Once upon a time there was a nerd girl with tendencies toward hermit-ism, green-ness, and not a little--oh I already mentioned--nerd. At this time also lived a boy with tendencies toward the same, a dope sneaker collection, and random sundry other traits that bear mentioning (just not here; not now).
Author: darlene anita scott
...yeah, the one you met the other day in the grocery store. She made you wanna say something to her. You did. And now you can’t remember her name. But that wasn’t really the important part of the meeting anyway.
I'm an excellent tryer and dedicated if not so-so runner. I’m probably too old to still play on the monkey bars. But I do. Maybe too young to groove to Sam Cooke. But I listen to him. I'm powered by plants, a pacemaker, and anything creative.
I like making collages, making up my mind and sticking to it, and making up recipes; almost anything by James Baldwin; almost anything with black beans in it; and probably more than is healthy for the average human: I like alone time and homemade popcorn—not necessarily together.
I daydream constantly. I write poetry and prose. Sometimes I teach it to people. Sometimes I read or recite it to people. And even less often I publish it.
I could be more tolerant of overpriced grapes, people who drive with parking lights on, and deafening car stereos.
I like to laugh but don’t do it as often as I should. Some people think I'm shy. Some think I'm a mute. I'm happy to be here and try to make the most of it.
Club Bangers are Made Not Born; or
Personal Responsibility and the Ways We Bullshit Ourselves Into Believing We Practice It Last night I found myself at a club with a group that is well educated, well spoken, well traveled and eat well for all of those reasons among others. They are DuBois’ Talented Tenth but instead of bringing the other ninety percent [...]
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Dispatch From the Lou’
http://www.myspace.com/darleneanitascott “You complain for the life you supposed to have/But when you try to make plans God is known to laugh…” Broken Glass, Talib Kweli I’m in St. Louis for a writing workshop even though I’m no longer convinced that writing is something I need to do. I used to have a sense of urgency: get [...]
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Another One Bites the Dust
http://www.myspace.com/darleneanitascott So I get this job offer, well not the offer, but the "You're one of our top candidates and we want you to spend some gas money and time to help us figure out if you're the top." They post the salary in this interview request; a salary that essentially says they want me [...]
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New Millenium Mayberry
http://www.myspace.com/darleneanitascottMy first couple of hours in Mayberry last weekend went something like this: First I went into the grocery store to pick up some food for the luncheon I was hosting for my sister. There I found I was over dressed in a long shapeless sundress and flip flops. Apparently there was a discount for [...]
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Free
http://www.myspace.com/darleneanitascott Love is weird. Kind of like a drug. Enough can make you feel good; too much and you feel terrible. I have loved one man in my life. Just enough to move on when we weren’t loving each other the same ways. You know: if you love something set it free; if it returns [...]
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Do You
http://www.myspace.com/darlenenanitascott I wore an orange afro for a few years. Now all that remains is a skunk streak that's slightly off center in the front of my head. I came to orange over a long year in crayon red and a motivation that was not really as contrary to the personality most people know of [...]
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Respiration
"...so much on my mind I just can't recline/blasting holes in the night 'til she bled sunshine./(breathe in) inhale vapors from bright stars that shine/(breathe out) weed smoke retrace the skyline.../I can't take it y'all/I can feel the city breathin'/chest heavin'...sigh before we die like the last train leaving." Respiration Blackstar, 1998 ________________________________________________________ You gotta [...]
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What It Takes To Make It
It’s smelling like rain right now. New week starting in the morning. Seems like a sign of something. All the windows are up; the sirens are singing; and the dehumidifier is trying to keep the shine from my forehead (but it’s not working). I slept like a pregnant woman all weekend. Full of dreams that [...]
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Confessions of a MySpace Sellout
I have been a hater since Skippy was a pup. Everytime I visited a page I was nearly busted in the nose with big breasts and big booties and a lot of messages that included words like "boo." There were the occasional networking sites that seemed to be sticking true to their word--selling fashion, music, and books openly [...]
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