our music

The following post may or may not have been written by yours truly.  This comes from my heart regardless of any certainty if I am indeed the original author.  I found this on a scrap of transparency in my things some years back and can not explain if  I did not write it, probably 10 plus years ago, how it came to me?  It is a strange  little passage, but I think reveals quite a lot and would like it to have a new life of its own, so to speak.

CRASS said to reject theirs, so “yours” could stand on its own, but sometimes theirs is so enticing.  Really ours is best.

What we create is more powerful than freezing rain.

Holidays can be times for poetry and this designation is something I did not create, but am using to come up with ideas that are risking my place and understanding..

This is what I most want others to take from being around me.  Fight the fear and try to continue to grow tall and wide and distant like the past periods when we were all indigenous, then colonialists then vicitims then just people again, people who love music.

Where are we going if not into the future where it is an amalgam of different shit.  Ha. Depression will never have me again.

Listening to a beautiful project that my friend completed on a disc, writing and realizing what not to say as much what to- my inclination always falls toward the music.  I  can stop and it will pick me up and I will take that next step toward love.  I let the music take me, but I am not a musician and that is not profitable in our dominate culture.  I wonder if it is as simple as all the musicians coming out into the street to make their sound for us to get the world’s attention.  What would I say?  What would you say?

The spirit is for our relief, that is what we get living here in Detroit.  I actually benefit from the city as a whole and to you who all leave before you were able to feel that lift your life up and engage your creativity and imagination, I can only offer  you best of luck  elsewhere.