Sep 27, 2010

Afternoon Show with Liz » Mr. Brown Wins a Guitar.

Beautiful phone call

Afternoon Show with Liz » Mr. Brown Wins a Guitar.

Broadway...Not for Blacks to See...

There are many exclamations on how black people are taking over Broadway. This to me was very exciting news seeing that I would love to one day be a part of Broadway. After attending Phantom of the Opera and Grease I noticed that besides my sister and I there weren't any other blacks there. Being the black dot in the audience inspired this:


Porgy and Bess, Fela!, The Wiz, Fences, The Color Purple, Rent, In The Heights...All have stunned both critics as well as audiences, but that’s not where the similarities end. Each of these productions show a special interest in African American talent and several have been up for Tony Awards. As a race, African American writers as well as actors have infiltrated both Broadway as well as Off Broadway. So why is it that blacks are not being attracted to either?



You can view the whole article here
http://www.alwayztherro.com/?p=17839

Sep 19, 2010

Some Enchanted Evening

Some Enchanted Evening
Suddenly gained a new meaning
Definitions changed the first time he spoke my name
Letters lost identities in my mind
I searched for order
To no avail
The brownness of his skin
The distinct smell
Some Enchanted Evening
I met another who understood me


by Allison Jones

Struggle

I have known struggle
She has known me
She birth me on cliffs edge
Of a ragged narrow stair
Ask both Fyodor and Hughes
They once too was birthed The Blues
I dangled freely over cracks
Pests and insects
Nothing else awaited me
Nothing else felt me
Struggle was my master
Struggle was she
Struggle consumed my spirit and soul
Struggle made herself my deity
She loved me
Oh yes she loved me
But Struggle never stopped being all she could be
Struggle was she
She consumed me


by Allison Jones

Sep 16, 2010

Interracial Relationship Poll

Please take this poll to help me with some research for a piece I'm writing.
Also feel free to make any comments and share opinions in the comment area. It doesn't matter your take on it. Just be totally honest with everything you say.
Also, if you will, leave your race and age to help me compile results more accurately.
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Sep 2, 2010

Sharing a Piece of Me (A Fav Poem)

LOVE'S DEITY.

by John Donne


I LONG to talk with some old lover's ghost,
Who died before the god of love was born.
I cannot think that he, who then loved most,
Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn.
But since this god produced a destiny,
And that vice-nature, custom, lets it be,
I must love her that loves not me.


Sure, they which made him god, meant not so much,
Nor he in his young godhead practised it.
But when an even flame two hearts did touch,
His office was indulgently to fit
Actives to passives. Correspondency
Only his subject was ; it cannot be
Love, till I love her, who loves me.


But every modern god will now extend
His vast prerogative as far as Jove.
To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend,
All is the purlieu of the god of love.
O ! were we waken'd by this tyranny
To ungod this child again, it could not be
I should love her, who loves not me.


Rebel and atheist too, why murmur I,
As though I felt the worst that love could do?
Love might make me leave loving, or might try
A deeper plague, to make her love me too ;
Which, since she loves before, I'm loth to see.
Falsehood is worse than hate ; and that must be,
If she whom I love, should love me.