THIS IS ONLY A DRAFT…THIS IS ONLY A DRAFT…THIS IS ONLY A DRAFT…THIS IS ONLY A DRAFT…THIS IS ONLY A DRAFT… You sounding like this shit is the wheel and stuff; like it’s gon’ change the world.” Nino Brown to G-Money New Jack City, 1992 __________________________________________________________________ I’m working on an essay that correlates [...]
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.
Bending, Bent, Broke
animation courtesy of Google Images A couple of years ago a man walked in front of my moving truck in an attempt to commit suicide. (Him attempting; me—well my truck—interfering). Making that kind of contact with a human body is a not a feeling that you can really describe easily, or at all. My foot [...]
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Daydream Sequence #2
Photo: Neil D. MacLean (www.sixfivephotography.com) I wrote this one down back on 01.05.05 according to my notebook. __________________________________________________________ The teenaged boy was straightening his dress pants with his palms, surveying them stretched, around 38 inches, across the bed. His little brother, about ten, wondered out loud what his big brother was up to. The teenager [...]
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Wild dreams are the ones most worth dreaming.
It's official. I'm going abroad this summer! Twice. Yay! First to Jamaica to get several shades browner, eat something jerked, curried, or otherwise tropically spiced, and pick up a few doo-dads to look at in the winter when I'm sitting in my living room thinking of how sucky my life is at that moment. [...]
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I Called It Spring Fever Yesterday, But It’s Not
Willem van Aelst, 1626, oil on canvas I called it Spring Fever, but it’s not. It’s a kind of burn out that should not be happening to me after so few years in the classroom. I admit that I’m kind of a restless type. Five years of anything—people, places, things—is usually the limit of [...]
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Spring Fever
Class 1: 7 students Class 2: 10 students Class 3: 10 students; 2 late enough to be ignored on the roll. Diagnosis: Spring Fever It’s not the weather. Today was cold like it forgot March 21 has come and gone. But it’s here. It’s that time of year and that state of mind and [...]
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What Kind of Fuckery Is This?
I borrow from Amy Winehouse. Check her out. She's hotness and I don't mean like hot trash on a muggy August afternoon but like the chick that got you staring at the phone, willing it to ring, blowing in your palms and sniffing like that's the reason... I'm scared of people who have child porn [...]
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The Big Event
I don’t have a degree in psychology, psychiatry, or a show on network television telling folks how to handle the Ford tough terrain known as Everyday Life. But today I found myself in the middle of a counseling session with one of my students. This is not uncommon in the composition classroom;so much [...]
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Why I Talk To Myself…Well One Reason Anyway
"No one is a household name." I have no idea who said this. "Your silence will not protect you." Audre Lorde Ironic that the best place to whisper a secret is the world wide web. But I like it here. Here I can be anonymous, a mirage; bodiless and intangible—just a bunch of words coming from a [...]
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Monthly Meter
Photo: Slig77 DeviantArt.com My log for the month of March: Writing/Residency/Fellowship Submissions: 3 Writing/Residency/Fellowship Acceptances: 0 Writing/ Residency/Fellowship Rejections: 5 WTF moments: 3
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