"Never in history have so many people had so much information, so many tools at their disposal, so many ways of making good ideas come to life. Yet at the same time, so many people, of all walks of life, could use so much help, in both little ways and big."
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
you gave the moon its shine you guided the sun through the skies you created all that is mine and told me the most perfect lies you carved the smile on my face you controlled the heavens all the while invading my space flavoring me with your essence I let you in unknowingly mistaking your gentle touch for love and your welcoming smile for joy joy that I brought to you not knowing I was merely another
i haven’t updated my blog in months. i have piles and piles of scrap pieces of paper with amazing ideas and outlines. i’ve been planning a website refresh for a minute. a collaborative pop art piece on environmental issues. an exploratory art exhibition. two books of edited works. three short stories. a poetry chapbook. two grant applications and a proposal. two remix culture online projects. a film script. a curated exhibition. a couple of trips. a fairytale. phd applications. plus an entrance exam.
i had felt frozen by everything just piling on top of me. a cluttered mountain of stuff. but i started purging the physical, and with each useless item i throw out, more time magically appears to plan and implement.
i’m removing myself from my social sphere. i can feel it. i’m slacking off at returning phonecalls, sending last minute texts cancelling on plans. i’ve stopped updating this site ten times a day, my twitter feed on the hour, and responding to fb messages. i’m turning selfish, but not really.
i need to take this space more than i need wasted time. there’s a rash on my fingertips from the itch to create and everyday, i vomit stories.
i’ve stopped thinking of new ideas. i’ve finished labelling my files and organising my workspace. i’m just filling up the tank, and soon, very soon, i’m taking off.
“Your time is limited, don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living the result of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition, they somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”—Steve Jobs
“Daughter, take this amulet,
tie it with cord and caring.
I’ll make you a chain of coral and pearl
to glow on your neck. I’ll dress you nobly.
A gold clasp too – fine, without flaw,
to keep with you always.
When you bathe, sprinkle perfume, and weave your hair in braids,
string jasmine for the counterpane.
Wear your clothes like a bride,
anklets for your feet, bracelets for your arms…
Don’t forget rosewater,
don’t forget henna for the palms of your hands…”— Poem to her Daughter, Mwana Kupona binti Msham