I want to write down this dream I had before it goes away.

Class was beginning at hunter. My first class is Creative writing workshop in the 12th floor "library" of the west building. It's a small cupboard of a classroom. A little bit larger than my bedroom. We cram maybe 14 people inside. We are seated, and we are reading the frist page of my ( Read more... )

I would log onto hotmail ten come to live journal to read my friends posts. I have thoroughly broken that habit. Now I have myspace, the much more visceral, much less personal site, where I am not protected by pseudonym. Still, a part of me really likes the pseudonym. It speaks to me of anonymity, and thought at times I like to be know,other ( Read more... )

Yesterday I was sick, officially so, but my sickness feels like lie. So this morning I decided to sleep past class to two o'clock in an attempt to beat this thing. I am fucking tired of being sick. My osre throat has now turned into a raw throat, luckily I'm not talking much, but it is still pain. Once again, I skip a day of class it gets better, ( Read more... )

Ebbu and I hit the rocks again. It doesn't feel very good. Yesterday, on my way home from school, I began thinking of our relationship again. I realized we didn't see enough of each other, that the sexual attraction has gone awol, and we arn't enjoying each others company very much. I wondered if this was the end, and concluded it must be. Then I ( Read more... )

The Cotton Club Blues

The neighborhood is called Manhattanville, I think. I’m not from New York City, so it is just my interpretation of the map. It could be Morningside Heights, or it could be Hamilton Heights. Really one can tell it’s neither because it lies in the Valley underneath these places, it is not high, it is not a part of the ‘the ( Read more... )

The organization involved is really based around willingness. Command is what is required, obedience assumed. Inner city politics are ugly. The more I read about them, the uglier they become. In the jungles of our "ancestors" whatever that means, one could just walk away and forage. Leaving the community only meant loosing the comfort of your ( Read more... )

I'm back in classes, and you know what that means, MORE ESSAYS!
So here is the next one. Almost done, I don't see too much to change, but it is just a second draft really.

Here goes.

Just another Excuse

The sheer triviality of the inability to wake up boggles even my mind. It is such an assumed part of adulthood and life, that to speak of it in ( Read more... )

January 31st ( Read more... )

Every hour of every day of our lives is filled with descriptions, interactions, and depictions of violence. Violence itself seems to be so common in our media that the absence of it is strange. Yet, violence is not desirable. Most people if asked would like a peaceful world with peaceful lives. Why, if so common a desire exists, is the world so ( Read more... )

I"m going in fucking circles...Feeling somewhat unreasonable about my actions, I offered to be there for this girl. Then we send a few emails back and forth, now I want her and bad...I'm going in fucking circles.