BE...

EYE JUS WANNA BE!!!

Stomp The Yard!

And I Love It!!!!!!

When Y'all see it, we will talk about it.

Utterance of Happiness...

What is lost can never be found, because then... it wouldn't be lost anymore. It would be somewhere in-between growth and failure. It could be somewhere mounted on the wall, it's head protruding out, a celebrated beacon for everyone to see. Then it could be seated on the bus stop, waiting impatiently for something or someone to arrive - waiting to be lost again or found again, so that it wouldn't be in-between any longer. Waiting for the chance at happiness.

It happens almost suddenly and reveals itself bit by bit, not all at once. It is given in small grains of simple memories, past loves, a reminiscent tunes, sweet smells and everything good for the body; and everything tangible for the soul.

The rule says that once we are happy...and that is in our youth. Well, we now know that the rule lies. Youth...can be seen as the gateway into misery, a past that may definitely determine the future. What happens to Happiness?

What Happens to Happiness?
What Happens to Happiness?

I believe that it has been misplaced...placed at the very back of the shelf, not to be found until one day it is too late. There does come a time when someone doesn't want happiness, doesn't care for its kind and flees at the mere utterance of it.

Happiness, could be somewhere hiding- playing a sly game of tag. It's foot sliding in the mud, if a hand gets to close. I see it laughing and playing...I think that maybe even happiness is lost. What is lost can not be found...because then it wouldn't be lost anymore.

Yo Go Girl!

WASHINGTON - The lady is a stamp! The U.S. Postal Service honors the First Lady of Song Ella Fitzgerald with her own postage stamp Wednesday.

The 39-cent stamp is being released at ceremonies at Jazz at Lincoln Center in New York, and will be on sale across the country.
People who don't know about her will see the stamp and think: "What makes this person special? And perhaps find out about the person and about the music," said her son, Ray Brown Jr.
Fitzgerald wasn't self-important, perhaps reflecting the values she sang about in the Rodgers and Hart song "The Lady is a Tramp":
"I don't like crap games, with barons and earls. Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls. Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls. That's why the lady is a tramp."
Phoebe Jacobs, executive vice president of The Louis Armstrong Educational Foundation and a longtime friend of Fitzgerald, described the singer as "a very private lady, very humble."
After Fitzgerald confided in 1961 that she had never had a birthday party, Jacobs gathered a star-studded collection of people for the special event. The party was a secret, so Fitzgerald was told to dress up because there was a television interview.
"When the lights came on she took her pocket book and hit me on the shoulder," Jacobs recalled. "She was like a little kid, she was so happy."
Fitzgerald was a baseball fan and the guests included her favorite player, Yankees slugger Mickey Mantle. They embraced and traded autographs.
Fitzgerald's appearance on a stamp comes less than a year after Mantle was featured among baseball sluggers.
Born in Newport News, Va., in 1917, Ella Jane Fitzgerald moved with her mother to Yonkers, N.Y., as a youngster and began to sing and dance from an early age. She began winning talent competitions in the early 1930s and was hired to sing with Chick Webb's band.
She later became famous as a scat singer, vocalizing nonsense syllables, and performed with most of the great musicians of the time. She recorded the song books of such composers as Cole Porter, Harold Arlen, Irving Berlin, Duke Ellington, George and Ira Gershwin, Jerome Kern, Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart, and Johnny Mercer.
Over the years, Fitzgerald won 13 Grammy Awards' and many other honors, including the National Medal of Arts, presented to her in 1987 by President Reagan.

Bliss Says: There are some of us that just do the damn thang! I truly believe that if at that time, Ella did what she did, then I can do what I can do! Ms. Ella...you are a keeper of the flame! I salute you.

Bliss

Today I Found Inspiration In...

No, I have not abandoned you! The idea is to learn something everyday. It doesn't matter if that something is old, all that matters is that ones learns it again and maybe the next time in a different way. There does, however, come a time when ones seeks and finds all the inspiration that they could possibly need.

Today I Found Inspiration In... Mr. Wole Soyinka

I discovered a picture of him lurking on the University's main page and I wanted to know more. This is what I found.

Wole Soyinka, Nobel prize-winning playwright, poet, and novelist, is considered by many to be Africa's finest writer. Born in Nigeria, his work serves as a record of twentieth-century Africa's political turmoil and struggle to recocile tradition with modern culture. Soyinka has published over 40 works in a career that spans five decades including most recently Mandela's Earth and Other Poems (1990), Art, Dialogue, and Outrage (1988), Isara: A Voyage Around Essay (1989), and The Open Sore of a Continent: A Personal Narrative of the Nigerian Crisis (1996).

Wole Soyinka was born on 13 July 1934 at Abeokuta, near Ibadan in western Nigeria. After preparatory university studies in 1954 at Government College in Ibadan, he continued at the University of Leeds, where, later, in 1973, he took his doctorate. During the six years spent in England, he was a dramaturgist at the Royal Court Theatre in London 1958-1959. In 1960, he was awarded a Rockefeller bursary and returned to Nigeria to study African drama. At the same time, he taught drama and literature at various universities in Ibadan, Lagos, and Ife, where, since 1975, he has been professor of comparative literature. In 1960, he founded the theatre group, "The 1960 Masks" and in 1964, the "Orisun Theatre Company", in which he has produced his own plays and taken part as actor. He has periodically been visiting professor at the universities of Cambridge, Sheffield, and Yale. During the civil war in Nigeria, Soyinka appealed in an article for cease-fire. For this he was arrested in 1967, accused of conspiring with the Biafra rebels, and was held as a political prisoner for 22 months until 1969. Soyinka has published about 20 works: drama, novels and poetry. He writes in English and his literary language is marked by great scope and richness of words.

Thank you to: New York State Writers Institute

Bliss Says: Mr. Soyinka only gives me the faith to keep pushing to move that mountain. I salute you, you are a keeper of the flame!

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The coming forth will...be...a...true blessing!