Coffee beans and lemon grass………..

Coffee beans and lemon grass……….. The Poet Laureate of Jamaica.

One man’s dilemma is another man’s enlightenment. When the colonies revolted in North America and eventually produced the United States of America the revolution is considered only a part of Europe’s’ period of ‘enlightenment’. But for the citizens of the colonies it was a time and a place of such overwhelming importance that in the country itself there is no period of ‘ enlightenment’ as well most of Europe knows the reciprocal. This I believe to be true.

And what is the point? What we see and hear and learn, the knowledge one carries for their life is the compilation and assimilation of environment. Each generation hopefully and with wishful thinking becomes immune to repeating the lessons of the previous generation. At times there is success. At times a hundred generations still fight the same fight. Does the repetition of struggling comes from lessons never shared or possibly not learned? Just may-be we feel compelled to dominate what we cannot. Dominate nature, her mountains and seas….all creatures and man himself at the sacrifice of enjoining and communing of thriving and sharing. A human trait of arrogance which cannot exist outside of a humans mind. Behold the universe and apply arrogance, only misery will replace the falsity of that human vanity.

The country of Jamaica beginning in the 1960’s and lasting into the 80’s experienced something of a social revolution which appears lost to history. From those years came Mervyn Eustace Morris the Poet Laureate of Jamaica. Exploring life and death, living and surviving, Morris pens a social consciousness of his brothers and sisters. Not always quickly understood but timeless and accurate, his writings and observations of man, mankind and life stand today. Showing the reader a hallowed ground of allusion balanced with restraint. Indeed forcing the reader to earn the reward of reading, denying his fans and friends or family an instant fix of satisfaction. Writing in sparse and rhythmic verse, he writes as a Jamaican ….

“A Chant Against Death”

say family
say friends
say wife
say love
say life
say learning
say cycle

The thing of life, a heartbeat from start to end. He writes from the consciousness of himself.

As the Poet Laureate of Jamaica, Morris produced with neither reluctance nor ambivalence, verse written in ‘International English’ of political ideology. His message being simple and unadorned. Do we too easily become what we rail (verb) upon, socially, morally and unconsciously, “once you choose a side“.

‘To An Expatriate Friend’

Colour meant nothing. Anyone
who wanted help, had humour or was kind
was brother to you; categories of skin
were foreign; you were colour-blind.

And then the revolution. Black
and loud the horns of anger blew
against the long oppressions; sufferers
cast of the precious values of the few.

New powers re-enslaved us all:
each person manacled in skin, in race.
You could not wear your paid up dues:
the keen discriminators typed your face.

The future darkening, you thought it time
to say good-bye. It may be you were right.
It hurt to see you go; but, more,
it hurt to see you slowly going white.

Coffee beans and lemon grass in the Blue Mountains of Jamaica.

Coffee beans and lemon grass in the Blue Mountains of Jamaica.

Poet Laureate Remarks at Investiture Ceremony King’s House, 21 May 2014
” As Dahlia Harris put it recently, speaking on behalf of Minister Hanna:
We hope for “poetry driven by a freedom to speak of ourselves . . . through forms,
content and language . . . more reflective of who we are as a people.” “

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  • “Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery.
    None but ourselves can free our minds.”
    ― Bob Marley

 Jamaica in the early 80’s gave me many gifts I have never forgotten nor taken for granted. These children are now the men of their country. I cannot speak for them but only read the wisdom they share to this day….walden

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Jan Vermeer van Delft

Jan Vermeer van Delft
The Glass of Wine-1661

The chitarrone on the chair, insturment of harmony and frivolity.

The chitarrone on the chair, insturment of harmony and frivolity.

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It is Cool in Georgia…

First picture of the New Year 2015 as the weather in the south has gotten in on some seriously sweet polar chill. Witness my denim froze on the rail, in the sun drying.

My denim froze on the rail today.

My denim froze on the rail today.

 Two men are meeting on the street
“It was very cold this morning”
“How cold was it?”
“I do not exactly, but I saw a lawyer
with his hands in his own pockets.”

I would think the above joke on cold weather is somewhat universal, or should at least be understandable, universally. Anyhow……. If its this cold in Georgia then I suppose my friends up north are feeling the chill as well. Stay warm and help someone who maybe less fortunate, its happened to me before and I thank you.


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A Christmas Fairy Tale…..

Here is a true Christmas Fairy Tale. Brian the groom thought up a plan to surprise his wife to be. This occurred last week, just before Christmas at the Mall of Georgia up the road from where I live. Take a minute to enjoy and celebrate.

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Happy Birthday….

Gregg Allman has a birthday today. Never met the man and most likely never will. His music, and the music of his “Brothers & Sisters’ are a large part in the fabric of my life.

A tribute by Pat Monahan performing one of his compositions this past year. Fox Theatre, Atlanta Georgia.

Queen of Hearts.


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No Clue do You?

I found this on a old disc……….clueless? I have dedicated about 1-2 hours a day to preserving all the photos, mostly digital over the past month. No clue as to shelf life of these disc. Their age is suspect, but and but is the big if, seemingly hit the peak of photos from 2001 until about 2010. What happen to the balance I am clueless. Found a picture of a woman wearing a pair of Zebra boots and another of a cat and a set of the young widowed woman with two dogs.  I hope she made it to Colorado.

Cool…the word I was looking for is archiving. The preservation of pictures of shit that has no meaning to none but me. Even the trunk full of 35mm photographs, the handful of properly displayed vacations and the negatives can be summed up w/a quote(s)?

” For 40+ years I set the dinner table while cooking. When its time for dinner no one has ever shown up. So I throw the shit in the garbage, put the plates, glasses and flatware up and repeat the same steps each evening. Same results. ”

Pretty much sums up the archiving…..(laughter).

New Mexico

New Mexico


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More Blog a bit less FB?

Last month of the year has arrived, it is December 2014 and oh how the time has passed.

Retired from Federal Government somewhat expected but never expected to occur as it did so quickly. Twenty five years with them seems like the cross between a lifetime and a bad dream that’s over and gone.

Since August, my official retirement-out date and receipt of my first pension check the days have been filled with ‘catching-up’ on the details, minor at first but over the years the details became an agenda in need of fulfillment. Deferred health care was a major concern and problematic that the time was never available. So I suffered consequences unavoidably. Obviously the top of me list is/was get your body fixed or repaired as well as my home. So much deferred for so long.

After years of painful and life altering spinal injury, no not disc, chord injury my surgeon ‘did it’. He repaired the damage I’d carried for years, but what I thought would take a day or two and a few weeks of healing, well I underestimated the process (laugh here).  I am now humble and grateful to him (my surgeon) and Emory-midtown in Atlanta GA, for what I simply call medicine. The process that combines the facility, the Doctors, nurses, tech and their philosophy. Medicine, the combination of physical, emotional and atmosphere to heal the sick. I thank you all. And the check is in the mail, its not free but worthy. Again thank you.

The few months before my surgery was spent on those items time never allowed working 10-12-14 hour days 6 days a week. Painting the house and windows, installing workable vents from laundry to exterior, repairing interior cracks in sheetrock. My home has been bounced around like a bouncing ball from a ‘massive construction’ project next door, but that is another story. And it is not pleasant at all.

Anyhow, from a year ago to this day the quote or saying…….” It was the best of times & It was the worst of times’ has never been more true nor real. While preparing physically for my surgery, like riding my bicycle every trip around town not driving. Me decided me need something for the long haul after surgery. I’d played guitar most of my life, despite my tin-ear. Work had so over taken my life the past 10-15 years I’d stopped playing and fairly well stopped listening to music. I purchased a nice guitar and told myself I learn to play again.

A  few days out of the hospital and still drugged/medicated to a very high degree I picked up that guitar and found a chord or two, still looking for that ‘note’, but she, the guitar sure sounds sweet.

God Bless those who have helped me recover to where I am now and it is good. Until then, when my strength returns me days are up and  me days are down.

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A Change within the Crimson Kingdom…

It has been over a year without a desktop. At least something to communicate with larger than the smartphone. Although the phone was useful, there is a limit of word processing inherited with the technology. But it will be time and again more time as I become something familiar with this tech.

Time has moved forward regardless of my technical bondage and it is the ‘time’ that has changed so much of the world I do live in. Good, bad, practical to mundane, painful and everlasting changes, tangible and intangible. Those changes of health, wealth, debt, family, friends and events. Events of life and relationships, political or social and even moral.

 News abounds from around the Kingdom but not as one would think. A single sentence nor verb or prepositional phrase would suffice to set the tone of changes and challenges. Yet still there is some Peace among the ‘Court of the Crimson” as well as sorrow, regrets and prosperity. And a most painful lesson learned most painfully.

Take note though still in bondage to my Kingdom or what little remains, justice arrived but it’s satisfaction left this man unprepared.  Vengeance or simple retribution is not satisfactory to me but necessary towards those in this world who understand nothing!

I never have nor will ask for forgiveness for the decisions made personally to enlighten and punish, now and generations to come, the justice served to or demanded by those who claim what is not theirs brought upon themselves, then or this day. (Laughable and overwhelmingly enraging to me after decades of ‘olive-branches’ sent forth while the Kingdom was dismantled,  their emissary’s statement…” Do not confuse business & family”.

As true as the beauty of woodlands in the fall of the year. There is movement of something resembling Peace in the Kingdom. Over forty years of foulness lingers as thee who confused kindness with weakness, family with business and arrogance misguided as acceptable dogma. Decades of bondage and rape of a mans soul repeatedly is upon their lives and souls. And yet again they ask for time, not to change or apologize to bring lasting amends. Until convinced other-wise they stall. My best guess once again? To shore up their forces, rebuild their defense’s and lick their wounds.

Convince me and the Court, convince me or not!  As assuredly as the North Star has never waivered.

I remain the Crimson King……

The Cross

The Cross

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Pole Dancing

Pole Dancing.

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Solitude . . .

A place of solitude

A place of solitude

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