Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Insert Truth Here: A Winged Letter Project
I just found this blog.
Insert Truth Here: A Winged Letter Project
I haven't read everything, but I pretty much already know that I love it.
I don't know her name yet! but here goes her self description.
I'm a soap-bubble-blower
-social-justice-peacenik-magic-bean-buying-optimist who loves Ella Baker,Mister
Rogers, movies, watercolors and chocolate like no other. I love reading about,
writing for, learning and working for young people. I also appreciate peace
building, understanding the history of feminisms, clowns, media literacy,
multiracial identity and intercultural dialogues and experiences, LGBT history
and travelogues. My current fascinations include memoirs, snazzy bookmarks and
aerial performance art with just a dash of bubbles.And here goes a Sesame Street with a young Danny Glover from one her posts, I just had to repost. Ridiculous and great. Ha! I think it's funny. Just me?
Holla,
I
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METAphoric Love
I hope we can keep this one short and sweet. We try to keep it meta around here you know.
I just finished writing this blurb for The PCF Project. Took me forever. So much to say.
So many meanings. So many layers to this thing, this wish and desire to do this. And I want to share this. I want people to understand. I want people to understand why we feel we have to do this.
It is history. It is future. It is us. It is collective. It is desire to be great. It's something I don't always really know how to express.
Metaphoric. Actual. It is so many things I want to share. And its hard to cut it down sometimes
into a simple description. To imbue it all. Oh, I desire to make it all happen at once. To live in the single moment. Realization. We desire.
We try to keep it meta around here. We have a mission. It is a mission in many ways... to support our friends, our generation, people in the realization of our dreams. Visions. I say that again.. realize our dreams.
No joke. To make real, make actual, make for real real our dreams. Our visions. Who we are and who we know.. we must be. Who we must be. I want to speak this o u t l o u d instead of writing it.
yes.
META.
What I have tried to do. is to do this. I want y o u to know.
This journey is apart of a real journey of countless people, countless Black Americans, countless people of color, countless all people, to find freedom. What is freedom you ask? MANY answers
one being..the continuing journey to realize our potential, and find our place/s
This is not simply us journeying to make a film or write a blog or travel on planes, though shoot we do like to do all these things.
It is about our stories as young people, as people, as people of color. And it is about our lives. I'm sounding hecka serious right now/
It is also, honestly, about our journey to do this. That's part of the dream too, right? At least mine. The dream of making this dream happen. The dream of finding the dream. Dream reality? Reality of the dream?
How so?
How can we?
We like to keep it meta. We also like to keep it mantra.
We want..
... we desire..
.. we want
We believe. We can fly.
What do you want?
-IntiSar by near. IntiStar by far.
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
editing she schmediting
whoa i'm hecka tired and i know i havent done one of these in a minute. and i am not about to use capitals. been working on the new spaces, new plans, similar goals, further method. you know. love.
ha.
i'd like to say something good, hear? that would shine some light into both your and my eyes about what's going on here. what's occurring now and what's coming on next.
i can only say i have great expectations. great expectations. and like always feeling the swell.
boutsa to get realer around here. and more fantastical. and more in the people we are. ahh such a scary seeming thing sometimes. breaking the veil. the mold. the caul. into seeing something. opening up with both mine eyes.
being something. who we are. i am steadying-coming into. again. something i used to know forever.
i don't mean to be vague, but i've been talking to people. and there's some stuff we gotta talk. talk. sorta. but more see and talk and more see
sometimes when i close my eyes, whether they are open or closed i feel like i could fly into space.. like i am in fact moving over the earth. spreading across or a over, a line, fast moving water. and that is me. it is so real as to be real. it is a sense sensation of knowing. of being in a place, but rather also of knowledge. and i can feel the world swell out, stretch out around me. i am like a swiftly moving. i am just a swiftly moving.
superseding and making and being ourselves and moving there. shouting up there.
what good you know?
strategizing. new and old answers. solutions. creations.
we're here and this is our time. can't forget that for fear or defeat.
wake yourself up by the means you find possible ot better the means you imagine-create for yourself. the world.
beyond all concept magical
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
This one Little Dragon .. constant surprises coming my way.. some call it coincidence..
diggin on this one. round the clock.
tock?
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Friday, January 30, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Paper Planes with Yuri Shimoya
yurishimoyo.com
"Each person’s reality is their own mind’s creation. Nothing is real, but everything is real. If my journal inspires someone to “become themselves,” that is so encouraging for me to [continue to] share my journals with others. "
Yuri Shimoya
from "Paper Planes with Yuri Shimoyo"
by John H. Lee
Theme Magazine
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Sunday, January 11, 2009
The PCF Guide to Travel
Jamaica. January fifth, 2009 was a sunny day. The Montego Bay Airport MBJ smelled of water and salt...reminded me of Djibouti and a hotel swimming pool. When we got to customs the agent asked us where we were staying...
I honestly didn't have a clue. Didn't know her/his last name, address, nor did I know anything else about our host... except that this person was a friend of a friend of... That didn't get us through.
So she, the custom's agent, made us stand aside until we had retrieved some legitimate information.
She wasn't very nice by the way.
(Aside)
OK, so no matter how appealing your trip may sound, or which friend or family member is suppose to be taking care of what, YOU NEED TO KNOW WHO YOU'RE STAYING WITH, THEIR ADDRESS, AND PHONE NUMBER!
AND PLEASE,GET SOME BACKGROUND INFORMATION FOR GOODNESS SAKES!
For 1, you have to know specific information when you go through CUSTOMS. They're not going to let any old body into their country for any old reason without knowing the specifics.
2nd, YOU need to know some specifics about your hosts so that you'll know whether that is the right situation for you or not. In our case, had I known that we would be spending the majority of our time with some *special individuals* then I would have booked a room, Couch Surfed, or reconsidered going to Jamaica. I can't tell you how important this is...
Please use my hindsight for your foresight.
After leaving CUSTOMS we headed for the transportation exit where we would eventually meet our hosts. The Airport Transportation pickup site was more akin to a market place or bus stop.
Vendors selling Jamaica's signature Chicken Tofu Shrimp Patties
Little 1990 Toyota cars whizzed ABOUT
Black faces peering out from back seat windows.
About 30 minutes later our ride had finally found us. In the passenger seat was Wizard Jambi, the friend of the friend of... Deemed "legally" blind he used a staff, affectionately named Brother Bird, to guide his step and ego. His Assistant/Taxi Driver Friend, Mr. B, drove him everywhere. Mr. B knew everybody and everybody knew him... even if they didn't really KNOW him. I'd say he was a couple of notches up from the town drunk except that his drug of choice was WEED. Lol. Boy, do I mean weed! Weed everywhere! Weed in the car. Weed on the beach and weed in the house!Lol. And despite all of the hard work MTV and BET have done to portray otherwise, Gonja is still illegal in Jamaica. Yeah.
So we said our hellos. All seemed okay, until...
Bigs came over to embrace me in a familiar sort of way. (Eeewwww)
(Aside)
If you've ever hugged someone and their hand awkwardly finds your lower back (Not the butt folks! The lower back!) it is definitely a fully awkward moment and it happens so fast, it's to correct.It was definitely not my style, to say the least. Thinking back I would have approached that situation differently.
Number 1.
Now this is important.You must Establish Yourself up Front! Introduce yourself, establish your space,and let them know who YOU are. Using your voice, your body, and disposition you can make people feel and think things about you that may or may not be inherent in your person. This IS about wielding respect, not what some people may call being Bougie or uppity. This is actually really important in countries that have different norms about women or groups of people in general. Whether or not this is true for your next destination, you are who you are wherever you go and wherever you are! Let 'em know you are someone to be RESPECTED!
Number 2. If this situation would have been unacceptable to you don't be afraid to split some verbal wigs. Such as: "' You don't know me like that MMAAANNN! Get off me! I said, get off me Mother Trucker! Bbboooyyyy!" Lol
Before he scurries to hug me, I extend a hand
Now, Who are you?
BAM!
So instead of that awkward moment FOR ME! I seal the deal and let him know who's boss. The thing is I would have rather given him a hug, but just because you mean it in a friendly way doesn't mean that they aren't thinking about something else mmhmm. So, assess the situation based on what you know about whomever you'll be staying with. Just because you shake hands in the beginning doesn't mean that you can't be friendlier later. It will keep you from quite a few other problems...
Next thing I know we're at a Chicken Shack picking up rice and beans with chicken on top( Granted I don't eat meat)
Once we got our food we made our way to the beach. That's when the weirdness really began...
When we got to Jamaica I wasn't prepared for the change of climate. I ended up shedding a coat and sweater outside the airport leaving me in a fitting lime green shirt that I would never wear by itself, that did not fit my jeans, and that generally left me feeling uncomfortable and too open in a foreign environment. As you travel about you want to be looking right, my friends. You need to be looking fresh as ever! In foreign, ever fluctuating and new environments your physical stance, your clothing, the way you walk and hold your head, how you approach and portray yourself to others, says everything about who you are wherever you go. It also communicates to people how they are to approach, the kind of interactions you expect with everyone you encounter. It lets people know right off the bat who you are, what you expect, and the proper way to engage you. This proves true no matter where you go.
Waiting outside of the airport in Montego Bay I may have been at my best, but because I didn't feel as powerful and on it in my overall portrayal, I didn't exude it and enact it with supreme confidence. Traveling you want to continually remind yourself and others when necessary who you are and what your objectives are. Your clothing, stance, and presence is one way to keep doing that. You may know nothing about where you are going or what exactly will happen on your trip, but if you know who you are and continually define and remember that to yourself and to others, you will create your own experience. And you'll continually find yourself in situations that are pleasing to you.
I also felt too open. And this is one of the primary tenets of self-defined travel. Define your boundaries. The lines, the fit, and the cut of your clothes define your physical boundaries, which is one of the most important things whenever and wherever you are travel. As a mobile agent literally carrying your body, belongings, ideas, plans, and dreams, the illusion and reality of yourself to near and far places around the world, you make up your own home. You make up the physical boundaries and structure of your traveling house, yourself. And you protect your home. By traveling you are naturally welcoming the experience of a place, but you also must continually define, refine, and create the parameters of your experience and your traveling house.
By dressing and exuding in the way that makes you feel like you are it, by standing up straight, walking like you know where you are going, and speaking in a voice like you know exactly what you are saying, by looking everyone in the eye no matter how powerful, older, or authoritative they appear, you establish a level of respect and exchange on your terms... you set your standard at the very beginning. We all create our realities. It is your journey and you have the right. Let others know who you are and how they should deal and interact with you and it can only go uphill from there.
Often those first moments, when you get off the plane, as you leave the airport, set the standards for the rest of the trip. These are all important. Do not neglect them. And listen. Define yourself and your intentions to anyone you are dealing with at the beginning- who you are and what you want. Be vocal, adamant. . Let everyone know who you are and what you want and expect upfront. And if something doesn't feel quite right act right then. Don't wait for something else to happen or otherwise another confirmation of what you already know. Make a decision. Take control. Don't let anyone take control of you or your trip, whether it seems like they are being nice or not. You always know where you are going.
©2009 Intisar Abioto, Kalimah Abioto
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Thursday, January 8, 2009
Maroon Town- Accumpong, Jamaica
Tuesday morning we packed up in the car with our hosts. We traveled about 2 hours up into the mountains headed to Maroon Town or Accumpong. More.. soon come.
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Wednesday, January 7, 2009
What She Wrote: Jamaica Hello. Jamaica Farewell.
There is lots here to say here. Lots. I won't tire myself out though.
We just arrived back to Memphis International Airport (MEM) from Montego Bay, Jamaica (MBJ). Found out we were coming Sunday, flew out Monday morning, and back Wednesday evening. I'd never been to Jamaica before. And didn't quite know what to expect.We learned so much on this trip. We learned ssoo very much. So very very much.
Whew! Lordy, Ms. Clordy!
You know, it can seem real fabulous what we're doing sometimes. There's definitely a certain kind of daredevilry about it. There is def some saying who you are to the world real loud and shining OUT. About all of us really and who we are.
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Monday, December 29, 2008
Being Green
"The words say "It's not easy being green," but the song is about knowing who you are. And in it you hear Jim's message most clearly. He believed that people are good and that they want to do their best and that no matter how or why we might be different from anybody else, we should learn to love who we are and be proud of it.
-Ray Charles
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Sunday, December 21, 2008
Hello
You know this isn't a happy song but its real. Its just human.
People Live...and people live...people and worlds can be the same and so different.Its unreal.
If you can, try to look up the whole section of this video. I think its great.
Heartworn Highways: Townes Van Zandt
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Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Nina Simone - Dont You Pay Them No Mind
These have been a hard stressful wonderful fearful all that all that couple of weeks.
For real.
Its not quite over, but almost.
There's a lot of stuff swirling around
Please enjoy this. lord knows i will.
ya know ya got my heart
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i need to remember this right now! maintenant! / reunion
Tenets of the Citizens of LIFE Brigade
A Citizen of LIFE…
1. Is deeply, intensely, absolutely embedded in the endless joy and tortured sadness of the world, but is not of it.
2. Dances on the edge of an uncertain, grand future, charged with the dark expanse of potential.
3. Is spontaneously open to the whims of fate.
4. Is committed to exploring the infinity of human being.
5. Is actively involved in creating and shaping new worlds and universes from the scattered pieces thrown at her/him by the world in which s/he finds herself/himself.
6. Loves, when he/she loves, with everything within him/her.
7. Wholly appreciates the beauty given to humanity by the natural world, and lives with and according to a deep aesthetic sense and appreciation.
8. Is in love with the passion of human drama.
9. Is sensitive and receptive to the subtle, unnamable vibrations of LIFE.
The Brigade…
1. Is committed to facilitating full enjoyment of and participation in LIFE.
2. Is committed to transforming the world into a place where people can be fully, intensely, passionately human.
3. Fights inhumanity in all its forms.
4. Fights blandness and plainness in all of their forms, and ugliness where it does not serve the purpose of LIFE.
5. Fights unappreciation, apathy, and spiritual deadness, except where they serve the purposes of LIFE.
6. Accepts that we can only know little of the purposes of LIFE.
7. May not ever revoke Citizenship once it has been given.
8. Always seeks more Citizens.
LIFE is endless possibility. The Citizens of LIFE keep themselves acutely open to that possibility, and render new reality from formless potential.
We are the keepers of that delicate balance between the potential and the actualized.
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Monday, December 15, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
fes rooftops medina taxi people chantal all!
There's a lot.
Photos to edit. So many.
Thoughts to think.
Semi-conclusions to make. Beginnings to begin. That already are
beginning themselves.
And Morocco. And Wesleyan. And Memphis. And Paris. And every where? And what's happening next. I guess we're getting there in the by and by. And sometimes I turn around and something new has happened. Just cause I've been going there. Something new cause I've been believin. Saying so.
And what all you want to hear? What wants to be said? What about all this wants to be communicated?
I guess I just want to share a story. Part of it, a good deal of it is my story. Yes it is.
It is. There is a good deal I would like to be, do, see, feel, share.
And my entry into this world is through feeling all of that, taking myself there-here,
and talking, sharing, communicating in a community in a place in a world with others.
And being real certain and real diligent about all of things.
Being real certain about myself as I am and want to be will be and my many connections to others who are too figuring and finding and going, deciding what and where and who and what to be. There is something intrinsic there. Maybe you know what I mean.
If not certain about everything as it will happen, if not in fact knowing everything,
or the details of this life, Then being very certain, very fiery, and very calm about my process.
Breathing into it. Saying it. And having to say nothing. It is 7:44 AM on Friday. It is December the 5th. It is 2008. I am 22. And I am here right now. And this exact hour is mine. And there are many all over the world. Right now. And people living in them. Or better those hours living inside the individual. That's something else I saw while traveling this week. There are so many hours happening. One single hour passes.
From Fes. Train to Fes. Casablanca. Airplane. Paris. Shuttling and coming in. And coming out. ocean. America. And all the ones I knew and loved there. To be in their hour. To be in their place. Oh, to be in their! stories. . So many hours. And I claim this one as mine. Something about saying that feels good. I claim that as mine. claiming your hour
As a person
as a young person
living life.
And figuring out things as I go.
Taking broader steps. Speaking stronger in myself of myself and this world.
Speaking stronger of us.
Maybe that is what this is about.
I want to share a simultaneous hour. or something. my words are petering out.
no need to puzzle this.
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Thursday, December 4, 2008
i'm screamin
life is happening
or should i rather say
i am happening to life
i think that is the realer part of the matter
holla back y'all holla back
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Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thanksgiving Moroc
So I'm in Morocco. I admit its hard sometimes writing on the go. How to say.. how to explain.. even while you are taking in experiencing.. and putting out yourself.
There is something about looking up at a sky all around you.
Opening your eyes, who you are, and turning around and around and around again
to look to see
the sky and the ground and the world
as it turns
and around you.
One of the things I best like to do when I reach some place is to go outside and look at the sky as it spreads around me. The ground necessarily beneath me. And I think to myself. I am here.
And as far as I turn and as far as I look there is this place I have brought myself to - ooh and many others too. As far as I look the picture continues. Fluidi That is when you want to .. something you can breathe in.
Choice. Decision. Belief. And once again who we are. Who we want to be. Same thing? This is something I really believe in. And the picture the frame the experience as it moves around us. As we move it.
Thanksgiving in Morocco.. to be quite exact.
Here goes...
WED, NOV 26 10 AM taxi to Hartford International for 12:27 pm flight to Detroit International Airport (DTW).
9:25 PM flight that night to Paris (CDG) arriving at about 11:30 AM Thursday.
12:55 pm flight from Paris to Casablanca (CMN), Mohammed V International Airport.
Meets Chantal James at airport, can't find her, wanders around goes outside to look at sky
comes back in. contemplates how to get some durhams, speaks no arabic, some french. where to go what to do. talks to a nice lady from US, I forget where exactly, who too is waiting.. but for her Moroccan husband.
Chantal finds her.
FForward
Takes 5 hour train to Fes, Morocco. -Gets dark. Transfers. Waits in train station at Casa Voyager to transfer. Both meet, begin talking to man from the Congo. Boards again.
Rolls through the night.. (Where am i going?)
in passenger car on train through Morocco. Oh what a way to move. Move. through space. And through night. through night.. in darkness. not necessarily in silence. in french. and arabic. moroccan arabic. And sleep too. Sleep. Inshallah! Ahh body. memory. space. time. motion. voice. and the self. shuttling.. shooting forth. choosing. saying where you would wish to go. going.. pushing through like bullet.. like baby.. like something. here space. earth. ground.
air. here. there
there
there?
I should fast forward.
Thanksgiving Morocco.
Collard greens. Macaroni.
Turkey! Oh we had a story on that one. The one we had flew away.
We took another to the community oven.
There is a community oven!
Black eye peas morocco. Black eye peas!
Thanksgiving Morocco!
And an American fire spinner who spins upon Fes rooftop too. Poy!
Yeah.. so i guess there's lots. There is lots!
always more soon i think. I think there is always more soon.
Intisar Victory Abioto
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Friday, November 28, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Aigh!

I am so tired right now but in all good conscience I couldn't go to bed without putting this out.
I am heading to Morocco on Wednesday.
Maroc. Fes, to be exact. Inshallah!
Intisar S. Abioto
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Southaven MS
Saturday, Nov. 15 2008
Southaven, MS
Kalimah Abioto
The People Could Fly
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Sunday, November 16, 2008
A New Day
I want to give a shout out to The Cunninghams and Lisa Cunningham.
They're continuing on with a new church they just began in the Bronx.
It's called NEW DAY CHURCH and it's principles are threefold: connecting with god/spirit, crossing boundaries (of race, class, sexual orientation, age), and confronting injustice (in the community and beyond).
These folks are amazing. And they hosted me on one of The PCF trips to NYC.
And Lisa is one of my besties from Wesleyan.
If you have a chance stop by their monthly service.
This Sunday they're showing some recent footage from the PCF's travels.
And they are just all around great! So YES!
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hey fam...
another invite! we're having our second monthly worship service this sunday.
NEW DAY CHURCH
connecting with god ~ crossing boundaries ~ confronting injustice
the theme for this week's service is "Big Dreams"
we're starting it off with some People Could Fly footage (www.thepeoplecouldfly.blogspot.com)
of young people talking about their dreams
i'll be doing some poetry that has yet to emerge
pastor Cunningham will be preaching on what it means to dream big...
you are invited ~
Sunday, November 16
11:00 a.m. - 12:30 p.m.
Bronx Science High School (downstairs cafeteria -- space will be marked off my some colorful rugs i believe)
75 W. 205th Street
2 blocks west of Jerome
and feel free to forward to anyone else you think may be interested!
and check Will.i.am's new song, we're thinking of making it one of our theme songs:
http://www.imeem.com/william/music/WmH_PXjO/william_its_a_new_day/
and here's another mantra: http://www.imeem.com/hiphopmusic2/music/gcDrGOOX/knaan_in_the_beginning/
wait for the part where k'naan starts going "it's better to light a candle than to curse the dark" ... that's the best part.
hope you all are happy and healthy and sane ;0)
love (andonandonandon),
lisaaaaa
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Saturday, November 15, 2008
excerpt fb status response
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come."
-Rumi
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