Rafikis- Zaidi Kidogo has obviously been out-of-service for a while. I’ve been schemin and dreamin up a new blog/writing project for this year, TBA soon! Love, Shani
Everybody seeks happiness! Not me, though! That’s the difference between me and the rest of the world. Happiness isn’t good enough for me! I demand euphoria!
—Calvin (from Calvin & Hobbes)
“I like to think that some small canister of hope and tranquility washed ashore that day and we, in the right place, found it. These are the things I imagine all lovers wish for amid the hot commencements of love and promises, their histories and failures washing ashore like flotsam, their innards girthed against those architects of misery, desire and restlessness; their hope rising against the air as it fondles the waves and frolics them skywards. I like to think that, if the heart pauses awhile in a single place, it finds a home somewhere, like a vagabond lured by fatigue to an unlikely town and, with a sudden peacefulness, deciding to stay there. I like to think these things because, whether or not they reach fruition, they provide the heart with a kind of solace, the way poetry does, or all forms of tenderness that issue out amid the deserts of failed love and petulant desire. I like to think them because, meditated on amid this pattern of off-white and darkness, they lend themselves to a kind of music, not unlike the music a dove makes as it circles the trees, not unlike the sun and the earth and their orbital brothers, the planets, as they chant to the heavens their longing for hope and repetition amid orderly movement, not unlike the music these humble wishes make with their cantata of willfulness and good intentions, looking for some pleasant abstractions amid our concretized lives, something tender and lovely to defy the times with, quiet and palpable amid the flickers of flux and the flames of longing: a bird rising over the ashes, a dream.”
-Michael Blumenthal, Wishful Thinking
“Ro Di Geda” by Colbert Mukwevho
some gorgeous old-school South African reggae (Venda-style), sung by the rastaman revolutionary Colbert Mukwevho
It’s always night, or we wouldn’t need light.
You will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.
—Adrian Tan (2008)
Every man got a right to decide his own destiny,
And in this judgment there is no partiality.
So arm in arms, with arms, we’ll fight this little struggle,
Cause that’s the only way we can overcome our little trouble.
-Bob Marley, Zimbabwe