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The finale of her 1976 coreopoem "for colored girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow is enuf," performed by the whole cast. Musi
She changed my life forever with her writing. Rest in peace Ntozake Shange.
nocturnal transmission
the wheel in your hand michael & your free fingers punching buttons oh seeking music; and with this machine we will yes we will find the sweet silky kernel of saturday night. & the summer sky is seething with honeysuckle. & neon. bucket seats. rain-mirror streets. we glide through the season. driving downtown, eyeing pedal pushers while we cradle cold beer bottles in our palms. lost sobbing love songs pushed to the limit. the speakers screaming heartbreak. we cry for those missing darlings we carry in the lines of our brows. there is a weekworld of after five, before midnight that we move through on steel radials your feet never far from the accelerator. always on go ... it was a time of green lights and you, the cosmic chauffeur, michael the wild angel driver, eyes on fire the road the road no end to the road oh nocturnal transmission there’s a strange connection with other cars at this magic hour. anyone driving at 3 a.m. is in love, drunk, or divine (satori = all three) so it’s summer again, sweet breezes lift the soul and i wish i could jump into the seat beside you again to drive off searching for the heart of the city the sacred dance of the spirit let the road part for our gloried dreams and we’ll open the windows to the moon
(c) hollycara 1978
He hugged me. It was great because we didn’t normally do that. He said, ‘It’s good to touch.’ I always remembered that – it’s good to touch.
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