Full Moon Stories
On the night before Equinox I met The Milkman, a non-brown person appearing strange in rural Central America, now sharing lessons with me from Zen Buddhism. Senor Leche shared a specially strategic communicative move with me from his years of arduous spiritual training, emphasizing:
“They hit you with a stick until you get the nose insertion technique correct.”
I was impressed by how long he could hold the pose. “Practice,” he encouraged me. “Years of practice.”
The Rihanna thing is a quick reference to an earlier conversation about Beyonce and Alicia Keys.
When I first came upon Beyonce, [in that There-and-Then context], I was figuring myself out as a woman. She was girl/woman/sexy/curvy but still a side character. Then I came across Alicia Keys, who is seductive and very strong.
Her songs are about love and loss…
Alicia gives nothing of herself away.
Alicia is the actor in her videos and the guys are decoration.
Word, word… twice in a lifetime.
I have lyrics.” [study]
So says Talib Kweli
Jane Doe, Wordsworth, Punchline, and Mos Def of
“Hi-Tek is the guy who
music in the back.”