Addresses

Addresses are given to us to conceal our whereabouts

— Saki (H.M. Munro)

First you take a right after the vegetable seller's kiosk.
   The blue one.
Then you'll pass the school painted green
   by the way before the T-junction
Turn right, you'll find him
   just after the big mango tree on the left
If you get to the gold house with the black gate,
   you'll know you've gone too far

You can't miss him, his prose style is inimitable
There's no artifice, he's the genuine article
Elliptical, yet full of quips and surreal turns
When you read him, you feel as if you're with a friend

Deceptively deployed and unadorned,
   the language is unassuming
Yet, on a sentence by sentence basis,
   his writing is simply sparkling
But even with the arcane plots,
   his characters come out fully fleshed
Still, don't ignore those few hints in the dialog,
   he might be pulling your leg

Addresses, a playlist

A soundtrack for this note. The titles tell a tale of unanswered questions, lose yourself in the music (spotify version)

• Wherever I Lay My Hat (That's My Home) by Marvin Gaye
• Where The Streets Have No Name by U2
• I Wanna Be Where You Are by Michael Jackson
• Where I'm From by Digable Planets
• Home Is Where The Hatred Is by Gil Scott-Heron
• Can't Get Nowhere by Omar
• I Know Where I Stand by Johnny Gill
• Where Do We Go From Here? by Incognito
• Wherever I Lay My Hat (That's My Home) by Paul Young
• Where Are You? by Dexter Gordon
• Where Do We Go From Here? by Cherrelle
• Wherever by Omar
• Home Is Where The Hatred Is by Esther Pillips
• Where Are We Going? by Donald Byrd
• Theme From Mahogany (Do You Know Where You're Going To) by Dianna Ross
• Where Are We Going? by Marvin Gaye
• Where Pathways Meet by Sun Ra
• Where Do We Go From Here? by Jamiroquai
• Somewhere In The Night by Grant Green
• Where Are You? by Ben Webster
• Where Do We Go From Here? by Vanessa Williams
• Where are you tonite by Chaka Khan
• Brother, Where are you by Abbey Lincoln

See also: Finding your way in a country without street addresses and newfangled addresses

File under: humour, culture, observation, perception, maps, Ghana, poetry, toli

Writing log: January 31, 2022

Ode to the Word Nuisant

Harmful, for though it made for the perfect rhyme
Its impact was marred by that red, squiggly underline
I checked, not only in that web browser,
But also in countless other word processors
The word is nary to be found in most dictionaries!
I'll admit a strong case of disbelief
For even in the authoritative one from Oxford,
I came to find it marked obsolete

Hurtful that such a perfectly good word
Would fall into this state of disrepair
So that future editors of my prose
Would be confronted by supposed linguistic error
An intimation of lack of care or poor grammar
Inattention and pretension in equal measure

Nuisant, as a word, it doesn't get much press
Forever prone to replacement by auto-suggest
Yet its plain meaning isn't hard to decipher
An apt weapon in the hands of a writer
And so it behooves me to take a stand
In favor of the adjectival nuisance
And pen a minor ode in its defense
This is plainly a nuisant development


"Harmful, hurtful; of the nature of a nuisance"

Word, a playlist

A soundtrack for this note. (spotify version)

• The Word by Prince
• Word Up by Cameo
• The Word is Love by Steve Silk Hurley

File under: humour, language, culture, observation, writing, whimsy, poetry, toli

Writing log: January 29, 2022

Close Contact

A state of grace, a rarefied connection
Revealed belatedly the identity of your companion
Retrospectively located through track and trace
A fellow traveler similarly internally displaced

A fleeting encounter, side looks and glances
The human marketplace of second chances
Leading to a stolen moment of solidarity
A stare, recognition, and then complicity

Your lot in life, still, you were startled by the realization
Strange bedfellows you were, normally masked in alienation
Sporting badges of ambivalence, angst and dismay
And now to find a comfort suite in social interplay

A conversation that seemed as if it would never end
The joys of discovering you've made a new friend
Such are the pleasures of proximity, the virtue of presence
And the ease with which you share a comfortable silence

Closer, a playlist

A soundtrack for this note. (spotify version)

• Closer by Goapele
• Closer to the Feeling by Incognito
• Closer than Friends by Surface
• Closer to Home by Courtney Pine
• Love Conversation by José James

This note is part of a series: In a covidious time.

File under: culture, observation, perception, social, Comfort Suite, poetry, covidious, toli

Writing log: January 29, 2022

Quality of Numbness

Please ensure that you're in the right tasting environment
Pleasant conditions are preferable for maximum enjoyment
Open yourself up to the experience of bearing witness
Dress casually to appreciate the quality of numbness

Sight evaluation is the first order of business
You'll learn how to describe the ingredients of catharsis
Start with a top view,
   examine the density saturation of the substance
Stare closely for a few seconds
   to imbue the essence of the absence

Then, visual inspection from a side angle,
   observe the color of shock
The oblique viewpoint will gather up all signs of discomfort
Over time, you'll recognize the shades
   that are said to be characteristic
The burden of the shadows can overwhelm,
   the way they move is mystic

Sip slowly, don't swallow unease as your liquid companion
Taste for yourself the astringency of alienation
Mature vintages will often leave you numb in contemplation
A result, it is said, of the intense period of fermentation

Savor the aromas of regret, the heavy burden of loss
Let the waves of disbelief wash over you, do not resist
Caution, take heed of spontaneous outbursts of cynicism
A rout of the soul often dampens one's initial enthusiasm

Scents are next on the agenda,
   but be mindful of your surroundings
With unbounded grief, you're apt to wallow in nostalgia
   and its misgivings
Try not to miss the cues,
   musty glasses are a sure sign of resignation
There is no simple formula,
   doubt can be balanced by complete immersion

Swirling around the tongue,
   you'll discover the flavor that lingers
It's much like a social disease
   this sense of communal numbness
After a taste of deficiency,
   you may find satisfaction ever elusive
Off kilter, the quality of numbness ensures a satisfying finish

Numb, a playlist

A soundtrack for this note (spotify version)

• Numb by Portishead
• Numb by Pet Shop Boys
• Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd
• Down Here Below by Abbey Lincoln
• I'll Walk Alone by Nancy Wilson
• Numb by Lewis Taylor
  An album length treatment of the quality of numbness. What the pandemic has wrought

See previously: Rhythm of Loss and The Laws of Grief

This note is part of a series: In a covidious time.

File under: grief, culture, observation, perception, social, life, mourning, covidious, poetry, toli

Writing log: January 22, 2022

Dancing in the Dark (The Heart of Darkness Playlist)

I give you a playlist fit for Joseph Conrad and his inspired creation: Kurtz. Musical relief for the darkness and an entry in the Comfort Suite. The liner notes were written 15 years ago for the heart of darkness. Thankfully, these days the songs are mostly available for streaming (youtube, spotify).

Heart of Darkness, A Playlist

• Prince Of Darkness by Miles Davis
  Our musical tour of this territory will start with Miles. This is Richard Perle's theme. Menacing and presented as noble. Righteous music. The album is called Miles Smiles, the second great quintet had found its groove and Miles reveled in it.
• Footsteps In The Dark (Part 1 & 2) by The Isley Brothers
  Again the album title is ominous, Go for your guns and quite belied by the lazy groove and Ronald Isley's lush falsetto
• Congo by Amel Larrieux
  My favorite vocalist went to Congo, she's a bravebird. I've always wanted a live performance of this song, hope springs eternal.
• Crazy Baldhead by Bob Marley and the Wailers
  Kurtz's theme.
• Down Here in Hell (With You) by Van Hunt
  The acoustic version, the Narrated Autobiography starts with the immortal line "My father was part-time painter and a pimp". Dysfunction was the original sin.
• Dancing in the Dark by Bill Evans
  Scott LaFaro, whose exploits were well documented in Sunday Night at the Village Vanguard and Waltz for Debby, had died tragically a few years earlier. Thus it was Gary Peacock who stepped in with ghostly bass runs as counterpoint to Bill Evans's luminous piano.
• I Guess I'm Crazy by Mavis Staples
  Long before Gnarls Barkley, Mavis was telling it like it was. Prince was urging her on at the mixing console
• In the Dark by Nina Simone
  Blues are part and parcel of the heart of darkness.
• Dark Side of the Cog by Incognito
  From the album in which Incognito went electronic
• Slippin' Into Darkness by War
  Funky and dark grooves
• Darkness by Black Uhuru
  The 10' version is bouncy. Darkness seems to rule over the world.
• Dancing in the Dark by Cannonball Adderley, Miles Davis
  Something Else was going down with that first great quintet and its offshoots.
• Dancing in the Dark by Duke Ellington
  The Duke's portfolio is endless
• Darkness on the Delta by Cassandra Wilson
  The modern day blues queen
• Blues In the Dark by Count Basie and Jimmy Rushing
  Fruits of a cooking session
• Darktown Strutter's Ball by Fats Domino
  Dave Bruebeck also gives a cool version
• Dark Rapture by Count Basie
• Bohemia After Dark by Cannonball Adderley
  Birdland after dark was a magical place, the birthplace of a quiet revolution.
• Dancing In The Dark by Bruce Springsteen
  The Boss found uplift in Ronald Reagan's morning in America. Hey Iran/Contra was a ball. The seeds were sown of the great reckoning though. Would have been better off with John Wayne.
• Deep In Your Heart by Ronny Jordan
  A trifle to warm the heart
• Dark by Prince

  Somebody take this dark cloud away...
  How could you leave me in the dark?

  The remix, So Dark, which appeared on the Crystal Ball compilation is a reminder that his Royal Badness sometimes needs to leave well enough alone. But then we know that things fell apart
• Light To Dark by Ronny Jordan
  Changing the perspective
• Blues In the Dark by James Carter and Joshua Redmane
  The legendary cutting session immortalized the jook joint in the movie Kansas City
• Dance Cadaverous by Wayne Shorter
  We started with Prince of Darkness, a Wayne Shorter composition hence we'll end with another of his dark themes. I was initially thinking of Juju but that isn't quite foreboding enough. Dance Cadaverous it is then. Ominous and a little crazy, the man got lost in the jungle and is emerging slowly to face the interlocuter. The title of the album stands to reason: Speak No Evil.

See previously: Heart of Darkness

I nominate this note for the Things Fall Apart series under the banner of The Comfort Suite.

File under: music, culture, observation, obsession, whimsy, jazz, soul, perception, Joseph Conrad, Things Fall Apart, Comfort Suite, toli

Writing log. Concept: June 30, 2007

Operation Urgent Fury

Barracks
Truck bombings
Bad optics

Casualties
In a foreign land
French and American marines

Contingency plans
Swift change of the narrative
Operation Urgent Fury

Small island, little scrutiny
Marxist Bishop, revolutionaries
"Visit America before America visits you"

Structural adjustments
Our sphere of influence
Washington consensus

Destabilization strategy
Of brutal leftist thugs
A base for aggression

Scripts readied
Protection of the free world
Prime time address

Rollback of influence
Strategic vision of democracy
Liberation, security in our hemisphere

This is a dangerous situation
The threat posed to our nationals
For their safety is paramount

We decided on preventive action
Moving forward to restore freedom
And bring about regime change

Rapid troop deployment
Our special forces
Armed intervention

Simply responding to an appeal
A formal request for aid
This morning's invasion



After Grenada, 1983

Soundtrack for this note

• B movie by Gil Scott Heron

See also: Excellent Discussions


File under: culture, observation, perception, rogues, USA, war, blood, imperialism, politics, Reagan, policy, strategy, Grenada, language, cold war, Great Game, hatchet job, Observers are worried, poetry, toli

Writing log: September 4, 2022

Staffing Shortages

Staffing shortages in a covidious time
Supply chain snafus, empty shelves and long lines
Rising positivity rates were how we bore witness
For our streets were paved with discarded rapid tests

Inboxes flooded with statements
   explaining the difficult decisions
Structural adjustments:
   "We make every effort to minimize disruption"
"The increase in cases
   created an impact on essential services around the country"
"Our staffing levels are being affected
   by those who are either sick or in self-quarantine"

While sirens were testaments to the ebb and flow of capacity
Partners in health bemoaned the limited testing availability
We were living in an interminable era of incalculable loss
Even as we asked the obvious, what paradise have we lost?

Staffing Shortage, a playlist

A soundtrack for this note (spotify version)

• Man Shortage by Lovindeer
• Inflation Calypso by E.T. Mensah & the Tempos
• Just Can't Get Enough by Depeche Mode
• Got to be Enough by Con Funk Shun
• Never Enough by Groove Theory
• Shortage by Dave Hollister

After Omicron BA.1

This internal displacement is part of a series: In a covidious time

File under: culture, observation, coronavirus, pandemic, economics, covidious, poetry, toli

Writing log: January 16, 2022

Playground Education

They pantomimed the firing squad
Reenacting the march of the bedraggled and confused
The older boys had grabbed sticks
   and descended on a group of us
They lined us up roughly, laughing and barking orders
Repeating phrases they'd heard from their parents
And the dawn broadcast
"We'll finish them..."

They set up a few paces out,
   on the edge of the playground.
"Line up.
Take your marks.
Fire."

Pow. Pow. Pow. Pow. Pow. Pow.
Six shots.
"Attention."

Then the recriminations:
"You. You didn't die properly.
   You. The General. You didn't slump.
Let's do it again."

More laughter.
Scenarios were contemplated for the next round.
"Let the blood flow..."

There must have been something in your look
   that gave them temporary pause
For even as you had kept a brave face,
   you couldn't break out a smile
Appalled frankly. You recognized a wrong,
   something beyond the pale
The comment escaped your mouth, you couldn't help it
"That was someone's daddy."

A brief pause, but then the conversation resumed
Mocking tones infused their frenzied acting
You detached yourself from the game
Dusted yourself
Casually
And walked off
You didn't look back

Playground Games, a playlist

A soundtrack for this note. (spotify version)

• Cruel Summer by Bananarama
• Games by Cannonball Adderley
• Fun and Games by Junior Byles
• Don't Be Cruel by Bobby Brown
• Zombie by Fela
• Games by Chuckii Booker

...

Timing is everything
Observers are worried

...

See also: The Wages of Thermidor and June 4th

File under: memory, Ghana, coup, violence, children, youth, cruelty, blood, fear, culture, observation, perception, Africa, Observers are worried, The Rough Beast, poetry, toli

Writing log. January 4, 2022

End-User Certificates

End-user certificates
Squalid bureaucracy

Did you ever wonder what was in those planes?

Contractual obligations
Roaring trade in ammunition

Did you ever worry about the company you keep?

Warlord clientele
Improvised identities

Did you think it would come to this?

Cult of corruption
Merchants of death

Did you see what they left in their wake?

Bulletproof warriors
Small boy units

Did you ever wonder about the price we all paid?

Cargo of weapons
Shipments from Belarus

Did you realize the tangled web they wove?

Profitable transactions
Collateral damage

Did it mean anything to you?

Neutral brokers
Two-sided networks

Did it really seem innocent?

Equal opportunity
Excess revenues

Did you ever wonder how they sleep at night?

International transfers
Dealers of deceit

Did you remember how it all started?

Final recipients
Embargo detours

Did the excuses really stand up?

Supply chain lubrication
Undesired buyers

Did you get everything that you wanted?

Victims everywhere
Blood and sin victorious

Did you ever wonder why these men are smiling?

Clean hands
Indelible ink

Did they leave a trace?

Rebel militia
Intractable conflicts

Do you ever wonder when this will end?

After: Blood from Stones by Douglas Farah, Darwin's Nightmare and that pulp piece, Lord of War.

End-User Certificates, a playlist

A soundtrack for this note (spotify version)

• Guns are Drawn by The Roots
• Bullet From A Gun by Derek B
• Certified by Guru
• Machine Gun by Portishead
• Sword + Gun by Jose James and Hindi Zahra
• Because of Guns (Hey Joe Redux) by Vijay Iyer

...

Timing is everything
Observers are worried

See previously: Arms on Ghana Plane

File under: arms, weapons, rogues, terrorism, crime, war, Strange Bedfellows, Observers are worried, poetry, culture, observation, toli

Writing log: January 1, 2022

Tracking Package

Grainy video clip, Nest cam, low resolution
Slight angle from your front window, fishbowl vision
Poor lighting as befitted the early hour, 4 a.m.
After bringing in the new year, he was walking down the street
A double-take, a package at the door, who'd have thought it?

A brief check, took a look around, no one around to witness
But still, precaution, eyes darting, quick, pull up the hoodie
He shuffled in at an angle, eyes turned away
Made a beeline for the door, only a minor course correction
Then, grab and lift. Bulky, a little heavier than expected
What to call it? Booty or bounty? Practiced operator
He walked away furtively. Happy New Year, sucker.

A thief in the night, a liminal shadow, this interloper
Fittingly, in this covidious time, he was not a mask wearer
He duly seized the opportunity to perform the crime
Leaving only this digital trace, the notification
Discovered the next day. And the sense of violation

Grand larceny, you wonder: what was in the package?
Think. You rack your brain, did you order anything?
Stocking up for the lockdown, or was it a gift?
Amazon? UPS? Who even delivers on New Year's Eve?
Maybe your aunt sent a care package from your parents
She just returned from home and asked if you'd received it
That would be something else, what mortification
Oh well, to my nocturnal visitor, compliments of the season

Tracking Package, a playlist

A soundtrack for this note. (spotify version)

• Thief's Theme by Nas
• Opportunity by Bobby McFerrin
  "Opportunity came to my door" is the takeaway from this spontaneous invention. Sadly it was not for me.
• Your Loss My Gain by Omar
• Looking Out The Front Door by Main Source
• Package Thief by Superchunk

This note is part of a series: In a covidious time.

File under: crime, observation, theft, life, covidious, poetry, toli

Writing log: January 1, 2022

Ghost Transcripts

Brief messages left behind by the dearly departed
Ephemera in times past, letters and scraps of paper
Of late, these new artifacts of the digital era
Faint traces, bylines, icons and avatars
Photos and videos, the color of memory
But also emails, logs, and chat transcripts
Voice mails that we remind ourselves to never delete

No, I want to hear that voice periodically
My brother imploring me to return his call
The chuckle, the slight hesitation
As if pondering the best approach
Before jumping in with the juicy morsel
That would whet your curiosity and impel you to respond
Then, without fail, the obligatory closing joke,
The lesson we learned early, always leave them wanting more

The voice is what I hold on to, its teasing inflection
And so I save the message every sixty days
And so I stay with this phone company
Despite the gaps in their coverage, and usurious rates
That customer satisfaction survey didn't have the option
For me to enter the real reason for my brand loyalty
Contra the telecom operator's retention policy
The textures of a life underwritten
The comfort of the ghost transcripts

Soundtrack for this note

Mostly the Voice by Gang Starr

See also: The Laws of Grief

This note is part of a series: In a covidious time.

File under: memory, voice, culture, observation, perception, technology, personal, grief, poetry, covidious, toli

Writing log. December 18, 2021

Blue Sand

The headline was striking sixty odd years later
The dust was said to be returning to sender
Swirling dervishes on magic carpets, a blanket of fine particles
Radiation straight from the souk, the message in a bottle

A sixties affair held, not in Provence,
   but rather in the Sahara
Uncharted territory
   in what they then called French Algeria
A convenient location,
   just a few Berber nomads around at best
The fruits of settler colonialism,
   a prime spot for a nuclear test

A case of droit de seigneur, this was the desert after all
Proud of his entrée to the nuclear club was General de Gaulle
Still, it's not something that one could sweep under the rug,
   this thing
Indeed, the test rather embodied a literal carpet bombing

First, the sharp flash of the detonation
Then, later, shock waves and the almighty sound
The scientists marveled at the novel reaction
The blueish fire that preceded the mushroom cloud

Ground zero, the impact crater, the hole in the dunes
The military had assigned a codename: Gerboise Bleue
The desert rodent of Reggane would be baptized in blue
The blue of the tricolor harkened to Saint Martin de Tours

In the aftermath, as expected, came the fallout in all its forms
The uproar was swift,
   later tests would have to be moved underground
Expressions of surprise
   that radiation would drift west and south
Significant traces detected
   in Upper Volta, Ghana and even Senegal

Ballistic rockets launched primed for nuclear payloads
The initial fear was of fission and Strontium 90 isotopes
Decay was all, the main byproduct was rather Caesium
It is an ill wind that blows no good, this reckoning

We are all casualties in the torrid zone of this triangle of fire
That, in a new century, nature had decided to share the wealth
Donations of micro doses spreading irony across the land
A radioactive gift to posterity, a legacy of blue sand



After: Irony as Saharan dust returns radiation from French nuclear tests in the 1960s (March 1, 2021)

Blue Sand, a playlist

A soundtrack for this note. (spotify version)

• You Dropped A Bomb On Me by Gap Band
• Ill Wind by Ben Webster
• Midnite Blue by Count Basie
  Taken from The Complete Atomic Basie, the album cover is telling
• Dust by Van Hunt
• Inherit the Wind by Wilton Felder
• Dust in the Wind by Eric Benet
• Ill Wind by Lee Morgan
• Oh Lord Don't Let Them Drop That Atomic Bomb On Me by Charles Mingus
• Ill Wind by Milt Jackson
• Ill Wind (You're Blowin' Me No Good) by Ella Fitzgerald

...

The Wife's history of Atomic Junction dug up lots of interesting material. Here's a 1960 speech by by Tawia Adamafio denouncing French Nuclear Tests in the Sahara. See also a few more clippings from Ghanaian newspapers of the time.

File under: nuclear, France, violence, colonialism, war, environment, Algeria, irony, culture, observation, science, weapons, Africa, politics, power, perception, public health, poetry, Observers are worried, toli

Writing log: December 16, 2021

Action Items

Oh! I think I'm going to have to end this presentation now
I... I just got a message... It's on the news?... Oh wow
There's... there's an active shooter at my daughter's high school

What's that? Yes, yes, I have a number of action items
Look, I'll.. I'll schedule another teleconference
I have to go now. Rob can handle things. Um, Rob over to you

Mics unmuted. Gasps. Harrumphs.
   Worldwide expressions of sympathy
This is America.
This is the country's regular brand of insanity

Still, action items?
Who asked that? Poor form. Absurdity.
What is wrong with you, man?
Where is your humanity?

...

Michigan High School Shooting: 3 Students Killed and Several Critically Injured

A 15-year-old sophomore was taken into custody with a semiautomatic handgun that was bought by his father four days before the fatal shooting.

...

Action Items, a playlist

A soundtrack for this lament (spotify version)

• What's Going On by Marvin Gaye
• Right and a Wrong Way by Keith Sweat
• Prayer by D'Angelo
• The Moment I Feared by Slick Rick

...

Timing is everything
Observers are worried

File undebr: USA, blood, violence, absurd, culture, observation, modernity, perception, language, bureaucracy, corporation, work, life, poetry, outrage, The Rough Beast, Observers are worried, toli

Writing log. Concept: November 30, 2021; December 12, 2021