The rising tide

Gil Scott-Heron – New York Is Killing Me (Chris Cunningham Remix) [Full 3 Screens HD]

Betty G.

04/25/2013

New York is Killing Me

Gil Scott Heron – As a poet and musician. His best known composition, was the song/poem titled, “The revolution will not be televised,” that was first recorded in 1970. It was an incredibly moving poem that established him as an activist and an artist, and earned him the title of “Godfather of Rap.” “New York is killing me,” is from his last 2010 recording “I’M Here Now.” He said the theme of the revolution will not be televised was the revolution that took place in your head. It could not be televised because it was a shift in thinking. This theme continued throughout his work from “Johannesburg” to the more subtle themes of the broken home in his last recording, “I’m Here Now.”

The Revolution Will Not be Televised

Johannesburg

Bedroom window #127

Betty G.

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04/24/2013

4/24/2013

A pale slate grey sky

Rain will fall as cold as ice

Spring here sometimes brings snow

Buddy Wakefield – Convenience Stores

04/24/2013

Buddy Wakefield – Convenience Stores

Okay this is a story teller.

Honkadori

Betty G.

1 comment

04/23/2013

This is really interesting. I really like this idea and I am going to try it soon.
Betty G

Bedroom window #126

Betty G.

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04/23/2013

4/23/2013

Against a grey sky

Soft green eyelets waltz and whirl

Waiting for Spring rain

Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz “Notes on Rejection”

04/23/2013

I just received my first two rejections on the same day, so I now can really relate to this. I was told “unfortunately at this time we have not selected your writing…” and “keep submitting,” and then I found this video. I know it happens. It is a rite of passage. So it is cool. So for everyone else out there who knows this feeling or is afraid they will die, you won’t, but you may find yourself overindulging in Chinese food. Or maybe that is just me.

One Day When I Am Enough

Betty G.

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04/23/2013

I think allot of us live by the sentiment of someday as if today is not enough. Today, however is all we have and that is why it has to start being enough. It has to be and I am glad to have found this poem by Lurana Brown to remind me of that.
Betty G