...full of things, needs the fat bran.
[from the Men in Martian Ice CD*]
"What it is?", we used to say, back in the day when we'd wear our hair that way...long and limp...crowned with flowers, 'fro-on-the-go with the pick up and sticking out a defiant Black power salute to the lifting of spirits, lifting up hair, looking like lions' manes...muh main mans--lifting and lifted the spirit of racial pride.
Like pride, the family of lions, lies ongoing promoting dogma which ignores the dynamics of perceived reality (as opposed to the static nature of eternal truth).
Born in that time, was the notion that if we all just hung out together painting happy pictures on canvases of cloth and/or nubile immodest bodies...if artists ruled the government...the world would be at peace. ...forgetting that only a few decades before, that experiment was tried by a little artists' collective called the THIRD REICH fronted by evil A. Hitler...lethal to their captive audiences.