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work, work, work ...
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"'Wintering'
In Hell as on earth
things are rarely as they seem:
Mother, this is not
a song to ripen
trees pregnant..."
More about Jocelyn
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Schools (Other):
i am not an existentialist. boston blows dot com. brown university. and getting to Sao Nicolau.
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Occupation:
editor/publisher, writer & not being the one ...
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Affiliations:
Incite! Women of Color Against Violence; Scholar & Feminist Online; LiP: Informed Revolt, UAW Local 2110; Grey Heffa Gemini Writers Collective
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Hobbies and Interests:
social justice is not a hobby, but. writing, painting, reading, theater (no singing, please), music, dance, writing song lyrics without composition, nature, missing brooklyn, bewildering gazes, solitude, photographing people through glass, casting spells, not smiling, laughing at the red sox, humans being
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Favorite Books:
Ariel
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Favorite Movies:
Angel Heart
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Favorite Music:
stevie wonder, donny hathaway, bonnie 'prince' billy, the arcade fire, m. ward, xiu xiu, battles, adf, lewis taylor, calexico, prince, radiohead, henryk gorecki, interpol, white magic, devendra banhart, tv on the radio, del ray, nick drake, very specific beatles albums, m'shell ndegeocello, android lust, raymond fiore/the blend, the seasonal mixes, theboognish mixes, angelo badalamenti, hank williams, gustavo santaolalla, mogwai, maria callas, nina simone, johnny cash, esquivel, lionel belasco, black heart procession, ray charles, bachata, salsa, otis redding, sam cooke, les nubians, ween, the mars volta, albert king, bettye lavette, the delfonics, the dramatics, barbara lewis, rachelle farrell, jeff buckley, the shins, tegan & sara, pyeng threadgill, cesaria evora, the gilbert dynasty, ratm, salsa, soulsoulsoul, emo to keel me over and hair-rock to keep me jolly. and lord help us all: been breaking out my old pearl jam, faith no more, and cocteau twins albums. excuse me: casettes.
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Zodiac Sign:
Cancer
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About Me:
'Wintering'
In Hell as on earth
things are rarely as they seem:
Mother, this is not
a song to ripen
trees pregnant with olives, figs.
This is to confess
what your heart had warned
you true. My lips parted,
in his palm the seeds
glistened like blood. I
regret only that he has
me for one solstice
and not two. Summer,
I cherish your grief, long you
Dead.
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put another way: if you don't like haiku you probably won't like me.
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Who I Want to Meet:
someone to write about, maybe sketch while sleeping.
especially those who are
original, genuine, intense, sensitive, sensual, passionate,
geniushumble, creative, honorable, surprising,
unafraid to
be alone
who know when
to surrender and
still remain willing
to fight,
rebellious -- powerful and
tender about something
anything but
nothing at all.
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eyes on her, neruda wrote his poetry
tryin' to get her, che became a
revolutionary because he was guided by
strong feelings of love for her, and
pastuer saved her kids in hopes that she
would hang out with him... j boogie does
just that... I have fought battles, wrote
poetry, right my wrongs and saved some
souls just so she'll love me... or
because she loves me... either one,
same shit, cuz once you are loved by
her, you'll do all that you can to be loved
by her again... (don't believe me, just
ask the guys I mentioned above -- I got
a ouija board.)
with love and spirit and beauty, and
I feel your solitude
like a beautiful landscape where I could sleep
forever
regret is the child of inaction
You ever have someone say a
classist/racist/entitled comment and you
let it go by? Feeling tired of dealing with
it, waiting for someone else to say
something, not wanting to waste your
breath because you just KNOW its not
going to make a difference in how that
person thinks or acts? And then you
think, WWJDno, not what would Jesus
do (because He would probably turn the
other cheek or try to calmly relay a
parable to make His point), but what
would Jocelyn do? I had one such
moment the other day and the fact that I
sat in silence haunted me throughout the
day, and then clicking on Friendster and
seeing Jocelyns pensive face made me
feel even worse b/c I know she would
have said exactly what I wanted to say
in exactly how I wanted to say it (except
much more eloquently and with a much
better glare that I could ever muster) had
she been there...
Jocelyn is a Goddess--beauty personified
are my world...cuz you're sooo sweet,
you're my special treat! candy girl, all I
want to say... i need your love, each and
every day.
man, damn damn damn damn damn
damn, for once I feel good about being
in cuba, because if I wasn't in cuba,
dreaming about candy... i would have
never received that big ass candy store
jay boogie sent me!!!!
is there??? the last one there??? do
people not write or is there shit not as
on point as mine??? (big smile.)
Anyways, jojo's testy is like the iliad,
right people???... you gotta think about
it before you write, think about it real
hard... it's like ariel... you can't just
through down on paper, you gotta see
it... I see why people ain't write you
testimonials, it's cuz they can't come 1/2
assed... tell them to give me a call, I'll
help them. or maybe they out telling you
the shit as oppose to writing it -- spoken
words are far better than reading...
remembering with a smile on your face
and looking out to the sky is much
better than hurtin' your eyes.
but she did drop the heaven's some
beauty and light
burned my mind into a crisp
she steadied me and raised my fist
lost in confusion of some fucked up
heartbreak
it was my soul she did save
"don't jump," she said "let's go
swimming."
She took me into her ocean and
I haven't returned since.