in any serious light or factual clarity, even though the details are still available to us, (and we better read it now before that changes) we don’t bother to look…Yet we continue to educate our kids with bullshit smoke and mirrors, and fairytales about hero’s…And then we allow ourselves to be inundated with propaganda through mass media…And we wonder how things like this shooting take place.

A punk ass loser kid walks into a church sits down and opens fire on good people for no reason at all except pure unadulterated hate and bigotry that has been placed into the very depts of his being by whatever tribe of Apes that raised this animal…This kid is just one of millions that carry this despicable illness within them, if it’s not Blacks, it’s Muslims, if not Muslims, then Gays, or Poor People, or maybe even you and me…This crap is born of ignorance, and nurtured by frickin idiots, and if you drill a bit deeper you will find a machine in place to keep the momentum going in order for the owners of said machine to continue to do what that have been doing best for 600 years now…

We are better then this dammit, or maybe I’m just bullshitting myself to flee from the sad reality of all this; my heart and prayers goes out to all the victims of this insane act, and their families…May these victims rest in peace.

“Maybe it’s time to just scrap the word “racist.” Find something new. Like Racial Disorder Syndrome. And we could have different categories for sufferers of this syndrome: mild, medium, and acute.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah

Ornette Coleman…

I just found out today Ornette Coleman died three days ago, my condolences go out to his family and anyone here on my FB that my have been close to him: Ira Sullivan, Liebs, Frank Tusa, Richie, Richard, Tony, Fred, Chris… I’m not sure who of you may have either worked or hung with him in the early years, so if any of you did, I am sorry for your loss, and for the loss to the rest of the planet. This man was one of the very few of his kind, and history will remember him in that way without a doubt…John Coltrane, Albert Ayler, Sam Rivers, Ornette, these men took Jazz to places Jazz didn’t even see coming..

The piece Id like to post is close to my heart. It deals with his writing; his Idea. We all know him as the revolutionary giant of a saxophone player that he was, but I hear his pencil set to paper giving birth to ides that were both beautiful, abstract, and always passionate…”Dedication To Poets & Writers” was just that, a dedication to poets & writers…God has one amazing saxophone section in His band now…Peace.

Ornette Coleman – Dedication To Poets & Writers
Ornette Coleman – Alto Saxophone
David Izenzon – Bass
Charles Moffett – Drums
Selwart Clarke – Violin
Nathan Goldstein – Violin
Julien Barber – Viola
Kermit Moore – Cello

Art: Yes to the gold and the mud

11206048_10204911415565109_790475502880550621_nI have been in the arts most all my life…I don’t know of one artists worth their salt that hasn’t had to view this world with painful honesty as to both what they saw outside themselves, and from within…Naturally all great Musicians, Writers, and Poets take this infliction and make their choice as to what to do with these painful, and or joyful perspectives: weather to then turn around and paint a picture that resonates the beauty that has been magnified by this very pain, (and or joyful view), or paint a picture of the pain itself in it’s harsh actuality . The outcome of these decisions could be what makes a – Kahlil Gibran, or a Franz Kafka, – a Lord Byron, or a Charles Bukowski – a Penderecki, or a Dubusy – a John Coltrane or a Hubert Laws – even a Jimmy Hendrix, or a John Denver…The ONE THING for me is; that the artist always be honest; whether he or she offends or uplifts, brings joy or sadness, anger or tranquility, this or that, to his or her audience…That, and to be authentic in nature…Hermann Hesse says it quite well…Hesse cuts right to the bone here, and the artist is the recipient of the slice in my view, he is directing this to himself as well…People who love Art can choose what that care to embrace, the Artists has to walk into the storm if he or she are to be effective and true to their own nature as Artists…

Hermann Hesse

“There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is- particularly the artist- particularly myself!”
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