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9.28.2004

Signed, Harmless in Harlem

So I was out last night...went to the Bowery Poetry Club with a date. Saw some good--and some not so good--monolouges at the 8PM show. That was all well and good. It was on the train ride back up to Harlem when, out of nowhere, my date turns to me and says, "You can walk me home. You look harmless enough."

I did a double take. But I had no comeback. Nothing came to mind to say...because...I guess I am harmless. I put no fear in anyone, but fortunately I put no courage in them, either. LOL Courage to attack or mess with me. So I figure that's a good thing.

And there's basically no point to this story. Just wanted to introduce myself. Mr. Harmless. Hi.

Excuse me while I go "not scare" anyone on my way home.

Sigh.

scribbled by Will at 9/28/2004 03:33:00 PM
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9.27.2004

77 Reasons...

This is for my dad, who would've turned 77 today...


It was my first thought when my mother told me she wanted me to write a tribute to my dad, the man who gave me everything.

HOW?

How do you put into words the qualities of a man who meant so much to so many? How do you write down for all to see and feel the way he cared for his family?
How do you spell out someone’s patience and nurturing manner or his impact on complete strangers? How do you articulate his powerful singing voice, the way children adored him, the way people in the neighborhood lovingly called him “Poppy”?
How do you put your pen on fast forward and your grief on pause in order to record 76 years of a good man’s life?
How do you capture everything?
The fact is--you don’t. You don’t even have to.
You just play out the memories daily and apply the life lessons taught each and every day. You make a name for yourself that would be worthy of him and everything he stood for.

You keep going. And give everything you do all that you have.

That...means everything.

Will

scribbled by Will at 9/27/2004 05:26:00 PM
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Double Def

Last night I watched a double helping of Def Poetry. I really appreciate that show and showcase of talent it brings to alllll of America. The use of words and phrases and ideas and thoughts are amazing.
The past two years, I've been privileged enough to attend all of the tapings that take place at the Supper Club in NYC. This year, though, I didn't attend due to travel. And you know what? Watching the shows on television adds something for me...maybe I'm paying attention more because I'm seeing them for the first time. Maybe being there for every single taping serves as a detriment and causes you to mentally drift after the first hour of poems.
Whatever the case, the words, the phrases, the similes, the metaphors, the verbs, the nouns...all sounded fresh last night and made me appreciate what these artists were trying to say. Made me take pen to paper right after the show to put down some thoughts that had been blocked inside my heart. They're out now. Finally. And I believe its because of that creative nudge.
Last night, what I watched was on point. Refreshing. Inspiring.
It was Def-initely what I needed.

scribbled by Will at 9/27/2004 09:33:00 AM
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9.26.2004

Sunday in the City...

There are so many days that go by in a blur, because we're so caught up with our routines and responsibilities, and we let things that should be unforgettable pass us by. I think that's especially the case here in New York City, where we've basically become numb to the things around us, always ready to expect the unexpected.
Like today, on a Sunday morning, I'm on the train and sitting across from me was a man...smoking. On a train. In New York City. Underground. ON A TRAIN!!!! And you know what? No one in the packed train car said a word. Not one person looked up from their books or conversations to give this man a second look. That's the world we know these days. Sad but true. And truly unforgettable.

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This afternoon my friend's daughter makes her debut at Carnegie Hall. She's 10. And has been practicing the piano since July. OF THIS YEAR!!! I'm beginning to think this...may...be...a...long...afternoon.

SERENITY NOW!!!!


scribbled by Will at 9/26/2004 11:02:00 AM
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9.24.2004

Welcome to my mind.

It's 6.43p on a Friday, my brain is fried and I'm late for a play...but look out next week. lol

Hang with me. It should be a fun ride.

W

scribbled by Will at 9/24/2004 06:43:00 PM
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