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You've stumbled upon my blog which is the companion to my website Ishah 'El. This site is intended to track my progress in starting a new multi-cultural theatre arts company and bring updates to devoted supporters and curious by standers. Check here regularly for posts on what I’m up to and how it all is faring, and you can join me by posting comments & encouragement. With that I invite you to become friends and enter into my world of art, faith, life & passion. Shalom.

P.s.- This is actually 4 blogs rolled into 1... why? I don't really know. Some sort of strange urge to make it multi-dimensional caused me to lay it out this way, yet people seem to never realize that there is an index at the right which will take you to other interconnected pages. Feel free to explore and share with others!

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Just because...

I generally think of such items as vacuous- who is going to read this, what are the chances that they actually know me & who really cares?- but I was reading a small interview which featured the burning question: What 10 CDs would you want to have with you should you happen to be stranded on a desert island. It made me wonder what I would prefer to have with me should such an event occur. It's really a hard question to answer with the limitation of only ten, and it is very likely that I'll go over, but here goes.

Charles Mingus- The Black saint and The Sinner Lady
Carla Bley- Social Studies
Cafe Tecuba- Tiempo Transcurrido
XTC- Drums and Wires
Habib Koite and Bamada- Foley
Brazil Classics 3- Forro etc.
Shooglenifty- Solar Shears
Sonny Rollins- Silver City
Natraj- Meet Me Anywhere
Sufjan Stevens- Greetings From Michigan

Issa Bagayogo- Tassoumakan
Finjan- Crossing Selkirk Avenue
The Rough Guide to South African Gospel

Now aren't you really glad that you took the time to read this? Me too.

P.S. How in the world did I forget The Who's Quadrophenia and The Stone's Exile on Main Street?

Friday, February 03, 2006

The Isle Is Full of Noises

What if, tomorrow, after your coffee,
after your Wheaties, while you're buttoning your clothes—
a dove descends and inspects your chimney?
(What if it doesn't?) Expect nothing. Suppose.

What if, while putting your room in order,
after you've stashed every thing where it goes—
you see that your mirror's haloed in foxfire?
(What if it isn't?)
Expect nothing. Suppose.

What if, during your smoke on the parkbench,
after your cogitations, before your doze—
who should kiss you but a leftover virgin?
(What if she doesn't?)
Expect nothing. Suppose.

What if, suddenly, deep in a bookstore,
a ghost voice comes leap-frogging over the rows—
the voice says, "I love you." It's your father's.
(What if it isn't?)
Expect nothing. Suppose.

What if, one evening, watering your bean patch,
kite-caught, you quicken: you know what God knows-
the salt of your tears withers the sproutlings—
What if it doesn't?

Suppose. Suppose. Suppose.

—SAM HUDSON