Friday, April 27, 2012

... the eyelines have it ...

... in my line of work a "voila!" moment frequently boils down to a precise combination of camera angles and eyelines, but this phenomenon has also been known to happen organically ...

... a visit to New York City's Central Park on any given day, armed with a keen sense of opportunism, will conclusively prove this a prolific playground in which to bear spontaneous witness ...

... without going to any great lengths at all ...

Monday, April 16, 2012

... pix and the city ...

... like all other revolutions, Binary innovation has changed the way we do things ... super-complex numerical theorems, in combination with concurrent and subsequent technological advances like circuit boards and micro-chips, are paying us back for all those years we spent hating math ... today everyone's an amateur Avedon, digi-documenter, tab-tourist, pixel paparazzo or Vivitar voyeur ... all that's required are a few megapixels and something to point a lens at ...

... take a vortex location for instance, like New York City's model greenspace Central Park, throw in some co-operative sunshine courtesy of an early spring, stand in a single spot, swivel and focus, and it's possible to be all of the above and more ...






... my Canon Eos T2i got a good workout on that day and the results were well worth the effort, making me rue not having it on hand when travelling Down Under ... but now I'm salivating at the prospect of turning it loose in Jamaica on my next trip ...

 ... screech, hold up! ... not 'til just now did I stop to consider how many telephotos could've been aimed at me in return ... yikes ...

 ... things just ain't the same,
 anytime the hunter gets captured by the game ...


Saturday, April 14, 2012

... extraordinary brothers-in-arms ...

... "I'm not an alien," so goes the quip, "but I play one on TV" ...

... at one point in the not so distant past, the United States Immigration and Naturalization Service (INS) classified me as an Alien of Extraordinary Ability in The Arts ... my head still swells at the adjective "extraordinary," even as the ascribed primary descriptive "alien" brings to mind fanciful images of almond-eyed Hanna Barbera Martians with ray guns in plexiglassed, single-occupant flying saucers ...

... still, I'm in good company 'cos even the lofty President Barack H. Obama, elected (via rigorous, even tortuous, adult sufferage) to the top office in the-land-which-would-lead-us-all, gets the word "alien" thrown at him from time to time ...

... as brothers-in-arms we have that and more in common ...

... not least of these commonalities are convincingly furrowed brows and mesmerising, outstretched arm gestures ...










... chillin' with my actual brother Stephen last week, high above 86th St. on Manhattan's Upper West Side, we formed a fraternal triumvirate-by-proximity with the POTUS, who, if we had a third sibling, would look like the brotha-on-the-book-cover ...



... again, in the not so distant past this would have been an implausible scenario ... and, while it's not enough to profess solidarity with a politician simply because one looks like him, it's certainly comforting that such an official can finally compare to one's own valid countenance - as well as being a measuredly progressive influence on the direction of the U.S. of A. ...

... speaking as an intergalactic adversary from another dimension (legions of Stargate SG-1 fans accept this as fact, so should you), I'm reconciled to a postponement of any assault on fair Planet Earth until after the end of Barack Obama's second term in office, out of respect for his (literally) extraordinary tenure ...

... should America falter at the polls, Apophis may interdict ...

Monday, April 2, 2012

... Louis Farrakhan's excellent vacation ...

... Louis Farrakhan is a walking, talking oral tradition, a rousing orator of a testimonial narrative many would forget, minimize or disregard as irrelevant to the present-day timeline ... being aware that mere mention of his name will alienate some readers gives me momentary pause, but won't inhibit my parsing the content and context of his message as it swung by me last week ...

Quote:- "(black people) spiritually we are sick"... "until we heal ourselves spiritually nothing will happen economically"

... the newspaper article said he'd be giving a free address the next day at the multi-purpose Cultural Center, not far from where I reside when I'm in Antigua ... characters like Paulinaire in the dynamite Dominican historical novel Pharcel: Runaway Slave (Alick Lazare) came quickly to mind, prototypical abolitionist agitators travelling the Caribbean furtively fomenting resistance to, and uprising against, the oppressive slave-driven plantation systems of the time ...

Quote:- "you shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free"

... but there was nothing clandestine about this visit in this century ... the local brass was welcoming and hospitable, right down to the security-'pon-top-a-security which goes everywhere with this man, giving some suggestion of the passions stirred when he calls attention to the way these territories were populated and socialized ... institutionalized racism and proselytizing religion were primary building-blocks of these western societies, and, pre-industrial revolution Europe itself ...

Quote:-"they cannot educate you to free you from them"

... U.S.A. based Nation Of Islam (NOI), led by Minister Farrakhan, is an organization which looks to the East while continuing the pushback against a past which has shaped our current realities as descendants of colonial families ... what comes across to some as anti-European and anti-Semitic can instead be viewed as pro-African and pro-Islam, a way to recognize people building something out of disadvantage rather than acquiescing to mutually exclusive polarities ...

Quote:- "I am a Christian, I am a Muslim, I am a Jew."

... notorious for ruffling the feathers of Jewish groups and slamming entrenched European privilege, this Calypsonian turned motivational-preacher knows which notes to hit in this sankey ... Farrakhan at the lectern opened with "salaam alaikum" juxtaposed to "shalom aleichem,"... taken at face-value, this was an olive branch from a firebrand forced recently to cut back his workload for personal health reasons ... here, hailing peace goes hand-in-hand with humor aimed at local tastes ...

Quote:- "peace" is a better greeting than the English "hello," because hell has always been low" ...




... Louis Farrakhan's father was Jamaican ... his maternal roots are in St. Kitt's and Nevis, islands I can see in the distance from the front deck of my home, and on this evening there was no doubting his Caribbean flava ... in the auditorium, where I occupied my standing-room-only spot at the balcony railing, near-flawless accents, replete with regional nuance, spoke of a man who clearly enjoyed being received like a son of the soil ...

 Quote:- "you can't let America tell you that you can't have a relationship with Cuba ... to hell with you!"

... namechecks for Elijah Muhammed, Malcolm X and particularly Muhammed Ali were sparks to tinder, but every mention of Allah was met with sotto voce murmurs of "Selassie I" from the Rastafarian contingent, noticeably not acknowledged as afrocentric allies despite  much in the way of shared interest ...

Quote:- "all of us are sons and daughters of Africa"

... powerful, pokerfaced, palookas, dressed in the de rigeur NOI tailoring, eyeballed the crowd and Mustapha Farrakhan (a son of) took the Minister's back ... the brother on his right rescued the Holy Qur'an which would go flying during fiery passages, memorably those outlining a connect-the-dots assessment on the spread of  HIV in black populations and poverty-cycles which lead people of color to poor nutrition and hard drugs ...

Quote:- "there's a plot against the black male" ... "they are killing us with our taste-buds and our love for sex"

... as for the females, Farrakhan showed he has personally witnessed a Carnival or two by shifting the theatre to comic relief, even Mustapha curled his lips when Pops let his hips do some talkin', but some women in the crowd were no doubt waiting for the speech to get back to the big picture ...

Quote:- "if a man regards what you show him, your bosom, your behind, he never gets acquainted with your mind"

... the new Burger King downtown got pink-slimed and Trayvon Martin got solemnized (en passant, to his credit) in a show of familiarity with the stories-of-the-day ... references to Haitian-hero Boukman (actually a man from Jamaica) and Antiguan father-of-the-nation V.C. Bird  suggests scholarship and reflects research but Farrakhan always has some special indictment reserved for Churches High and Low ...

Quote:- "Jesus was Jehovah's witness but he never called himself a Jehovah's Witness" ... "if a man treated you as bad as we were treated, would he give you a God that would free you from his whip?"

... more rumblings 'round the room ... "Rastafari, Selassie I!" ...


Thursday, March 22, 2012

... today a terrorist tumbled in Toulouse ...

... this is Toulouse, a pretty city,
a French city,
historic city,
high-tech aerospace city ...
 

... and this is a market town,
crossroads town,
 an artist's town,
a fashionable town ...











... this is foie gras ville,
cassoulet ville,
magret de canard ville,
also, doner kebab ville ...


... this is vin Minervois country,
University student country,
grenouille rugby country,
Midi-Pyrenees country ...

... and, this is an immigrant's place,
melting-pot place,
a catholic place,
a multi-cultural place ... 

... Toulouse will outlive terrorism ...


Saturday, March 17, 2012

... on line tee-shirts ...

... twelve laundered tee-shirts hangin' on a line ...
a number which, to me, seems perfectly fine,
but if my fair lady has her way
the older ones would be given away,
maybe burned, put out in trash bags,
or ripped to shreds and used for rags,
but that won't happen for love nor glory,
'cos most of 'em have a pretty cool back-story ...


... why complain, is it a gender thing? ... maybe,
'cos, I really have doubts that it's just me
who finds it somewhat profligate to part
with threads that have represented the heart,
 a sold-out show, proud product or cause,
a clever "bon-mot" drawing looks or applause,
it's not about any hanging onto the past,
the cotton itself was designed to last ...

... my cleaned-up, dirty-dozen, enviro-display,
long-shadow-afternoon, late in the day,
points to casual sartorial attitude,
separate from formality or desire to exude
haute-style from every fashion corpuscle,
sometimes it's sleeveless, all 'bout da muscle ...
dem haffe fit me to-a-tee, like this lineup here,
and the next lot, biding time in a drawer somewhere ...


Saturday, March 10, 2012

... cool Britannia ...

... it only took a few years in the UK to give me a taste for malt vinegar, prawn flavored crisps and real ale ... I got hooked on a certain once-great football team, which doesn't warrant a namecheck this season, developed a liking for articulate, matter-of-fact news reporting and prurient page three exhibitionism ...

... my movements exposed me to a cross-section of Brit-society and there was plenty time to observe my pre-cognitive ambivalence to class privilege and monarchic imperative ...

... at a certain point "God Save The Queen" became more about Sex Pistols than the divine rights of centuries-old reigning houses ... but then again, there was always "Rule Britannia" with it's strident melody and the staccato refrain "Britons never, never, never shall be slaves" to stir the heart of empire, conjure high-seas perfidy and re-inflate an entrenched colonial dynamic ...

... I'm sure Prince Harry has to sing that line aloud from time to time, it's in his job description ... only Jah knows what goes through his mind when he does, but on this, his first official tour, for grandma's diamond jubilee, he's just as likely to bus' a Bob lyric ... "ev'ryting gonna be alright" (No Woman, No Cry) ...

... the late Lady Diana Spencer's "rebelution" (to co-opt the title of an excellent 2006 Tanya Stephens CD) shifted the throne so it now faces a bit more ... outward ... her legacy survives in her sons, not least in the younger who thankfully manifests his mother's spirited humanity ... it is this third-in-line heir who just might blend a bit of Anansi into the bloodline ...

... the world will focus on the training track tete-a-tete with legend-in-the-making sprint king Usain Bolt ... snaps of these royals, bigging up brands Jamaica and Puma, flew around the world faster than a Jamaican 4x100 relay team ... his good-humored, bent-kneed, grease-hipped bruk wine didn't go un-noticed either ...
Jiggy Royal, howzat for a stage name? ...

... but wait, a whaddat pon 'im foot? ... da' crepe deh a di lick! ...




















... the Daily Telegraph called 'em blue suede shoes but Harry's Russell & Bromley kicks will remind yard-savvy fashionistas of England's iconic Clark's desert boots, a perennial fave of roots steppers and dapper dans in Jamaica ... in-demand dancehall DJ Popcaan can thank "Clarks" for his big break, it surely slayed Sloane Square and may even be on Harry's iPod ...

... Jamaica, with it's history of rebelliousness, is considering rebellion again lately with the concept of republic and severing of historic ties to the British Crown ... either this prince is au fait with generational signifiers that loosen the stiffness of that Anglo-Saxon upper-lip, or s'mady in Queen Majesty's employ is briefed on the power of cultural code ... yard colors an' a cris' track suit, a gun-mout' khaki,  new Clark's and a likkle samfie stylee ...

... so yes, now there's the residual matter of that photo-op Bolt race, set up so the mischievous maybe-monarch could run away with the spoils and have memories to look back on while blazin' chalice in da Palace with Wills an' Kate ... well, that's a stretch, but my mind tells me there is redress in the offing this summer, repatriation of bragging rights, payback ... reparations of a sort ... 

... "run for cover, run for cover, rebels takin' over" -The Wailers ...

 JAMAICAN GLOSSARY 
Anansi - a tricky, African derived, folkloric, spider character
"bruk wine" - (break out into) dance
"da' crepe deh a di lick!" - those (crepe soled) shoes are very cool!
"cris' " - crisp, sharp, brand new
"gun-mout' khaki" - straight legged khaki pants
"likkle" - little
a "samfie" man - a trickster
"s'mady" - somebody

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

... super whose day? ...

... feels like a blink-of-an-eye since we were last here ...

... d-day on this otherwise unremarkable Tuesday in Spring when a quartet of likely lads, from America's chest-beating right-wing, rage against the machine ...

... in this latest swing of the pendulum, America's quest for democratic equilibrium, there is petty polarity and piety aplenty, which speaks of divergent camps ... ideological options before the electorate are clarified and stark ... decisions, decisions ...













... in the grand tradition of referring to national baseball championships as the World Series, Black Friday consumer frenzies and a grandiose style of doing things, U.S. politics bills this polling day as Super Tuesday, with primaries in eleven States and hundreds of electoral delegates up for grabs ...

... who'll get the cookies from the cookie-jar? ...

















... the HBO release of "Game Change" is a timely harbinger ... a screen depiction of that dramatic convention stunt in 2008 when Crusty Crony (McCain) pulled Lively Rabbit (Palin) out of his hat, effectively pegging back the frontrunner ... could we have a repeat of that maverick moment this year? ...

... cynical, smart-money is on a spectacular addition to the Republican ticket in order to boost the lackluster candidate who finishes top ... should Rick Santorum, a man I first heard of in a particularly graphic Dan Savage column, emerge G.O.P. leader he'll need a total makeover and a Latina running mate who looks like Sofia Vergara to make our incumbent look sideways ...

... today's probable winner, Mitt Romney (we'll know around the time this ackeelover observation gets published tonight), carries a yoke or three around his neck and each one is extra-weighted with stumblebum gaffes and halting riposte ...

... it'll take something quite monumental for reluctant Romney to thwart Barack Obama's sophomore term but don't bet the house just yet ... plans are likely underway to co-opt an irresistable candidate, one possessed of credibility and clout ...

... in fact, they've already got the lapel buttons circulating ...