Dolce far Niente (Sweet Doing Nothing)

Sitting here, considering ideas for a poem
to commemorate menfolk’s humanity, I recall
La Chiesa Gran Madre di Dio
Wondering its signification
in relation to menfolk’s historical disregard
for womenfolk, our only mothers
I say its name to you in imaginary conversation
and sip from my cup of coffee
In questo momento io ricordo
molte cose meraviglioso
the brown of your eyes and hair
the jazzy flow of our conversations
each time we traveled from Torino to Piossasco
to visit sister Rosello and fratello Luca

Sitting here this April Sunday mid-morning
I am moving with the feeling and what not

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Moscow June 1973: The Second International Ballet Competition

I partnered Sandra Fortune-Green in the first two of three rounds of competitive dancing. She is a native of Washington, D. C. and was a matriculant at Howard University in 1973.

We performed the Don Quixote pas de deux as her first classical entry in the Competition.

Les Deux: choreographed by Billie Wilson. Sandra’s contemporary entry in the Competition.

This sketch of Sandra and I was published in one of two brochures printed during the competition. We sat for the artist in a room located off the lobby of the Bolshoi Theater.

Desire And Fulfillment

And having come to terms
with your body's intelligence,
your heart obeyed
the authority of its agency.
The law of supply provided confirmation,
that of forgiveness infused you
with confidence,
and your soul got happy.
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Homage to Her Royal Soulfulness


When you sing soul anthems, pop songs,
Jazz standards, Dorsey and gospel-infused Puccini
To an arethafied completion
Each offering rates among the best
Of the best sounds I've ever heard uttered
By a journey agent of the vocalizing kind
The spiritual nurturance of your sacred/secular tonality
Touches me up, rectifies the imbalance between
My ego and my true self; and moving on up a little higher
I say "YES!" with everything I feel in me
Knowing for sure that each self-dividing
Go up, go down, go here, go there, go yes, go no
Was an overture to the unfolding of my destiny
And having these two aspects in balance again
I acknowledge that moving and moving with the spirit
Is the surest way to navigate life's episodes
Of learning, unlearning, relearning, and forgiving 
While the blood still runs warm in my veins    u
I won't forget your sweeter than sweet notes
Which are heard with the heart, not the ears
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For Lawrence Bostick (1948-1999)

Ciao Lawrence!
You understood the meaning of Inter Alia.
Thanks for the feedback one more time, and
thanks for the example of your courage:—
still open to the sinister currents of these days,
seeking a farther star, embracing the unknown,
becoming more you as you approach
the twilight passage back to from where we all came
when we first got here.
Your Benin visage/presence,
like that of il padrone or a trickster,
resides on the altar of my heart.
Someday we'll meet again and resume poetic exchanges
in the key of brotherhood,
offering cryptic attitude galore evermore.
Ciao fratellino!
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Compositions On Compassion And Other Emotions: essays, illustrations, poems, and short stories

A review of Bob McNeil’s big little book

Bob, thank you for this collection of essays, illustrations, poems, and short stories. They are a timely antidote to the widespread lack of compassion, here, there, and everywhere, in these United States of America. I am afraid the nightmare to which Stevie Wonder alluded in his 1970 recording titled “Never Had a Dream Come True”, has become real life. Since the COVID-19 epidemic and the January 6, 2021 uprising in the District of Columbia, the American democratic promise has gone undeniably and indisputably belly-up.

Compassion is in need of compassion today. The exercise of laws in the Nation that once safeguarded our human rights—and protected us from the malfeasance of overzealous governmental officials—are routinely flouted in the twenty-fifth year of the Twenty-first Century. The calamities that every citizen faces here and now, threaten to turn the world upside down in a way that defies comprehension. The haves (rich, powerful individuals) are valorized, and their wealth is highly praised. The have nots (poor and less fortunate individuals) are criminalized. They are treated like alien undesirables, although their lot in this collapsing American Empire is not entirely their own fault. They are not fully responsible for their misfortune, and the rest of we the people are likewise not responsible for what is happening to us, as a result of the Nation’s decline. Today, wealth is a social and political requirement; might is right generally speaking; and that much sought after mean green still is God Almighty and the national religion. Love, brotherhood, sisterhood, and the fragility and preciousness of human life seemingly are irrelevant ideals in the New Millennium.

The beauty and power of your little big book inspires hope in me. It is good medicine; one that alleviates the particular spiritual darkness and psychological pain produced by these hardhearted and uncertain present times. Each essay, illustration, poem, and short story brings to mind the vision that defined the optimistic, breakaway years of our youth: those gone days when advocating for peace, love, and harmony across the Nation was the zeitgeist, during the 60s and 70s. Each skillfully written offering is a testament of love; a paean to the ideals of brotherhood, sisterhood, the emotionally responsive heart, and to breathing in and breathing out. Compositions On Compassion And Other Emotions is a welcomed verbal and graphic expression that indicates you are one of the diehard standard bearers of the love/compassion persuasion.

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Song For My Father

His name is my name
an Old English word
for
the Shamrock symbol of Ireland
which crimson variety grows in southeastern Georgia

While traveling
in places and spaces sign-posted by my father
his father and his father
before him
and duly marked
by every male person in the sweep of human history
I walked receptively into
those hereditary regions of thought and genderized behavior
with ears perked and eyes wide open
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Thought





Everything must change: 
the young become the old, mysteries do unfold
No system, no ideology
no nation
no human being, and no thing lasts forever 
Change and change and change is the essence of life
Without change there is no life.
How do I know?
 I look inside myself and see
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