Monkey,,,Wu Chen en...Translated by Authur Waley

Journey To the West was written by Wu Chen-en, and is considered to be one of the four great classic novels written during the Ming Dynasty (c. 1500-1582). Wu Chen-en was an elder statesman who witnessed a lot in his life, both good and bad, yet ultimately came away with great faith in human nature to face hardships and survive with good humor and compassion. The story has many layers of meaning and may be read on many different levels such as; a quest and an adventure, a fantasy, a personal search (on the Monkey’s part) for self-cultivation, or a political/social satire. The story is a pseudo-historical account of a monk (Xuanzang) who went to India in the 7th century to seek Buddhist scriptures to bring back to China. The principle story consists of eighty-one calamities suffered by (Monkey) and his guardians (Tripitaka and Sandy, who are monks, and Pigsy, a pig).
During World War II, Arthur Waley translated and published about a third of Journey to the West, calling it simply Monkey; it was very popular with the general public. The stories of Monkey are so popular in China today that they have become part of the repertoire of the Chinese Opera, TV series, and comic books. Korean and Japanese children also know the Monkey story:“There was a rock that since the creation of the world had been worked upon by the pure essences of heaven and the fine savors of earth the vigor of sunshine and the grace of moonlight till at last it became magically pregnant and one day split open giving birth to a stone egg about as big as a playing ball. Fructified by the wind it developed into a stone monkey, complete with every organ and limb.”

I'm not really crazy about this one

it seems everything black is bad in this poem...I'm not feeling it at all...

A Brief Guide to the Beat Poets

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night . . . --Allen Ginsberg, "Howl

I honestly like Poetry...

Poetry is the next best thing to sliced bread for me...It allows me to relive my mind of the good and bad thoughts I have. Poetry serves as a sort of History for me...I can go back at anytime and read and see what was really on my mind. It's theropeutic for me!

Jerry Stahl story...

I feel that the Dr Death story is very valid. The soco/economic, racial and just down right wrong treatment of people by other people is truly aw inspiring...However, like Mr Stahl it is amazing what people are cable of...

As this relates to art writing and our future...There are really no limits to what we have access to now...all one has to do it "Goggle it" and something comes up. There is really nothing new under the sun. We now just have more oppurtunity to witness what has been going on for centuries.

This Poem I like

Feeling Fucked Up
by Etheridge Knight
Lord she’s gone done left me done packed / up and split
and I with no way to make her
come back and everywhere the world is bare
bright bone white crystal sand glistens
dope death dead dying and jiving drove
her away made her take her laughter and her smiles
and her softness and her midnight sighs—
Fuck Coltrane and music and clouds drifting in the sky
fuck the sea and trees and the sky and birds
and alligators and all the animals that roam the earth
fuck marx and mao fuck fidel and nkrumah and
democracy and communism fuck smack and pot
and red ripe tomatoes fuck joseph fuck mary fuck
god jesus and all the disciples fuck fanon nixon
and malcolm fuck the revolution fuck freedom fuck
the whole muthafucking thing
all i want now is my woman back
so my soul can sing

This is the NEGRESSENCE GAME James...The Pieces
THE

PAWNS...

ARE

Feeling Betrayed!

Mad bastard cases...

We say again...re dress!

What the fuck?...

It was stuck up on

The barrier in The halls...

We starting to catch feelings...

Outside our cells...

Sum things like agonies

What’s up wit’ that...Base?

We can hardly hear the beat...

Of our heart or our voice...

An hour...Curious mines...

Clouds of smoke rolled....

We not tryna' take NO!

Crack packed end...

The glass...Dick blowin'

Smoke up our asses...

And tryna' choke us dead.

They make it up as they go...

WRONG! Did I hear yawl say...

Sing...sang, sung our Psalms?

A wrap called...Simply...

Make some reparations yawl!

With slim pick ends say...

Like to hear it...Here it goes....

This is the NEGRESSENCE GAME James...The Pieces
Early
One
Morning
Or late
Won night.

The Bishops
Within us

Begging to fight,

To say the least

The pressures
Of the world

Beg gain to creep.
Into our thoughts
No peace at those
Junctures...

Dark, warm
And bright...
Both coffee and sky

Reveal puffs of
Cumulous white clouds.

The intangible happens

The Lord is our Shepard

Thy prophecies in Psalms 23....

Thy followers always reference

To the book of perception,
Insight and commandments.

Moral analysis,
That contains verse.
Words of understanding

That give direction,
The fundamentals

We interpret...
His way.
Can we not look into

THE FACE OF GOD?
An image of dimensions before.
With any clear comprehension.

This is the NEGRESSENCE Game James...The Pieces

I
MUST BE
THE KING!
About Mines...Minds
Oh Yeah!...An Outlet...
I’m Institutionalized...
Win!...Show!.. And A Place.... Is...The Prize
Should I Be Writing This?
I’ll probably get in Trouble for It.
A Skew in Ones Financial States.
Would That Be So Horrid?
To Put Sumthing On it...On my books...
And on my Commissary...
Betta known as the PANTHA MEAL.
Should I Be Writing This?
ABSOLUTELY...Yes...
I Wonder If It
Would Be Wrong...
No real training or
Understanding...
If They Could Only Translate...
What that Flyer Meant...
Or change That Redress
Into A Process...Devoted Too...
No Not Nothing undertaken...
Like Dat ...
Forty Acres and A Mule Myth...
Regardless...Redress...
For...Atrocities...
HELL NAW!, What I Would Say...
EDUCATION...
I Need What They Stole...
From Prosperity...
Some Loss Prevention Measures
For My Most
Cherished raw resources...
Should I be writing This? NOT! Whatever! Heavens...YES!
Who Are “They” Any Way! I Need To Know! Who can say...?
What “They” Know....How “They” Know...Why “They” Know...Where “They”

Go? So Mines Can Get Minds ALSO! And smile…

This is the NEGESSENCE Game James...The pieces
THE
QUEEN
IS
The human factors
That sum up the dynamic...
The mathematical equivalents
Such that a number of variables
Is the absolute value of these thirty six lines
The linear equations X’s plus XY’s equals
The mathematical model of
Critical thinking processes
Full of information
Shows great patience
Knows...Write...From...Wrong
Understands the world
Cultivates sown seeds
Experienced good and evil
(Is everyone you and me?)
Encourages, inspires, motivates
Exceptional role model
Sympathetic to freedom
Impressive Schema
Poetry in motion
Can cut a rug
Loves to play
Loves to love
Sassy and sexy
In every way
(What else is there left to say?)
Except that this equates too...
Literally and mathematically,
The solution to this terminology
The most powerful piece on the board
Accurately describes the one...
Within who...Resides...A soul like mines
Is contained within these thirty six lines
This is the NEGESSENCE Game James...The pieces

THE ROOK...KEY TO THESE CASTLES... THE LOOK OF
BROKEN HOMES LITTER THE KINGDOM . PLAYING THE
Game...Came Up... Butt Got caught... Choked up...
In designer names....Now a name...Sum thing like a Pimp or a Hoe!
All that really matta’...Is the root of all of all Eva...Ol’ Mighty Dolla’...
Down for whateva’... That they see...That say SALE…Too bad we...
Can Not Comprehend…How...They... black male...Us...
When times get tough...All Over...With Food stamp cards and a
place to stay...No king can be there…However, he can
Cum there too visit…Maybe plant another seed…That’s why
mother and children agree...
To believe that...
There black KING...Is...
What they know...
No good...
Dead beat dad
caused bye
The unintended Transactions…
Affirmative Action...She help
Keep me in Check not Checks...I’m otta’ action...
Restraining and Child Support… In Order...
She helps them keep us in traction…...That Is…
Really no help…Because they pit them against
The King...Yes...We’ve always been...Like the VILLAN...
In the pursuit of happiness...Until...She is no longer
commonly.... Called to be…Head of household... Making
singular decisions about… The State of the black family…

A RECCURRING DREAM

Why is there? There! Overthere, an image of dimensions before me. Illuminated by the moon light so bright? A comulous cloud image of epic porportion and surreallistic facial design. "The FACE OF GOD..." What I surmised was the picture in my minds eye , framed by the galaxies! What to do...inretospectively. What I did was turned a 180 and "Got dah steppin...right quick like!" Did I hear a voice from the distant shadows say that I might? "Look into the face of GOD...GO ahead, GO ahead...It's Ahight...It don't matter!" When I did, the facial features started to move into an angry shape. No air moving. Am I breathing? Looked like the eyes closed and the mouth opened into a lion's head roar. Then a lion's gate started to chase down the brick walkway. The entire image got even bigger than before...Oh snap! Oh shit! Please oh please...oh please, ass cheeks hold together! Now liquid leaking down my legs! Damn! I said to myself, "IT'S TRUE! IT'S TRUE! It must be true...I can not look into "THE FACE OF GOD!" And I would suggest, neither can you. It does matter, that we will "obey and be faithful!" I turned away with the quickness! Tears, Tears, teardrops down my face, rolling off my chin. I fell to my hands and knees in a low crawl. Back against the wall, between a rock and a hard place...I SCREAMED. "JESUS CHRIST! Oh My God, Dear Lord, have mercy! Will you please forgive me for all I have done and help me to know what is not a pleasing fact for you to see from your pradigal son!" I then began to invision the story of Sodom and Gomorrah. How ironic is that lesson during this time span? A piece of lawn art made of salt, wasn't the type of immortal bleesing I had planned. I then made the decision...Jesus died for my transgresions! And my Salvation depended on my determination; therefore, matriculation was in order, for my soul to feel and "mine eyes to see the Coming and the Glory of The Lord!"

A RECCURRING DREAM...INTERPRETATION

Lawrdy! The enemy was jerking my chain, making attemps to violate my temple. The Devil's tail needs to stay way behind thee! You know Devils trying to persuade the meek, with the temptations of the flesh, weak in and week out! I'm not looking back...Despite the fact...Of what you said, you Devil you...You are so dang tempting, with all the right now gifting."Go ahead, Go ahead..It's Ahight!" Auh Hell Naw! Hell naw...You horn headed thing from down under. You must be looking for some action, I'm down wit' the Ultimate Fighting style, You devilish anti-christain. I'm lookin' for some WRECK, "watch out der now." Matter of fact, Did'nt my Lord kick your tail and yo' crew otta the heavens! Then slammed you down into the bellows to reign for eva? The beast or the Holy Spirt? "It's a matter of choice..." My Lord whispered to me like in a dream. Then I read from his text. "And the Bible said, The Devil is a lair!" I could'nt agree more, for heavens sake! My destiny revealed, an exit straitegy, exit stage left, entrance on the right...Staying in my lane, on cruise heading North not South, East not West, up not down to play with that band of Satin's clowns. I made the choice on that day to do whatever my Savior proclaimed! Thanks for the Blessing...My Lord up in Heaven! Hath mercy on my soul! I have been convinced. I am convicted of sin! Dear GOD. I pray your works and purpose for me always manifest themselves. I am a follower and clear in the notion that the world's greatest book of short stories is my direction to perfection, and a reference for peace within...No more fighting amognst the twins...I pray for favor as I continue to do your good works thank you kindley, LORD FATHER GOD ALMIGHTY I ask all this as I give you the glory! AMEN!