I just thought about you standing in the very place where I'll always remember you; and you were doing exactly what I know I'll never forget you did. It was exactly how I knew it would be so l'll always remember that it was. The funny thing is, you didn't know, yet. And there was no way I could tell you. Even after you knew. Things like "it" could have been,have no past. It is only the possibility of a future that can give birth to our present.
Red rover blue dolphins yellow bumblebees. Fried onion rings pinky rings hula hoops and slinky things pigs feet and chitterlings. Pickles dill dollar bills chutes and ladders cakes and batters. Nothing matters but mad hatters guitar rifs and spliffs and hugs. Drinks from pubs molitoff cocktails from bartending thugs. Shoulder shrugs mean mugs warm hearts brain farts. Derailed trains of thought still got to walk passed writer's block and pan handle on Reader's Ave. That's if they'll have a penny for my thoughts since they come only one at a time. Silent mimes with silent lines stand on this Writer's block and expire I. Can him have random tantrums? Figments of pigmented phantoms? Cause the pantry's empty and imagination ain't gonna cook itself.
...in verse... Iam not the type of guy to walk up to a girl and ask her to dance in the club. I AM the type of guy to make myself available for dancing…. It is only 12:30, I just got here and the right song hasn’t come on yet. But I AM dressed well and well, I hope she can dance. Cause I can feel her about to look my way. If she does, it's on. It's on once the right song plays till the last song plays. And when the last song plays, throw the DJ a dub and tell him spin one more...
This fall, renaissance is personified as George A. Peters, II descends upon Harlem, New York. From the people who brought you Black Love: The Homecomings and The Tragedy of Any1Man: An Inquisition of Manhood comes an edge of your seat mini series:
Perdition
Okay, not really,
I was just trying to think of a good way to package all the stuff that
has been happening lately. So, I finally moved into the spot in Harlem.
Roomie is mad cool. Jon Genius, we share cooking duties. We run
every morning. He drinks dark and likes music. What more do
you need? Oh and he is the Director of the documentary film. Easy.
I am all over the place with women, but as you know it is getting cold. Blockbuster and a blanket has been upgraded. Trying Netflix and a Nanny. I need a shorty that can cook and clean. And starch the hell out of a shirt. And knows how to renig in spades without getting caught. Tangent...
What else? Oh yeah I am cast in two shows. The first one is called "Nettiquette". Show with Gov. Pataki where we travel to the schools in the state of NY and speak to some of the cyber threats and predators as directed towards today's youth. Mostly like the assemblies you used to go to when you were in school. The second is a show about diversity in the workplace. Called "People Like Us".
Any1man will be available for purchase during Homecoming. Might even be some tees.
Aba deep aba deep--
Just in case it isn't obvious or it wasn't written big enough or just in case you had allowed it to be a fleeting thought in your mind (bring it back and bold it)
BRAIDS are right there next to the BOX and the GUMBY on the shouldn't-be-caught-in-a-casket-with-this-hairstyle cache.
This is probably a gross generalization, but I have found it to be true since the third grade. Mrs. Mancini's class. Oh how I loved me some Mrs. Mancini....mmmm...
quick sidebar. "Passin me By" by the Pharcyde. "...with an apple for the teacher cause I knew I'd get a kiss/always got mad when the class was dismissed/but when it was in session/I would ask a question...oh how I wish I could hold her hand or give her a hug..." Familiar? Well, that is how me and Mrs. Mancini's relationship devolved.
Anyway, I remember Jenna Savio (white girl) saying, you are so lucky you don't even have to brush your hair in the mornings.
WHAT?!?
You're kidding right? Why don't white people notice when I have a fresh ass line?
Any1Man the film and documentary of the compilation of both the tour and the movement is close to completion. Here is a little snippet J.Genius threw together to pave the way in the streets. You gotta keep the streets happy.
Over the course of three days we shot the whole joint. It amounts to about 5-6 hours of footage I imagine. Niggas had plenty of tape stock, put it like that. Anyway, a lot happened. We shot Bishop's (the troglodyte) sequences on the subway. The N to Atoria to be specific. People really thought I was a bum, yo. Cussing at me, spitting at me, laughing at me. The next day the scene was just as convincing. Zealots on a mission to save the world in a mini van one chicken sandwhich at a time offered me a bag lunch. It was good as hell though. Washed down with a grape quarter water.
But the most compelling moment of the entire weekend shoot was when Anthony, a man who lost his family and had been on the streets for 30 years, cried after looking at me. I told him that I (Bishop) was around 29 years old. When he heard that, he put down his beer, cried, and told me I don't have to live like this. He tried to take Bishop to the shelter with him.
I thought surely somebody would see the microphone under my color, or at least pay attention to the cameras. I told him that the cameras follow me twice a month, then the people feed me and give a place to sleep. All in exchange for the use of my image. He bought it. I felt bad deceiving him. He told me he loved me and hugged me. Twice. Now THAT is a good makeup job.
This is Kyra Freeman. I taught her to act. Well, I thought I had but as she was taking classes from me at the Spelman College Dance and Drama Institute she was also going on "vacations". Her mother would say, "Mr. George, Kyra loves your classes, she says you are so nice that she doesn't want to make you mad by missing your class so much." I chastised, but let it go.
This picture was taken at the New York premiere of Idlewild, the movie she was shooting during her "vacations".
Wow.
I am in Atlanta. Hate these short sporadic trips. Most everybody thinks you are playing them if you don't set aside 3 of your 7 days in town just for them. Got most of it in. Did two premieres, got some score for the movie (filming this weekend in NYC), got a web designer, performed in Centennial Park to 700 screaming fans (okay they were drunk and not really screaming and they weren't my fans), met some people I've idolized at times, got some, drank some, ate some (chuckle). It's been good.
I have gotten a chance to rekindle with some close friends who are in the midst of a potential climbing career. Funny how people fall all over them. I mean they are really famous down here. Crazy. This is the second time I have been stage door Johnny to a rising career. This time it is two for one. I like that. This is going to be a lot of fun.
Get TiVo before I get big.
presently she's been asking me
about the pages I've skipped
I tight lipped
had hoped
to be
an open book
I've just overlooked some pages
and missed moments to make memories
I simply got caught in the last spaces
...and the fast paces that involve us
rob us of the seconds
and minutes would be nothing without them
once Mr and Ms Understand mispronounce them
miNUTE they do become
when they should be
ours, right now
you know we grow like tall blades of grass
mark the time we savor as--
pects of our behaviors' last
time debating past times
planning futures
and forgetting to unwrap
the present
certainly we've rehearsed anneversary
so there's no reason to leave Eden
until we're dearly departed, Love
