Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Pardon me but FORMATION has entered into my SUPRANATURAL GLORYSTORIES CONSIDERATION

OK THIS IS WHERE I AM I WILL POST PICS BUT 4NOW IM JUST GONNA BE IN MY ZONE

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SO THEY SEA THE FAT ONE NOT MY BEST LOOK BUT IM OK WITH HER SHE TOO IS A GODDESS AND IS IN THIS PHYSICAL BODY THAT STRANGE WISDOM HAS CHOSEN TO SPEAK DO I MATCH MY WORDS TO MIRROR WHERE I AM IF SO PLEASE LET THEM BE CLEAR CLEAN ILLUMINATING A BIG ASS FAN BOLTED AND LOCKED ABOVE THE CEILING AGAIN HOW DID I GET HERE? I HAD NOT PLANNED TO ENTER THIS SPACE I WAS WALKING YES AND THERE WERE SIGNS THAT SPOKE OF A COLLOBORATION WITH AN ART GROUP IN NEW YORK ON PHOTOGRAPHY AND COMMUNITY AND I SAID YES2THAT AND IT MADE ME FEEL THAT ALL WHO I ONCE KNEW AS FRIENDS IN NEW YORK THAT I AM SUCH A GREAT DISSAPPOINTMENT BECAUSE IVE BEEN BACK IN MY MOTHER'S HOMELAND FOR MORE THAN EIGHT YEARS AND HAVE NOT DONE WHAT WAS REQUIRED- CREATE A VENUE THAT CONNECTS THE ART WORLD I EXPERIENCED IN NEW YORK WITH HOUSTON BUT THIS JOURNEY OF MINE WAS SMALL ON BEING AN ARTIST AND BIG ON GETTING OLD AND ENTERING THE REALM OF THE HERMIT AND I BECAME THE PLACE OF SURREALNESS A MYSTERY REALM THAT I CANT EVEN COMPREHEND TO DESCRIBE AND I HAD TO UNDERSTAND THAT IN THAT WAY OF ALL BECOMING STRANGE I WAS BECOMING THE SELF THAT WAS BEST FIT TO COMMUNICATE THAT STRANGENESS THE SOFA WAS UNDONE BUT THAT WAS TO BE AN OPERA I WENT TO THE BREAKFAST PLACE BECAUSE I KNEW WHEN THE MANAGER CAME OVER I WOULD KNOW MORE AND HE DID AND I DID NOT AND THERE WAS ANOTHER WHO CAME THRU TO SHARE SOME NEWS BUT THAT WAS NOT FOR ME EITHER AND SO I WALKED AND NOW I AM HERE THE BREAKFAST FOOD WAS GOOD I SAVED SOME FOR LUNCH AND NOW HERE IN THIS MIDDLE SPACE THAT WAS DESIGNED FOR ME TO BE HERE RIGHT NOW IT WAS ALL PLANNED 2SAY 4ME so tell us daughter whatever u want to tell us again tell us I SAY- well it really got stranger than i could have ever imagined and that poor sofa poor Beka in the play and momma in real time poor momma that i her only daughter we can only half understand each other and that poor son of hers in the back who puts curses on everybody who dont read the bible and worship his God and poor Kwame who sent me his genius music but dont nobody get it cept the tsunami spirits who wail and shoot themselves at the court house AND IN MY DREAMTIME REALM DEM SAY- and you still have not sold your nail and you are still so misunderstood and you havent connected with nothing except us and u and how does that make you feel? I SAY- that poor sofa



After the DARKMATTER BATH

IDEA: Writers Residency based on these years in HAINTTOWN/H-town


a 3-5 year independent study writer's residency that would include a community project and the publishing of a book based on the residency. Includes a modest studio and stipen.