my ebony tower part 3 travelling

ah the library

i say you can tell the prospects of a community by its library or lack of library
like some might say you can tell a city by its quality of night life

and i saw why i do not frequently escape the walls of my own enclosure

it was a horrific experience
and it embarrassed me

and that this establishment and its inhabitants were a reflection of me
and i did not like what i saw

in a hypothetical if someone had a wondrous gift to share and rightly but in this case wrongly surmised
that within the bosom of books i would find many awake to admire this addition this gift

to start of there were these kids supposedly studying but shouting profanities regularly being dissuaded from their task
and to find a few hours from closing time that the paper they were doing was on the easiest of difficulties and they had taken the better part of twelve hours to do so
with the test tomorrow

and further more with their summarizing of their career path and their prospects
they had reverence nor any real understanding of path chosen

then immediately beside me i was beset by a person free from self control or reverence for the bosom of books or others in that mind state
and they began to snore uncontrollably
so bad it was increasing in decibels
and the sleep so deep that their phone a few mere milimetres from the earlobe could not jog them from slumber
so i assisted in tapping the chair

i thought what happened to silence in a library

then i happened to glance to my left where a woman was huddle behind a book stand
cross legged upon the floor breastfeeding her baby a mere hopscotch away from the toilets and secluded area
one could remark how it is a natural occurrence
but why on the floor with a thinly veiled attempt at obscuring others view
with ones body tilted towards children
and a few steps from the lavatory
and lastly why in a library

you would not do so in a nightclub or a restaurant so blase
in a sense lesser establishment
not one which feed your soul your consciousnesses
then i heard a guy smugly describe poorly to another guy book sections
then haughtily announce i am going to look for the science books
cue surrey accent
and later on i wandered upstairs
and saw their philosophy section
it was one row
with spaced out zone of three books

of books on philosophy not even philosophy itself
and then downstairs


the school girls arrived
huddling in the corner to talk about boys
and to inform you they go to an all girls school
yeah
note to parents segregation does not work
but the whole anti intellectual vibe their has put me off going

and let me not get started on the people who go to the library to play games and go on youtube to watch music videos

and i did get in these people shoes and returned thankful i have my own

this concludes part 3

Hope to see these gangsters acting like teachers

This song when i first heard it captivated me
from the melody
to the hook
down to the verses
which where wet with other worldly wiles of a wordsmith wrapped in philosophy
i could take a verse at random and drown in its metaphors

but i will pick one
which stood out to me above the others
I hope I see these gangsters actin' like teachers
the link provides not just the lyrics but a perspective of the meaning behind the verse
or the use of double entendre

when people think of gangster an array of things can spring forth from the media tinted portrayal
being the zeitgeist of our time or the avenues with where its light is found
intertwined with scenery dictating the back drop

for gangster for some is


the role of the gangster and its influence is a conflicting yet complex one
which would need more than a few blog entries to give justice too
at its simplest it is a person of force and villain of many a piece

And the attitude towards gangster is one of varied response depending on your side in relation
but of those who hold the word with powerfully negative connotations
prison or death is the end of the road for them as far as many of them is concerned

but life does not end at prison and sometime nor with death

so returning to the title it can be construed in two ways positively or negatively
one as gangsters teaching others to become gangsters
or gangster enriching another

and it inspired me for this mini series
of gangster who became teachers literally or metaphorically
and even those of the manufactured kind


http://www.grantland.com/blog/hollywood-prospectus/post/_/id/31296/omar-to-play-omar-on-community

for those of you who watched the wire omar will be easily remembered
and just as the lyric i was shocked but happy proud even when i saw him in community


http://community-sitcom.wikia.com/wiki/Marshall_Kane
there is a link to the info of his role in the program
but of key note he has achieved a degree in biology in prison

referring back to my point of prison is not the end of the story

and the title also appears to the notion of gangsters being the anti education or learning
and that they become gangsters due to that fact

so this concludes part one

An inclination towards the arena of the archaic

The archaic vs the contemporary
is a side some find they are placed on or gravitate towards
stemming from a variety of things
from monikers

to forms of conversant
but what are the tales
of traits of both sides
one can sense an aroma of alienation and yet a hint of distinction
forming individualism

or is it
for the arguments
sometimes bread from nostalgia
and the lost of certain qualities
and the dislike of their replacements
i recently read a post saying the text message will never replace the love letter


but it got me thinking did someone say that previously about the poem
 when love letters were the in thing over tonal resonance
and that they do not get replaced
but become niche
but could that be coming for prevalent forms
for is not the text message the love letter upon another medium
or the voice mail the spoken word on another medium
 and perhaps as with love letters
these sms messages will also be archived in museums

but is the question here about the new forms
but the hyper sensationalism
surrounding them
and the bandwagon syndrome
accompanied with the in thing

and the undertones of a written love letter
compared to the sms
for the time and care and direct personalisation
of a hand written letter
from the ink splatter
the way the person crosses tees
and dots the i
or loops the j or y or p or q
or that they are into their culture
and not swept up by the rivers of current

and they are not the general run of the mill
but have some depth and are more well like than just being a brook
running towards the next fad

In my previous post i talked about reliance
and the archaic is normally
those balanced
and can survive in the two worlds postulated
one with electricity and one without

for some may see archaics as those against progression or anti technology
but really otherwise
for kids nowadays are always plugged in
where hence kids of yesteryear had to entertain themselves
and technology
such as books yoyos chess pieces where tools
which worked in conjuction
not the controlling function

which is the balance i was on about in the last post

what would you do if you could only use electricity for an hour a day

could you cope

or would you think you would be a better person
because distractions would be gone

i will leave you to mull that over

Dissidents dissing who

The descendants of dissidents and revolutionaries

What becomes of bearing a moniker of one reviled and branded
on t shirts and forums

 
 how does one live in that shadow
what is it like
reading articles or viewing movies tinted with an outsiders depiction
of your relative or descendant
where as you may see them as human
as your dad or your mother
yet to other an icon an idol
or the personification of justice and resistance
perhaps even human transcendence
how about if they were martyred for you

for you and your right to be an equal

for you to never hear the words that they heard
see the sights they saw
for you to have to draw the tears that they did draw
feel the flames that flickered
and behold the expressions
that could reduce one to hate
as to fight fire with fire
but as lupe rapped needing something drier

we may think of the joyous times

as statues and being the centerpiece of an event
such as national holiday
but what of the more sinister side
such as guy fawkes day

a holiday where hanging and burning effigies of your descendant is wide spread and annually

but in the midst of the actions and exploits we forget they are people
some with children wives and colleagues

which is why i am looking forward to the untold and overlooked story
of the wives of malcolm x and martin luther king
and what they must of went through losing a husband and a father yet being famous
and probably a target whilst having to raise children

the show is called

Betty and Coretta

perhaps we can go away thinking of the impact we have an other have on us

Thanks to all the readers

I will be posting the second part to belonging very soon

within the next four days