Meet n Greet

Seattle, WA
I guess this is the area for the meet n greet. Hello and welcome, Friends, Family and Strangers. We’ll see how this whole blogging thing goes, as of now there are no real outlines for it--I'm thinking I'll take a Freudian approach and let my subconscious do the writing. I guess I'm here 'cause, well, I just like to write. I also like to take pictures, doodle, sketch, write long lists and share the strange things I find on the interweb. Some applaud my humble exploration, while others... well don't. I'm a little disheveled in my abstractions and narrations, but I can be interesting sometimes, too. I don't really care, but now that you have entered my world, you are now a part of the judging jury. This is an outlet for my musings. Nonlinear and no editing. Enjoy.

Monday, March 7, 2011

And, here is my favorite era...

The Negro Speaks of Rivers
by Langston Hughes

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
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