Thursday, December 09, 2010
I hope you all are finding warmth as it gets really cold outside. I co-curate Women on Wednesdays Arts and Culture Project based here in NYC. We are currently accepting performance and workshop proposals from girls and women of the African diaspora to present creative works and teach during the month of February. Here is the link: http://www.bettysdaughterarts.com/women-on-wednesday-teach-in.php If you have any questions, don't hesitate to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Ebony Noelle Golden
Friday, December 03, 2010
Greetings loved ones! For those of you who did not experience the delicious first session of the Juneteenth Freedom Academy on Love Poems here are some highlights from but one of our incredible poetic exercises!
See you next week? Event details here: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=103868#!/event.php?eid=135017403218949
Voicemail messages after June Jordan....
After June Jordan's "Resolution #1,003" and "Why I Became a Pacifist and How I Became a Warrior Again"
(transcript of response to Why I Became a Pacifist and How I Became a Warrior Again)
I dare you to listen
to this entire message
My only apology is
to the self I will never again suppress.
I am singing my song and it sounds like
loving every smell every noise every accidental shine
of the self I came to be.
Also known as (sung) yeeeeeesssssssss!
My head clear and open
nobody else's voice in there
except maybe a lullaby from my grandmother.
And I dare you to keep listening
if you can stand to sit still long enough to hear
that praises something other than your sorry ass.
Singing my song feels like hearing my baby's
heartbeat for the first time...and the more than that
is putting down my shield, laying down my sword
and facing love beautifully naked.
I need space to sing my song and you take up all the space.
I am ready for a room where I can breathe
and sing and smile and take off my clothes.
I live ready for live so
full so loud from my song
love so deep and naked and vulnerable
with ALL my nerve
and my sword
and my shield
(sung) singin' my war song
Because my song twists and turns in the
autumnal blaze of this battlefield
Because you want to hear the notes turned
To choose them
To take them home
To sharpen them against a blade
To surrender to them
I will be experiencing
My soul sings with the joy of knowing
I have much more to offer the world than another sorry.
And I dare you to listen to this entire message.
We love you!!!
and p.s. donations are ALWAYS welcome in the form of money, toilet paper, or forks and plates!