Sometimes life is syrup slipping over a stone, and other times it’s free climbing a vertical rock face without proper training nor a sense of up or down.
Sam had been one of the founding members of Speakeasy, so while I had heard his name often over the years, we didn’t actually meet in person until Blasé died. At the memorial service, we[…]
My Revolutionary Suicide Note – Melissa Harris-Perry
The first thing that you notice is the stillness. There’s a kind of easy commingling between the vast Amazonian jungle and the film’s hero, Karamakate; their integration is so complete, it’s difficult to determine where one ends and the other begins.
My visit with Mr. Tale in Detroit served as a potent reminder of the resiliency and inherent artistry of the human spirit. Oh, and we ate some tight food, too.