How lucky we are to know GREAT COMPANY!
Above, I'm a happy fella with Madame Marie-Marthe Balin Franck Paul in Little Haiti, Miami, January of 2023. after Maryse and I brought computers and JAMBARS for students in Haiti. Photo by Maryse.
Mme. Franck Paul, Maryse's aunt, now 87, is founder and Principal of College Canapé-Vert in Port-au-Prince. Click to visit our Partners in education at stickingupforchildren.com. Again, many are those who do good ... without an iota of A.I.!
Leftward, lights are strung about a Live Oak in New Orleans City Park by a Park volunteer, Christmas-time of 2022. We make these freely adorned lights Symbol for the TRACK-A-DAY feature that's staring on July 30. 2023. Over 100 songs and poems for music have come to me since 1988. What better can I do than give back from the brilliance that partner musicians have delivered?
First track offered on the Sticking Up For Children (SUFC, don't-cha-know?) Jukebox is "Bobee (What A Spirit Walks That Way)" from Roger Lewis' album ALRIGHT!. We start with three excerpts from Roger, Herlin Riley and Kirk Joseph of the Rivers Answer Moons band and then. come Wednesday July 2, "Bobee ..." with Herlin and me on vocals.
Happy as we may be to enjoy great families and friends, wherever we live, we know by now, July of 2023, that we, the working-class and middle-class people of the world, are under Global
Attack. Those Corporations that lack conscience (the 100 Strategic Partners of the World Economic Forum for prime examples) have embarked from 9/11/01 into " 'COVID-19' " forward
on programs to use Big Lies and 21st-century technologies (technologies that are our classes' inventions) to reduce our freedoms more into mass enslavement or mass 'Sudden Death Syndrome'. Our genius, however, rebels and re-arises with irresistible compassion and creativity. My pieces in the Flipping the Script blog over on the WeAreRevolutions website and pieces on the Stands the Human Being blog and Substack are offerings that combine with many, many--millions unto billions--who REALLY 'Improve' humanity through their insights and resistance.
ALBUMS. Three from I/R Records are among the top 25 Jazz albums charted by Roots Music
ReportS for the year 2022. Listen on Bandcamp and Download in full fidelity there.
The World Economic Forum and its 100 Strategic
Partners among especially exploitative Corporations of the Neo-Colonial world are waging a War Against Humanity that has accelerated over the past four years under covers of " 'COVID' " and " 'Climate Change' ". Call it the WEF WAH for short.
The series of WEF Files profiles, offered here through my Stands the Human Being blog and Substack presents leading Agenda Contributors to the WEF as extremely driven and energetic individuals ... who have become pathological imbeciles in their services to the WEF's global Techno-Fascism, the WEF's 21st-century 'New World Order' of enslavement by Banks of the Northern Hemisphere.
Among the profiled are J. Michael Evans of Ali Baba (and once of Goldman Sachs), Helen Hai of Binance and the United Nations, and more obvious subjects such as Bill Gates, Chrystia Freeland, and Justin Trudeau.
"Prosecute 'Em!", cataloging crimes against masses of
humans during our " 'COVID-19' " era, is part of my
'Stands the Human Being' blog and Substack.
You are one / Light among / Many Lights, / Ever-changing, / Invaluable, / And meant to shine / Ev'ry moment of our lives.
MARYSE SUITE
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July 2023
'The Dancer under Wraps'
'I Miss My Wife'
'Lilies'
with Roger Lewis on baritone saxophone, recorded by Keith Hill at the New Orleans Musicians Union, August 31, 2023.
Lyrics below.
'The Dancer under Wraps'
Two pair of shoes
In her kitchen
Are made of wood,
Simple shoes with brilliant straps
Like rubies, diamonds or tiara,
Fittings for a ballerina,
The dancer under wraps.
Her blood father
Was a Toussaint-hearted aviator
Who flew from Haiti to Germany
In the 1930s.
The father who adopted her
Was Haiti's Ambassador
To Mexico and Great Britain
Before he fled the Papa Doctor Duvalier's regime.
What a fountain is her laughter!
How it rumbles and quakes and peals!
What a marvel is her compassion!
Almost she cries
With both laughter and compassion.
How quickly she can move,
Fast as a pulling guard
Or a Gauguin brushstroke,
Erect as a crane's steps
Flying across water.
A child so bold as to declare
At age three: "My mother
Made me this dress and I love it!"
A child taken places and then hearing voices
Of Tontin Macoute raised with threats and guns
Outside darkened windows
A child sheltered across continents
Without a choice in the matter.
Someone who came to ask
Why and how the Church is so rich.
If her skin was a lake,
If her voice was a mother's whispering or a flute
("Kwame'! Oh, Kwame'! …"), if her arms
Were the smoothest cocoa and bread-fruit,
If her eyes were themselves pools of dancing darkness,
She would still be
As the sunrise by your pillow.
'I Miss My Wife'
Rain needles the roof
Like a dancing drill
To that 3:00 a.m. of the soul
And I miss my wife--
Not so much from absence
Of her body next to mine--
Her limbs and curves
And amplitudes--
As from the wish
That we could be together
As a single cell,
Or rock,
Or coral reef,
Is together--
That we could be together
As a star is together.
'Lilies'
Lilies represent life
Like the bass-lines
Of "Take Me To The River"
And "Going To See You Again"
Flower with percussion
And darting tongues.
Lilies and bass-lines and ...
Evoke so many elements
In your senses at once
That you must surrender
To belief in their being born
Of a Creator many know as God.
"That's right," you say.
"That's right," you say.
"Your Body Is a Nurturing
I Ride Into Night /
New Cars And Power-LInes
Are Strung Out To L.A."
with Roger on flute
Your body is a nurturing
I ride into night
Your body is of spirit things
To bring soul's delight
Hi-dee-High Hi-dee-High
Hi-dee-High-de-hi-de-hi- ...
Your body is replenishing
Source gives back to thirst
Your body is of healing things
From it wants are burst
Hi-dee-High Hi-dee-High
Hi-dee-High-de-hi-de-hi- ...
New cars and power lines
Are strung out to L. A.
How we use the time we have
Is our means our light
Birds are mired in the oil
Palms and firs shrink by Bays
How we meet the calls of life
Is our play with paradise
Damage is a constant
As cars run round the clock
Dying can't be accident
If we boil in our own pots
Politicians banning Art
Scumbags wash to shore
No shame in Nature's gifts
Naked 's where it starts
Your body is a nurturing
I ride into night
Your body is of spirit things
To bring soul's delight
Hi-dee-High Hi-dee-High
Hi-dee-High-de-hi-de-hi-
Your body is replenishing
Source gives back to thirst
Your body is of healing things
From it wants are burst
Hi-dee-High Hi-dee-High
Hi-dee-High-de-hi-de-hi-
An-other world! Another world!
Another world is there for us
Starry, fleshly night.
