Monthly Archives: September 2010

love doctor: smile for me

dear readers,

it was a humid grey, gusty cave kinda day from east to west coast. so i hear. but i woke up this morning in good cheer, singing, sun is shining, weather is sweet, makes me wanna move, my dancing feet. made me feel so sunny all day, smiling all the way, i wonder why.

what i want to know is, are you coming back again, it ain’t too late to make it right, just tell yourself the truth and i’ll look beyond the jimmy last night, you was always on my mind like human flight, i just said it to you wrong why go all monster tight, why act like a fan when it’s below you, i will always love you but what do i owe you?

yeah, it’s me, the love doctor.

the love doc in dc

but the only advice the love doctor has today is via a friend who once gave me a song, called smile for me.

i was always giving love advice. even back when i was dotting my i’s with hearts and folding words into notes we passed between periods, they had crisp corners and pull out tags, back then we was all straight, unless and until we was being fags. but acting like you know it all is such a drag. i’m keeping my head up and throwing new opportunities in the bag.

stay core for more,
roopa

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that’s comedy: put your light in the air like lumiere

dear readers,

i think it’s time for some more light. today i got on the subway at west fourth street, along with an orthodox jewish family, we’re in the first car, the little girls are clamoring to look through front window, thrilled at the sight of hazy lit tunnels and gleaming tracks. i started looking too, i mean, they were so eager, basically stepping on my shoes, so i quelled the annoyance, dug deeper, found a lightness that i had otherwise written off for my ride home from a day of beautiful grind at work and school. now i’m peeking through, reading tags, watching the light blaze up the tunnel as the train she funnels up the manhattan bridge, check the metal whirl of an oncoming D train, take in the green trees hanging over all the stations in my hood, they wont be green for long, and that rain today, it’ll be ice soon enough, so here’s a little lightness i’ma throw your way. as of today, this is my most popular youtube piece, with like seven thousand hits. it ain’t everything, but it sure is something. 🙂

this was from a performance earlier this year at an amazing event in manhattan called rivers of honey. set out some lemon and honey this morning for oshun. keep up the self love, i believe it’s going to pay off soon. enjoy it!

peace,
roopstar

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lens on new york city: the cell phone eye

dear readers,

was just in dc for a 50th birthday, where the power-filled, monumental streets give way to handcuffs and no relief, but in the midst we sure did shake it don’t break it in celebration of sister makani themba-nixon. i wish i had had my camera. but documentation can take so many forms. here are a survey of shots from my cell phone, this is a look at life in new york city.

i homeless: a striking piece of art commentary across the street from MOMA (the museum of modern art)

a couple weeks ago a student, for his audition piece, showed the class his progression as a photographer, from taking cell phone pics, to getting funded to travel to sierra leone and photographing there, in africa. his willingness to show the steps of growth inspired me to share here. photography is a passion, took a black and white class in college on a lark, and dug it so much, making magic out of light in the dark room. there is something to be said for the casual lens, the cell phone lens, the disposable lens, the pictures can be so revealing. this summer, i was at a film festival in south india, and aspiring filmmakers on the panels and in the audience were abuzz about the potential in cell phone movie making. because now we all have the tools. enjoy.

riding up the west side highway bike path all the way to a little red lighthouse underneath the george washington bridge

heart window in bay ridge

real indian hair: a common ad in flatbush beauty salons, though not usually with the scalped image shown here

riis beach

coney island sunset, labor day weekend

spirited mural on flatbush ave, near fat alberts

bay ridge graveyard, an oasis

brooklyn: my blanket drying on the writ up roof

come back for more,
roopa
the political poet

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