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- muMs
- muMs is an award-winning New York City based Poet and a member of the Labyrinth Theater Company.
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muMs the Schemer ===> Schemer: fiend, foe, friend, fear, /swallower of your fear, /blasphemer, /dreamer…. /to hold, to have, to be in a condition akin to, to victory he prevails! /A mathematical or philosophical diagram representing the astrological aspects of the planets, emotions and intellect on scales, /teller of your tale /in a letha-phorical outline, /a concise examination crafty and secretive in sign, /a systematic and organized chaotic plot. /I am muMs the schemer and you, are not. ===> The first ‘m’ is lower-cased /concerned with race /and small manipulative matters of that sort: /the things in our face /that bleed into our heart. /The ‘u’- also small- leads me to look to the sky, walk there the edge of a shore equating to particles of sand, stars, the moon. To be under all that which is bigger than me lead’s to the second ‘M’ capitalized for the manipulation /of that that from which all shall begin /and again /from when /we least expect. /The ‘S’ is the trick: the hush of it all. /The control over what we discuss, beckon or call /or plural to represent the many that know /or just that the path is a windy road? /No matter, it also is small. ===> muMs, the schemer and echo-er of it all.
Monday, April 18, 2011
tradition is a rubber band stuck in the past, stretching across time. eventually the tension slows everything down.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Rewriting A Decade of Decadence
January 13th, 1:20am Bronx, NYC--
A new year has begun. A new decade even. It took me 13 days to acknowledge it I guess. take it all in. wake from the debauchery that was 2000- 2010. Without going into too much detail I'll just say this has been one hell of a down swinger of a decade. I've gone through four major relationships, middle to high six digits worth of cash (probably much more), a lot of Jack Daniels and various other spirits and acres of marijuana. A true decade of decadence the Aughts have been for me. Oh yes there is no form of destructive pleasure I haven't at the very least stuck my nose into. So, right here is where I am sure you are thinking I am going to make some grand announcement about making changes and being sober and whatnot. really? do you know me? I am proclaiming what it was for me. The Nineties, I went with the flow and the flow lead me to the most successful fulfilling time of my life. The Eighties were about taking steps and making mistakes and then taking more steps. What does this new decade hold for me? Not exactly sure at the moment. I DO know that I am writing it. I DO know that it is my hand that lifts and pours that bottle of Jack, that lights the joint, that breaks that woman's heart. I wield the sword of destruction and helm the bulldozer blazing the path of my future. I take full responsibility over it all. So right now my prize possession is a pen.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
The art of handwriting
Handwriting is art. Take out its communicative intent. It is unreadable even by me. Here I write to release. These are things I want no one to read. I don't even want to read them, ever again. They are gone, trapped in the art, to be shared with the world.
-goRealer
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Nature's uber-narcissistic hero complex paradox in 5
I) I am muMs.
What is muMs? why is your name muMs? what is your real name?
Craig.
II) Why is there a muMs?
To protect Craig.
From what?
Being hurt.
Hurt by whom?
The world.
III) The world has hurt Craig?
Yes.
IV) The world hurts everyone.
Everyone needs muMs.
V) Who is muMs?
The protector.
The protector of Craig?
Until Craig needs no more protection.
Then what becomes of muMs?
muMs goes on to protect the world.
Protect the world from whom?
From Craig.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Is it Racism only when the jokes are negative?
Just watched Bill Maher. I admit I'm a fan. Along with his sensible take on the politics of the country, he calls out racism on the tea party, Rush Limbaugh and Carl Paladino which I appreciate. He says there is major racism against President Obama in this country but then he dresses up like a pimped out Obama named Barry White House and does a routine. Granted it is funny. Like really funny but it's dripping in stereotype. Should something be racist ONLY if it is negative? I don't know. I felt a twinge of "wow, should I be laughing?" But watching Cornel West laugh at all the "black jokes" about Obama and respond every time Mahar defers to him when talking about any black people, as brilliant as he is, made West seem so much like... someone's uncle named Tom. Whatever, I don't know.
I have a lot of non black friends that straddle that line when joking. I let a lot of things go, even when the jokes get real close to the line, mostly because I know their hearts and know that their friendship is real. They feel comfortable to be able to say certain things around me that they would never say around black people they don't know. Mostly because they know that it doesn't bother me and I can give as much as I can take. But watching Bill Maher tonight straddle that line even standing in defense of President Obama and the racism against him, just felt kinda uncomfortable.
-goRealer
I have a lot of non black friends that straddle that line when joking. I let a lot of things go, even when the jokes get real close to the line, mostly because I know their hearts and know that their friendship is real. They feel comfortable to be able to say certain things around me that they would never say around black people they don't know. Mostly because they know that it doesn't bother me and I can give as much as I can take. But watching Bill Maher tonight straddle that line even standing in defense of President Obama and the racism against him, just felt kinda uncomfortable.
-goRealer
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