Talking About a Revolution


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More Legalized Lynching!! On my way back from the annex building to the main building my co-workers and I suddenly became part of the Black Lives Matter march/demonstration along 5th Avenue. Despite the sadness and anger all races were there for the demonstration, mostly young people but Black, Brown, white, Asian. Everybody is disgusted. Yes they stopped traffic but those cars did not honk their horns because they knew. We all knew. For if this evil continues we will be judged and the judgment will bring condemnation and ruin to the oppressors!!

My co-workers & I all being Black and Brown people were caught up in something powerful. Since I am old enough to remember the Civil Rights movement being enveloped in the demonstration brought back memories and ignited something within me.  I still recall my parents talking about lynchings happening during the 1960s. Seems like we have not progressed. No change!  History is just repeating itself except this time the police are militarized against Black People.

The song Talking about a Revolution by Tracy Chapman is on replay in my head.

Some fling in Black Folks faces All Lives Matter fully knowing that in this racist, bigoted American society that is not true. How many times have you heard or read about a Black officer shooting innocent white citizens. Name them! Can’t can you?  So All Lives Do not Matter.  Stop the Bullshit.

The murders of our Black Brothers occurred around July 4th so-called Independence Day. Independence for whom? That document meant nothing to Blacks captured, kidnapped and enslaved in 1776 and means very little to or for Black Americans today unless we force the issue. July 14th 1789 is Bastille Day, France’s Independence celebration. What did the French people do to their oppressors? Well as history has recorded the elite, the monarchy, the oppressors met their deaths via the guillotine. No I’m not condoning violence, war or uprisings but their is little choice for Blacks in America. Very little choice. We cannot stand idly by while our fathers, brothers, uncles, cousins, sisters, etc…are killed by KKK/Nazi demonic cops!!  Would you allow your family members, your people to be used for target practice? No! I don’t think so!!

The officers killed in Dallas were really killed by their demented fellow cops who have been on a murder spree to annihilate Black people!! What did you think the response would be from people who are fed up. Protests, marches & demonstrations are great! Yes! Voices must be raised but as the French people did during the French Revolution, during WWII, the slave insurrections in America, the Native Americans who killed the settlers invading their lands, and every other oppressed peoples they fought against organized genocide. They fought for the right to peacefully exist in a nation hell bent on their destruction.

Read your Bible. Especially the Old Testament. The Battle Lines have been drawn.

Tracy Chapman — Talkin’ bout a Revolution

Wanderlust!!


 

 

When I was a young girl I enjoyed a TV program called On The Road with Charles Kuralt. I’d tune in just to see where his adventures took him. Exciting. I always wanted to be a combination of Charles Kuralt and Zora Neale Hurston the famous African-American writer however as I’m nearly legally blind my driving days are long over. Me driving would be like putting Mr. Magoo behind the wheel! Also I cannot be too far from my brother Stephen who has Autism because his group home needs to stay in contact with me. But it still is a wonderful fantasy!

Nature has been my solace. Parks and Botanic Gardens re-energize, invigorate and provide me with a sense of peace. Within the steel, glass and concrete of New York City one can still find many green spaces. Also New York is more than the Big Apple which is what most people see in the media, TV, magazines and movies. Upstate New York is more rural and if I had the time and money I would spend a summer exploring those cities.

When my Dad was alive we did go to Saratoga, New York one summer for a day or two. Saratoga is famous for horse racing. We did not see the horses run but spent a wonderful time exploring the great outdoors.  Saratoga is also famous for its therapeutic hot springs something I really need since I suffer from chronic back and arthritis pain!

When Stephen and I were kids Daddy would take us every summer on the Circle Line cruises to Bear Mountain. Circle Line also went to West Point and Daddy always gave us a choice between the two and like clockwork every time we chose Bear Mountain. Never saw any bears (Thank Goodness) but again we enjoyed Nature and just being outdoors!  Getting on those hiking trails and seeing the different types of trees, flowers, and other flora! Oh for the good old days!!

In my Nature Get-A-Way Fantasy Stephen and I load up our 21st Century Winnebago, make ourselves comfortable inside our luxury vehicle while our personal driver takes us up and down the East coast of the U.S.A. periodically making stops to take in the Great Outdoors!!  Stephen and I would have our fancy cameras photographing flora, fauna, wildlife & all the wonders of Gaia.  And Yes we would bring kitty cat Sylvester with us! After all cannot leave our Feline Friend behind!!

May all your travel dreams come true!! Wanderlust!!

Brooklyn Botanic Gardens

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Playful Halloween Costumes


 

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JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Party

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Playful

Halloween is Playful because it gives adults the excuse to dress up in costumes and assume anther persona. Pure Fun and a Good Time had by all!

Two old Halloween photos with my beloved kitty Weezer who passed away last year right before Christmas.

Store Your Obsessions inside The Cube


Store Your Obsessions inside The Cube

 

 

An Insipid Alienist was discovered inhabiting insidious spaces inside my head. She thought to fill them with bran and honey forever sticking to the collective hive.

Protected by my double bubble skin I resisted all attempts at Rehab or Civilization for I spin wildly yet connectedly within my galaxy held in place by eons of moons and upswept worn torn taints of traits.  On the cusp of virginity and statehood.

Glitter Cosmos

Glitter Cosmos

Gold Metal Fashion

 

The Baronet bumped up against her gold metal skin and the surface was shorn allowing electricity to flow from within.

Debonair Mannerisms

Moneyed Heiresses

Cousins upon Cousins

Quietly going mad from incestful ancestral seasons.

Seismic moments vomited up my brain. Memories put up Yield signs cautioning “Out of Order”

The Invisible Man is so Elusive.

Red Dunes | Sandstorms

Jacob’s Well needs Weeding.

Inborn tornadoes burning bright.

Sometime later his life was brought to a judicial end.

Judith made good on Revenge Promise.

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Judith with the Head of Holofernes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As Warriors crumble Knights fractals and holograms play havoc with jousting pixellated metaphysical tramps and hobos.

His reward for such due diligence was 18 months up the river all the while yelling, “I’ll tell you what I’m looking for when I find it!!”  There goes Mr. Bombastic off to the races!!

Girls like Polly are always around. They kneel in worship at phallic iKon temples. PollyAnna Burlesque.  I submitted myself to the Battle and was immediately cut to pieces.

Symbols washed ruts into the air. Footsteps vanished into clouds. Caught up in a Vortex of tumbling whirling muffled conversations. Spreading iridescent fairy dust-balls across the plains. The earth opened up under his feet swallowing him whole emitting noxious vapors, fumes and a trickle of smoke. Every breath sucked air from the wind leaving behind desiccated pockets of stillness. A resounding Vibrato echoed across sparkling valleys.

Even if the Rescue Squad only plucks one from the murky depths Let me stop in Hades before the Charming MoonRising sets sail. Quaff along with the reluctant crumpled Muses for I can hear your fragrance rising from the pores of your flesh.

Transcendent Souls burst into being. Spicy Masala Gumbo Jambalaya Oasis occupied breathing spaces formerly homes for fertile progeny. The Seigneur awaits his audience. The Parliament of Fools is now in session.

 

 

 

 

Childhood | The Daily Post


 

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Childhood

Photos of me, Stephen, my father Edward Gordon Palmer and my Aunts as children. I don’t have any pictures of my Mom Mable Elizabeth Palmer as a child because her family was too poor to afford a camera or have photos taken of them. I have included a picture of my childhood dresser which I’ve had since I was five years old. It came as part of a Vanity set but only this piece survives.

Also shown is a photographer of my paternal Grandfather William Junius Palmer with some of his children taken around 1923 in Mt. Morris Park (now Marcus Garvey Park) in Harlem. My Dad Edward Palmer is not in this photo because he was born in Feb. 1930. The little boy seated on my Grandfather’s lap who would have been my Uncle died of polio. My grandparents lost at least two boys to this disease. My Dad was the only boy to survive and he was nicknamed Precious.

The photo of my Dad Edward G. Palmer was done in around 1935 by famous Harlem Renaissance photographer James Van Der Zee.   http://www.biography.com/people/james-van-der-zee-9515411