Thursday, March 10, 2011

Blue Blood Blues

All you had to do was ask.
Who is it that wears a mask?
When you put me to task you leave me broke and shirtless.
Check your lips at the door woman.
Shake your hips like battleships.

Yeah, all the white girls trip when I sing at Sunday service.
Sing.

I only got one face; I tried too long to erase.
You know if I left, I wouldn’t leave a trace.

If I left, you’d never see me again.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Lindley Hill Cemetery

About fifty yards from my house is Lindley Hill Cemetery. It was in use when cemeteries were as segregated as everything else; as such, it's one of the oldest African American cemeteries in Chester County. When I left Downingtown the tombstones were barely visible in the overgrown underbrush, there was no sign marking it as a cemetery, and I used to go there to spend time with girls I was dating. Someone has obviously adopted it and started taking care of it in the past few years.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

3am

Three in the morning, thought Charles Halloway, seated on the edge of his bed. Why did the train come at that hour?

For, he thought, it's a special hour. Women never wake then, do they? They sleep the sleep of babes and children. But men in middle age? They know that hour well. […] Doctors say the body's at low tide then. The soul is out. The blood moves slow. You're the nearest to dead you'll ever be save dying.

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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Rhett and Scarlett

Just having a little fun with a scene that popped at me from Gone with the Wind.

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I'm drawing a blank creating additional quips for the image macro, feel free to suggest a few.