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Personal Style: Eclectic

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Book Review: Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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To read a novel and identify so easily and relate so often is for me a rare experience. This made it somewhat agonizing to put down Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's Americanah even for food and rest. It was an affirmation of observations and feelings that I thought alien to everyone but me. Ifemsco was for that matter very relevant. Where she is coming from is familiar. Her experiences in Nigeria prior to the United States, in the States, and as a returnee resonated with me.  For instance, I found the ceremony of nicknaming most precious. So it made me chuckle, quite loudly, and in public, too, when Ginika meets Ifemelu for the first time after years apart and calls her Ifemsco! Yes. Finally a book that appreciates that initiation of students into their new family of school mates. I was beginning to think it was an exclusive Ghanaian school tradition. In junior school, for example, I was "With a Gun." Due to an answer I gave in my English class. Till this day, when I encounte…

Poetry: Valéry as Dictator by Amiri Baraka

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Valéry as Dictator


Sad. And it comes
tomorrow. Again, gray, the streaks
of work
shredding the stone
of the pavement, dissolving 
with the idea
of singular endeavor.  Herds, the
herds
of suffering intelligences
bunched,
and out of 
hearing. Though the day
come to us
                    in waves,

Photography: Selfie

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Opinion: The End

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I am noticing endings, like when the day gives into night and when the night gives into day. Like when the food disappears on my plate and when the taste disappears from my mouth. Like when my eyes are too tired to keep open.  And that it was only yesterday, now gone, and I had been on the phone for hours with my best friend. Like when I finished that book and then this book, and I am beginning now another book. Like spring is here and it feels like it is ending. It has become less important what I imagine the others are saying and what I imagine they are thinking. The time above me is ticking and soon I will be in bed and maybe tomorrow will be here or not. It is ended: somethings that I felt, I no longer remember, and somethings that I felt, I remember but I no longer feel. I laughed a few hours ago, I am sure, but I must think to remember exactly when I did and what it was about. Mostly I feel this feeling, a nonchalant sadness that pricks into that imaginary heart but not with re…

Personal Style: Papajamas!

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Book Review: Go Tell it on the Mountain by James Baldwin

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First things first, I am not of the "I love writing book reviews" camp. But since life is short, and this sort of writing is favorable to my better understanding of a good book, a little self torture is just the thing. Initially I was shying away from James Baldwin's Go Tell it on the Mountain because the title alludes to the biblical: Moses-ish. For reasons that are not clear to me, but which I am trying to understand, I do not like to be preached to. I know very few who do. Simply put, who are you to tell me how to live my life? Right? But that has not stopped me to, almost on a daily basis, suggest to others how to think or live their lives! So it is an interesting scenario that I find myself in Tell it on the Mountain. Upon reading Baldwin's novel I was surprised to learn that I was right and wrong. Right in that it was biblical, wrong in that it would suck. It read very beautifully.

Poetry: Duende by Tracy K. Smith

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Duende

1.

The earth is dry and they live wanting.
Each with a small reservoir
Of furious music heavy in the throat.
They drag it out and with nails in their feet
Coax the night into being. Brief believing.
A skirt shimmering with sequins and lies.
And in this night that is not night,
Each word is a wish, each phrase
A shape their bodies ache to fill—

Photography: Basquiat: The Unknown Notebooks

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Observation: Nana

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days now and daze then
from where days come to days where go
all years a dais
long ribbon varying colors
upon once an embryo is was
baby toddler infant child
little girl big girl
headstrong

Personal Style: Zee Boho Spin

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When I go boho I call it a wild day. It means to be more natural and not worry much about much. The beauty in dressing for a wild day is putting less effort into what I choose to wear. Interestingly enough I end up loving what I do wear and having some good time in it. A little confession: if you find the pictures blurry, which they are, it is not because I am almost blind, which I am. It is because I shot this half awake. Don't ask why. Please. Nothing here is ironed. They can all use a little smoothing up on that little -iNg board, but let's pretend that tool is yet to be invented. As a matter of fact, I happened to not like ironing. But sometimes when I find myself in the middle of it, it is hard to stop. Therapy.

Book Review: Ten Lessons from The Alchemist

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There! I, too, have read Paulo Coelho's Alchemist. I had been meaning to do so since I read Ben Johnson's, and also after hearing Will Smith recommended it once on some late night show. However, I kept forgetting. In a recent shoot of my bookshelves, I saw my copy of Ben Johnson's and though I was in the middle of To the Lighthouse, I stopped reading to look up Coelho's version. Luckily I found a copy online. As it is really short, only 94 pages, I put Woolf aside and finished Coelho in a few hours. It is a fast, easy read.

So here is the top ten lessons I gleaned from my first reading:

1. One needs an idea of what it is one wishes to do with one's life in order to have a meaningful life. Santiago dreams to travel. Though his poor parents gave him a good education, with the intension that he would become a priest, his parents' dreams were not his own.

Poetry: For My People by Margaret Walker

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For My People

For my people everywhere singing their slave songs
     repeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their blues
     and jubilees, praying their prayers nightly to an
     unknown god, bending their knees humbly to an
     unseen power;

Photography: Gazing Globes

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Opinion: The Black Bitters

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A friend jokingly called me an angry black woman. And by so doing became the scapegoat I had been waiting for.  Have you noticed how in conversation with someone of say African descent, you being maybe a caucasian by the name of Victoria, would pull out the angry black person card? This usually happens when your friend, Asantewa, is trying to talk about such things as racism and how it is psychologically damaging and such. You, dear Victoria, have learned to use this magic phrase the moment you start feeling uncomfortable, because it brings the disagreeable emotions to an end. All this forever talk on race in the 21st century of 'color blindness' is really annoying and has been going on for way too long. People really need to chillax! It makes you feel as though you are being accused of something that is no fault of yours. Why should you have to keep taking this backlash? Cannot they see that it makes you feel awful? I mean it is not even your fault that one or two of your an…

Personal Style: By the Water Side

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April is Here!

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It's been a beautiful winter, but I am very glad that spring is here. The winter has taught me to hold this spring dearer.  I mean to make the time to have a beautiful April; I hope you will try and do the  same.

- Jane

Poetry: Women by Louise Bogan

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Women

Women have no wilderness in them,
They are provident instead,
Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts
To eat dusty bread.

They do not see cattle cropping red winter grass,
They do not hear
Snow water going down under culverts
Shallow and clear.

They wait, when they should turn to journeys,
They stiffen, when they should bend.
They use against themselves that benevolence
To which no man is friend.

They cannot think of so many crops to a field
Or of clean wood cleft by an axe.
Their love is an eager meaninglessness
Too tense, or too lax.

They hear in every whisper that speaks to them
A shout and a cry.
As like as not, when they take life over their door-sills
They should let it go by.

- Louise Bogan
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