A wonderful variety of poetic talent was assembled for a great cause. October is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month, CAROLYN EMPRESS POETRY LAYNE Presents stop in the name of love 2013, An Anti-Domestic Violence Initiative Fundraiser benefiting S.A.B.R.I.N.A’S HOUSE.
Obediah Wright, New York choreographer on “The Dream At 50″ world-wide flash mob event, delivers a poignant monologue on the importance paying homage to those who came before us for the sacrifices they made that enable us to stand where we are now as artists and as a people.
Thank you! The Talent in this show was amazing. I am thankful for the opportunity to have been apart of this great dynamic. I Look forward to Bridges 2 August 31st.
The residents of public housing used thier collective voices and spoke loud and proud at the NYCHA Annual Plan meeting at pace university. But were NYCHA’s board members listening?
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This picture was taken at a New York City Public Housing/Union Rally 7/2/13. I saw a man with his son sitting on his shoulders watching the impassioned speakers. As soon as I saw it, I envisioned this.
Just when I close my eye’s, The alarm rings. I just got in bed, once again I role out of it. I’m out of it. I don’t know if I can, But I must. I’m not doing this for me, I’m doing this for us.
The water hit’s my face, pour’s over my fatigued physic. Lock jawed and weak, Yet my pain speaks volumes. My bones tell a story all their own, The clicks and pop’s. The steam from this heated shower helps a bit. I feel emotional but tear’s won’t remove themselves from me. I humbly say “Fu*k It!” This is what a man does.
My body still hasn’t caught up to my will, so I drag it out this shower, I pause in this steam induced haze. I catch my reflection in this mirror, not too much, just a little. Saw the pain in my own eye’s and broke the glance hastily. Hastily made my way down the hall past my son’s room. Wide feet and wooden floors eco loud off of cramped hallways. I can hear this ritual above me also. The battle cry sung by warriors of dawn.
Black power drips from roasted beans, Unsweetened is how I like it’s nectar, Bitter like my long day. My stomach begged me to feed it, loud and violent. I have no time to listen, Man on a mission. She yelled out “Stove!” My body froze and my head turned. This is why I love her. she has to get up in a few but turkey bacon, egg and cheesed me. As quick as I discovered it, It disappeared.
I walked in the room and kissed her with her morning breath. She wiped the egg off my cheek, laughed and whispered “Next time chew”. I walk passed my son’s room again to face the world, But he’s not in his bed, I make my way to the bathroom, not here either. I pause as the sound of clunking boots fill the hall, I make my way to this sound. I found him. Legs swallowed by boots too big to walk in. Sheet tied around his neck like a cape. He yells out “SUPER DADDY TO THE RESCUE!” The tears finally escape.
Just when I feel like giving up…..
Just when I.
At this point in my life, This is the happiest I have ever been. I guess I choose to be happy even though I am currently in what some call the “Beautiful Struggle”. I can only hope what I create reflects that.
This is just a visual Thank You. Thank you to people who actually do something about problems. I’m Honored to know you. Thank you for making me a better Man then I was Yesterday.