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you’re within/i’m without

Posted in black history, clowns, Daniel Kaluuya, Get out on February 23, 2017 by loveinotherplaces

lianne lahavas sang that in a song. 

now, get out

if i had the coins, i’d go see it this weekend. feeling strong love vibes from that movie.  the trailer alone is enough. you can date who you want but … lmao. 

i like the main actor – daniel kaluuya – but i didn’t like black mirror. my ma made me watch an episode this summer cuz of course it’s her favorite … it is not like twilight zone the show, it IS the twilight zone. i remain confused by what i saw. and it was so boring and formless i was damn near offended. i also hated sicario but the brother’s acting was solid. 


there is a man

Posted in africa, art, best of the best, black culture, black history, bliss, brooklyn, career, culture, Design, dreams, faith, family, fear, freedom, friendship, God, Grandparents, hope, humanity, life, nathaniel mary quinn, painting, Uncategorized on September 27, 2016 by loveinotherplaces

there is a man whose middle name is Mary.  he is most definitely a man, yes.Image result for nathaniel mary quinn art

i met him the summer before we both graduated from college.  he couldn’t decide if he would go for his MFA or pursue his passion for stand-up comedy.

he is surely one of the funniest people i ever met.  with the biggest smile.  we called him Q but the world now knows him as nathaniel mary quinn cuz he went with the MFA and has since become a critically-acclaimed, future-forward, painter.  he now sells his work for millions and has a wait list with jay-z on it.  he’s been courted by pace gallery.  he’s showing all over the world.

i wriImage result for nathaniel mary quinn artte about him because he is love in other places.  his testimony is so real it’s unreal .. and having met his spirit personally, it makes his current success all the more divine, important, and special.

i’m honored God brought us together one brief summer.  that Q shared himself with us.  that he never gave up.  that he kept painting.  that he found the love of his life and married her.  that he is blessed beyond measure living in bed stuy right now. that he gave himself the middle name mary. that he is always who he is and always authentic.  that he always makes my cheekbones hurt from smiling.  i love his spirit.

he said this:Image result for nathaniel mary quinn art

“It’s only when you begin listening to your heart, that you will discover your genuine self… And allowing your genuine self to be is not easy; it takes courage,” he added. “But the moment I finally let go of expectation and desire, I was set free. And now, I’m happy.”

— Nathaniel Mary Quinn




sweet grit

Posted in abuse, addiction, africa, african music, african-u.s. relations, america, anthropology, art, black history, Black Lives Matter, black music, cleansing, community development, death, dreams, expression, family, fear, film, freedom of speech, Grandparents, healing, love, mothers, pop culture, race, racism, TV, TV shows, Uncategorized, violence on September 26, 2016 by loveinotherplaces

Image resultit’s only fitting that i listen to me’shell as i write this. she is apparently the musical director for the show, queen sugar.  i was gonna leave this show alone for a while cuz some black shit i gotta support from a distance.  the trailers were looking amazing and i support Ava Duvernay’s talented ass.  period.  so, to me, the details of the show didn’t matter.  i’m not personally drawn to any shows or movies that are dramas. drama is not my genre of choice.  at all. ever.  but there is a place for it and some black folk need it to accompany their meals.

a friend asked me what i thought so then i had to see it. mind you, i watched ONE episode.  the first one.

and i am going to be as loving and gentle in my words as i can because i will always support the work of independent black artists.  the best aspects of this show were:

  1. cinematography — just like in Selma (DP was Brad Young!!) the shots, the richness, the frames, the focus, the editing … was beauty, quality, depth, and real art
  2. music — AMAZING & PERFECT
  3. acting — above average .. mostly believable and heartfelt

where i think the show can grow:

  1. story — more interesting (not scandalous or over the top), more choices, less melodrama, more uniqueness to each character, then let the authenticity of the characters drive the story
  2. writing — there’s more good black writers, needs some quirkiness, sharpness, tightness, poetry
  3. pace — long shots of crying do not make us feel emotion … pick it up

in summary, there were things i liked and things i did not but at the end i teared up.  i did.Image result for queen sugar  some of it was the music’s fault and some of it was black nostalgia.  i am mainly glad that this show is a balm for much of my community.  i’m reading on FB and twitter that my folks are finding healing in this show.  even if it’s not my own salvation that i find in queen sugar, i appreciate it as a place many will call home.









michael brown

Posted in 2016 Presidential Election, abuse, africa, african-u.s. relations, Alton Sterling, america, american politics, anthropology, art, atlanta, Atlanta Beltline, belief, black culture, black history, Black Lives Matter, breathing, change, chaos, child abuse, christianity, cleansing, community development, compassion, cops, corruption, culture, development theory, education, empowerment, ethnic conflict, Ferguson, Michael Brown on August 9, 2016 by loveinotherplaces

Can’t believe it’s been two years. Sometimes love is written on the wall. 

in a human like Paul O’Neal

Posted in african-u.s. relations, Alton Sterling, america, american fiscal crisis 2008, american politics, art, baltimore, bitter obama, black culture, black girls, black history, Black Lives Matter, blogs, breathing, capitalism, change, chaos, chicago, child abuse, children, cleansing, co-habitation, community development, compassion, cops, corruption, culture, death, depression, dogs, dreams, education, ethnic conflict, Korryn Gaines, life, love, mothers, Paul O'Neal, Philando Castile, Police brutality, prayer, stuff white people like, time, trayvon martin, truth on August 6, 2016 by loveinotherplaces

Thought this was a brilliant painting or pastel — not sure of its origins or the medium. In light of Paul O’Neal details being released .. my patience with white people just evaporated. Got real with one white man at Publix. No, sir, you can keep your assumptions. And yes you better only have ten items in that cart. Four tomatoes count as four separate items. Bitch. I didn’t say all that but we had a whole race war in our minds. Trying to love them but can’t do it today. I accept that failure and ask Jesus to help me.  I often reference (cuz they often kill us) a blog post I wrote around 2007 about racism. The biggest effect of racism is the cycle of dehumanization. After white people dehumanize us enough many of us dehumanize them in turn. What kind of humans shoot children, hunt men, hang women?  Cops. Are they human?  I’ma have to pray on it. Today I’m not so sure. Cuz if they not human .. It’s open season right?  Isn’t that how the cycle goes. Isn’t that where Israel and Palestine are stuck at. White men have run the world for a long time .. They naked now, blue veins and pink pores exposed, and they smell the stench of the mess they made and they trying to cover it up with fences and their white women candidates .. America reminds me of this painting – sagging and toxic with its mouth open spewing shit that less and less people believe. Always showing its ass. 

in James Baldwin 

Posted in 2016 Presidential Election, abuse, african-u.s. relations, america, american politics, anthropology, art, baltimore, best of the best, black culture, black history, Black Lives Matter, breathing, career, chaos, Classics, co-habitation, community development, compassion, cops, corruption, culture, death, democracy, depression, dreams, education, empowerment, ethnic conflict, expression, family on August 4, 2016 by loveinotherplaces

If I can’t write like James Baldwin I almost wonder what’s the point. He’s that good. He makes me fall down all over myself. It’s his syntax that struck me first this time. And there is always his analysis .. ‘the secret is out – we are men!’  His open letter to Angela Davis made me wish he was straight and it was November of 1970. 

korryn gaines 

Posted in abuse, africa, african-u.s. relations, Alton Sterling, america, american politics, anthropology, baltimore, barack obama, bitter obama, black culture, black girls, black history, Black Lives Matter, breathing, change, chaos, child abuse, children, co-habitation, community development, compassion, cops, corruption, culture, death, Korryn Gaines on August 2, 2016 by loveinotherplaces

For Korryn Gaines and her son. May she rest. May he heal. May we all take a moment. To love our blackness.  And our fallen people. 

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