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Review: Chords and Discords

by The AOMuse

Chords and DiscordsChords and Discords by Walter Everette Hawkins

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Hawkins is a quiet gem of the Renaissance era. His selection “Here and Hereafter” is perhaps poetic theme music for my present life journey. I am delighted to have found it. I came by his work first in a John G. Jackson lecture on the history of freethinkers in the black community. There was another version of “Here and Hereafter” which had been referenced as being written for the Poetry Corner in “The Messenger” magazine as printed by A. Philip Randolph and Chandler Owen. What great delight befell me when I discovered that this text, Chords and Discords, had been made available to the public domain and subsequently digitized by Google Books as I was anxious to read more of his work.

This text which is ostensibly the only one ever compiled by Hawkins seems to be a collection of all of his writings at that point in his life because one can sense the forward journey through artistic engagement with the supernatural and then sudden bursts of expression where he declares firmly his adherence to no creed or manufactured system of beliefs. These bursts lend themselves to great moments in freethought literature such as the aforementioned “Here and Hereafter”, “Too Much Religion”, “A Festival In Christendom”, and “Evolution”. In between, we find moments accented by other standard poetry fare such as selections on love, childhood, longing, and self exploration. In all, it is a delightful and brisk read for any one interested in the freethought literature of that era.

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Here And Hereafter by Walter Everette Hawkins

by The AOMuse

I can see no cause for worry
‘Bout a future Heaven or Hell,
For the thing has long been settled
And it’s plain as tongue can tell;
And it’s a mighty poor religion
That won’t keep a man from fear,
For the next place must be Heaven,
Since ‘tis Hell we are having here.


Correct Change

by The AOMuse

don’t want no change
unless it’s the correct change
a penny for your thoughts
but you negroes
nickel and dime insight
failing to grope the scope
of what’s in your sight
a quarter used to stretch
two butter cookies
six pieces of hard candy
but I have since ceased
the kiddie feast
needing something now
more substantial to eat
nutrient rich and farm fresh
no Whole Foods fashionably organic
requiring me to break a Franklin face
i’d rather see this single dollar circulate
like an untampered stream in an undiscovered glen
somewhere far away from the wiles of men
who corrupt nature’s resource budget
from the very first moment they touch it
but fudge spit
i reclaim the innocence of the very place that you profane
i refuse to plant my flag in declaration of any name or national origin
for I recognize that we are mortal men
destined someday to return to that primordial stew
and I don’t know about you
but I want my children
to be left with something to celebrate
like Earth still close to an inhabitable state
and I refuse to wait
for you to offer me
the correct change.

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NaPoWriMo 10:30 ~ To Art Is Human

by The AOMuse

to live
as calligraphy
pen tips
controlled
ink spillage
steady letter
stroke
every alpha
deliberate
character
produced
and walk
as paintbrush
canvas poised
back
straightened
easel on
down the road
mixed medium
metaphor
to speak a
chorally
worded
arrangement
none too
care
less
to act as
hard bop
ever the
innovative
individual
assertion
sounding off
upon others
in your
aural
hemisphere
to listen
as orchestral
conductor
or train
or coltrane
open your ears
to the violas
being played
notice how
strings differ
from winds
don’t
over work
percussion
perhaps
you might
even try
a triangle
sometimes
simple sounds
seize upon
something
profound
inside of us
even as subtle
as the song
in your name
sing it
now.


NaPoWriMo 2:30 ~ Love in Transit(ion)

by The AOMuse

with a gentle leaning
she presses her shoulder
into me
i am reading
jamaica kincaid’s
"my brother"
feigning indifference
pretending not to notice
her perceptible presence
but personally
i am swept up
again
the ride is bumpy
us together
in such close quarters
she folds her legs
crosswise
in the style of
a woman mature
whose long since learned
to own her hips
and not attempt
to sit
like those stick figure
white women
downtown
right leg draped
and laying
softly across
the left
both knees pointed
inward of my direction
i am still reading
jamaica kincaid’s
"my brother"
a passage which speaks to
the curious nature
of jamaica’s mother
for picking
at her children
in this moment
i let loose a broad smile
and some inaudible
laughter
i want her to think
it is because of
what i have read
i don’t look into
her face
to determine if she
is reading me
i feel her eyes
in my direction
perhaps she is
admiring my grizzled face
maybe she is simply
peering forward
down the corridor
out of the windshield
towards the outlay
of our journey
i won’t know
and i don’t ask
we sit here
in our silence together
navigating the bumpy ride
readjusting ourselves
in the only slightly
discomforting
seats
her shoulder still pressing
into me
i feel the heat
electric
lifting off skin
transmitting through
her jacket
like a semiconductor
and i wonder
how long will it last
"Next stop Jackon…"
the announcement
gives her cause
to unfold her legs
and arise
i am still reading
jamaica kincaid’s
"my brother"
i don’t raise my head
to see her off
but my heart waves
goodbye
perhaps i will be moved
to say hello in the future
even though i know you only
by your shoes
and the back of your head
and the bus you rode
downtown
14 Jeffery Express
was the number
of the shortest
relationship
i have known
in my lifetime

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Waiting On Superman

by The AOMuse

if you wait

the music as moses
will part that steady stream
of club roving indoor pedestrians
whom have finessed into a fine art
the spilling of their drink

those groping apes
will grow increasingly bored
of reaching for a fleeting wife
to lay claim and pillage
for obligatory grinding
and grumble their way
from the dancefloor taunting
"dis party some bullshit."

you
yes you
who are far too important
to mind engaging this music
this life
this rhythm
in this moment
will scuttle your ass off
to a cozy club corner
to continue texting that mighty urgent
post midnight business matter
to subtle chants of "Thank God!"

the drunken disorderly man
in his own personal mosh pit
will finally make time
for a face to face consultation
with the porcelain oral surgeon
and stop bumping everybody
in and out of their damn groove

those who came to pose for pictures
will find no more friends worth
standing still for and retreat
to the vip section
to end their evening
sitting on uncomfortable couches
nursing expensive drinks

if you wait

the dancefloor
the flickering lights
the dj
the music
will move you
for there is needed but seconds
to make a lasting imprint
and space will clear
and celebration will ensue

if you wait

patient enough
to never stand still
to hydrate
and hoard the music
and hold your peace
you can heal all those
broken toes
and wounded melodies
and shout your song
through physical
symphony

if you wait

others will remember
the real reason for being here
and the dance
will be a contagion
spreading like love
and wildfire
and pandemonium
cause we are
not like crazy
in this asylum
where pills won’t suffice
to dispense this
pent up frustration
we just want to shake it loose
because tomorrow
life will wind it up
once more

and if you wait
you just might
snap your rubberband
in two.

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On Turning 25

by The AOMuse

I had an occasion to reflect last night on what it means to be 25 years old. A young brother asked me yesterday what advice I might have for someone attaining that age within the next week. Obviously he didn’t know he was opening the floodgates to an hour long conversation in the car. This is wisdom walking. I am brought to know that at 30 years of age this day, I still have gathered only minutia in the larger realm of understanding available in my life, but my feet bear the aches of exploration. This is trailblazing. My hands hold the scars of clearing forest brush to chart a path through from my present point of rest to my next destination and I have not stopped searching for more answers.

1. Do not stop searching.

If you have questions, pursue them. There is no room for you to become comfortable and lose time resting on the laurels of your previous inquiry. Once you have reached an answer that is acceptable to you, ask a new question. Rotate the elephant. Do you remember the story of the elephant?

The villagers were all standing in the dark around an elephant and each one was feeling the side. The trunk. The tusk. The leg. The stomach. The tail. As no one had decided to feel further around the animal, each one judged the creature based solely on the side they had come to know.

Don’t wait for the group to come an agreement. Feel your way to your own answer and share it with others if they are interested and then, keep walking.

2. Pursue your passions purposefully.

In the service of humanity, the only true reason to pursue passion is as a means of allowing you to connect, engage, and interface with other people. Art is important as a means of human expression, but never as important as the relationships it creates. Use it. Music. Dance. Poetry. Debate. Painting. Sculpture. Teaching.

Find increasingly more ways to extend the reach of your art for it will weave the tapestry of your person to person connections and experiences over a wider landscape. These relationships are symbiotic for they will serve again to feed your art in return.

These passions are an outlet. A valve for twisting to open yourself again and anew that the people around you will always know and be reminded who you are.

3. Question your ethics often.

It is nearly impossible for me to inform you of the right way to deal with the people in your life, but I can advise you that if you are always asking yourself the right ethical questions then you will find a way that allows these relationships to sustain themselves or be left behind as necessary. Relationships are fragile things. They need a consistent sort of care. The relationships which we build or break will directly affect the service which we are able to render in our human experience.

The old trope still applies. Your rep travels. Look at the ethics of your interaction and decide if what you are stating lines up with what you are doing. Look further. Decide if what you are doing is consistent the other things that you are doing. Look further. Decide if the people you are engaging is consistent with what you are saying and doing. Every point of engagement in your life has a purpose. Be sure that you are always aware of that purpose.

4. Be ageless.

This was not endpoint of is our conversation, but I have decided that I should not ramble on in this blog post as we did in the car on that faithful evening and in spite of all of my attempts, I could never dispense what came forth in that moment. This is the magic of person to person engagement. Speaking forth allows you to know the lessons you have retained as much for your benefit as for the person whom you are addressing.

There is quite a difference the between maturation and aging. Know that distinction and decide which one you should choose to do. One is not necessarily higher or better than the other. You might find that you choose to do both. I have decided to mature, but never to age. On July 10, I shall turn 29 with more vigor and energy than I had on the day preceding that one.


Kemetic Nasty w/Spoken Grenade

by The AOMuse

she was
kemetic nasty
osiris resurrecting
penis power
from fires of passion
that i burn
each night
upon my bedroom altar

he was
kemetic nasty
washed ash wednesday holy
in the crutch waters
of me
like a new day
born of my vulva.

together
we sacrifice
tonal meditations
invoking pagan god
and goddess
of brown earth
as we sing
sacred temple songs
hum harmonies
that hearken
wiccan sensuality
moonlight magic
and sensual alchemy
shining sun shine hot
like Mercury
in dizzy revolutions
of everlasting
daylight.

she drank my aqua vitae
we last life forever–
he lit my pilot
we combust forever–

i carved my name
on the walls
of her pyramid
and set booby traps
for foreign invaders.

i etched my insignia
on the contours
of his polyhedron
and pissed around the corners

no foreign invaders!!!

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Spiced Apple Walnut Delight

by The AOMuse

The Story Behind the Stomach

I am learning again to love apples.  As a child, I would go bananas over bananas; banana pudding, banana cream pie, chocolate covered frozen bananas, banana bread, banana smoothies, and on occasion banana flavored Now & Laters.  Apples were an afterthought.  They were always so plain and never seemed to change in flavor.  Only later did I learn of the incredible variety of apples that are available in the world today and the strange journey they have taken from a few wild ancestors to the 7,500 descendant cultivars that now presently exist.  Apples and I are now learning to get along just fine.

My heart of hearts still favors a room temperature Golden Delicious.  I am fast falling for the sloppy, juicy, crunchy, and snack worthy Honeycrisp.  The Fuji is a favorite of the morning oatmeal and stew pot due to my recent discovery of the Curried Apple Couscous recipe.  Granny Smith remains the best old biddy a pie ever seen.  If I had to cast a vote for the thickest and most flavorful skin, Red Delicious would top the ballot.  Ambrosia, Braeburn, Gala, McIntosh, and a vote of delight for those unnamed bitter variations that live and serve we connoisseurs of the hard cider community so well.

During childhood, one of my favorite desserts that my mother would prepare was her personal spin on the old fashioned Waldorf Salad.  Crisp sliced and peeled apples, water softened raisins, crunchy walnuts, carrots, and celery swimming with love in a bath of mayonnaise.  Some folks will wince at the mayonnaise, but believe me, it was a belly full of sumptuous.

When I first began my voyage back into the arena of cooking, one of the first dishes that I attempted was this wonderful Apple and Walnut Salad.  It was for the graduation pot luck at Jah’kaya’s school at the time, New Concept.  By the way, whatever happened to those pot lucks?  There was some good community interaction there.  I also made a taco salad for one of them which didn’t turn out well in my opinion, but still received warm reviews from other members of the community.

In any case, I do hope that you derive some enjoyment from my update to my mother’s old recipe.  I have dropped the mayonnaise in favor of Strawberry Yogurt.  Vegans can use either a soy yogurt, lime or citrus vinaigrette, or dijon mustard.  All of these substances are designed to tie the flavors of the fruits and vegetables together and can be used in greater or lesser amounts as your tastes prefer.

Ingredients

  • 4 Large Apples, chopped & cored
  • 1/3 c. Strawberry Yogurt
  • 4 1/2 c. Carrots, shredded
  • 1/2 c. Walnuts, chopped
  • 1/3 c. Raisins
  • 1 1/4 c. Celery, chopped
  • 1 tbsp. Lemon Juice
  • 1 dash All Spice
  • 1/2 c. Coconut, shredded

Directions

    1. Combine apples, carrots, walnuts, celery, & coconut in a salad bowl.
    2. Soak raisins in warm water for 10 minutes until sufficiently soft and moist.
    3. Drain & squeeze out any excess water.
    4. Combine remaining ingredients in salad bowl & toss until all items are sufficiently coated in mixture of yogurt, lemon juice, and all spice.
    5. Spice to taste.

Variations

For flavor variations, substitute Citrus Vinaigrette, Mayonnaise, Miracle Whip, Dijon Mustard, or Plain Yogurt for Strawberry Yogurt. Dried cherries may be used in place of raisins.


Curried Apple Couscous

by The AOMuse

The Story Behind The Stomach

On a particular day some time ago, I was making purchases at the Shabazz Healthy Food Hub at the close of a particular lazy shopping day.  I had come to discover on that day that I was presently maxed out on a backlog of vegetable produce and thought I would use this shopping visit to increase my spice supply and grab a few pieces of fruit while I had the opportunity.  I am a fairly lackadaisical shopper and make no qualms about throwing bread at the bottom of the bag or letting fruit, vegetables, and spices all commingle in a single container.

On this day, the apples found themselves placed close to the taco and berbere seasonings later coming to acquire their unique aroma.  As I bit into this apple, the wealth of my senses became activated.  My nose dangled on the edge of the berbere scent and my tongue danced across the sweetness of the Honey Crisp while my mind began to wonder what the two flavors would do if we locked them behind the walls of the stew pot or dutch oven.

As I am usually inclined to do when so inspired, I scoured the internet for a recipe that might pique my interest and spark my taste buds which I found at fantastic food lover’s blog 101 Cookbooks as authored by Heidi Swanson.  The concoction that follows originates from there.  I have not yet had an opportunity to attempt this recipe myself, but it received extremely high markings from my good sister Safia Rashid when she prepared it for the Rashid clan.  Perhaps I will post a follow up when I am occasioned sit down and work out the recipe for myself.

Ingredients

  • 4 tbsp. Unsalted Butter (or Butter Substitute)
  • 1 tbsp. Curry Powder
  • 1 Medium Apple, cored & chopped
  • 3 Green Onions, washed, trimmed, & thinly sliced
  • 1 c. Whole Wheat Couscous (or regular)
  • 3/4 c. Water
  • 1 tsp. Sea Salt
  • 1/2 c. Pine Nuts, toasted
  • Small handful of Mint, chopped

Directions

    1. In a large saucepan over medium-high heat add 3 tablespoons of the butter, the curry powder, and a couple generous pinches of salt, and cook for a minute or until the spices are fragrant.
    2. Stir in the chopped apples and cook for about 3 minutes, enough time for the apples to soften up a bit and absorb some of the curry.
    3. Scoop the apples from the pan and set aside in a separate bowl.
    4. In the same pan, again over medium-high heat, add the remaining tablespoon of butter.
    5. Stir in the green onions, let them soften up a bit and then add the water and salt.
    6. Bring to a boil, stir in the couscous, cover and remove from heat.
    7. Steam for 5 to 10 minutes and then use a fork to fluff up the couscous.
    8. Stir in the apples, pine nuts, and chopped mint.
    9. Season with more salt and curry powder to taste.

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