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@twenty0nesix
Note to self
expelling inside thoughts to live a better outer life
in the late nite
Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.
Lawrence Ferlinghetti (via quotemadness)
FeBRUARY ONE
The last time I logged on was January thirty one... LAST YEAR. For the last few months I have been thinking about this page, and if it in fact holds any purpose, to me that is.
I spent most of my last year writing, but they were posts on Instagram. Mostly thoughts on life, love and loss. Also dedicating every fourth or eighth post to a specific thought, of my past, of my future or my present, a present of myself or our environment, our culture. This year I want to do some different, something more poetic, not analytical, I want to push myself, better myself, but I still want somewhere where I can just write, can just document, so here I am.
I am losing my love for social networking, it isnt networking anymore, it is a platform to promote once self, ones selfie, and for me that breaks my heart, it should be more than that, we should be more than that, I WANT TO BE MORE THAN THAT.
So, I am not sure where this page will go but I hope that maybe once a week I check in and write, write about my life, my love or my loss, but more importantly I hope that it doesn't take me a year to check back in.
Don’t listen to yourself; listen to the advice that you give others.
Michael Lottner (via quotemadness)
Yup
DeATH
SUCKS.
Ok Ken (and David). As much as I hate to make you guys famous or even respond to you directly. We all die one day and you're old so fuck it. Yea yea my 2013 performance at the Grammys was absolute shit. Technical difficulties, blah blah. Thanks for the reminder. Very much appreciated. Fuck that performance though. You think that's why I kept my work out of the Grammy process this year? Don't you think I would've wanted to play the show to 'redeem' myself if I felt that way? In reality, I actually wanted to participate in honoring Prince on the show but then I figured my best tribute to that man's legacy would be to continue to be myself out here and to be successful. Winning a TV award doesn't christen me successful. It took me some time to learn that. I bought all my masters back last year in the prime of my career, that's successful. Blonde sold a million plus without a label, that's successful. I am young, black, gifted and independent.. that's my tribute. I've actually been tuning into CBS around this time of year for a while to see who gets the top honor and you know what's really not 'great TV' guys? 1989 getting album of the year over To Pimp A Butterfly. Hands down one of the most 'faulty' TV moments I've seen. Believe the people. Believe the ones who'd rather watch select performances from your program on YouTube the day after because your show puts them to sleep. Use the old gramophone to actually listen bro, I'm one of the best alive. And if you're up for a discussion about the cultural bias and general nerve damage the show you produce suffers from then I'm all for it. Have a good night.
Listen to the man. He knows what he is talking about. He is future.
JaNUARY THIRTY-FIRST
I FEEL LIKE THERE IS A STIGMA AROUND LOVING SOMEONE THESE DAYS AND THAT A RELATIONSHIP IS SEEN AS A BAD THING. WE HAVE SO MANY OPTIONS OPEN TO US, WAYS TO FIND NEW PEOPLE, TO FIND ATTENTION AND AFFECTION FROM SO MANY SOCIAL OUTLETS. WE POST, THEY PRAISE, WE POST AGAIN, AND WE HAVE NAMED IT SELF-LOVE. WE SEARCH FOR IT EVERYWHERE, TO FEEL VALUED, BUT WHEN SOMEONE COMES ALONG TO LOVE US SOLELY IT IS NOW SEEN AS A RESTRICTION. THAT YOUR FREEDOM IS NO LONGER THERE, THAT YOU WILL BECOME TIED DOWN, BUT NO. A TRUE LOVE IS WHEN YOU FIND A PARTNER WHO LOVES YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE, WHO DOESN’T WANT YOU TO CHANGE, JUST GROW, GROW INDEPENDENTLY AND GROW TOGETHER. SOMEONE WHO WILL PUSH YOU TOWARDS YOUR DREAMS BUT ALSO BE THERE TO CATCH YOU WHEN YOU FALL, ALL JUST TO HELP YOU LEAP AGAIN. I WISH WE DIDN’T NEED TO BE ADMIRED, TO BE ADORED BY A FOLLOWING AND THAT WE WERE STILL JUST HAPPY FINDING ‘THE ONE’.
WhERE IS THIS WORLD TAKING US?
WhAT ARE OUR RIGHTS?
JaNUARY TWENTY FIRST
SOME PEOPLE HAVE A CAUSE, A DRIVE WITHIN THEM TO ACT. TO SEE SOMETHING THEY DON’T AGREE WITH AND FEEL SO STRONGLY THEY GET UP, GET OUT AND WILL NOT STOP UNTIL THEIR ACTIONS CONTRIBUTE TO CHANGE, TILL THEIR VOICE IS HEARD.
A TRUE FORM OF PASSION; A FUEL SO POWERFUL THAT WHEN AN IGNITION IS MADE A FIRE BELLOW FROM WITHIN.
I ADMIRE THE COURAGEOUS NATURE.
A friend of mine asked if I wanted to go and see the ‘Women’s March of London’ that took place on Saturday twenty first. I am intrigued with days like this, to see people come together for a shared interest and fight for a change. So I said sure, not really knowing what women were actually marching for I searched, and reading their website I was still unsure.
I walked through Trafalgar square, pushed my way through the crowd and to be honest, I was still unsure and I wasn’t entirely convinced if some people actually knew themselves. I saw signs for women, for black lives, for politics, for trump (anti trump obviously), I saw a lot of people taking pictures, but were they taking it all in?
I decided to make my way towards to the podium, to try and grasp the core message of the day, and yes it was about Trump. When I finally heard the speakers I understood; I heard the passion, the worry, the strength, the empowerment, the conviction and I finally understood why they were there and I was happy that I was there too. I listened to the injustice, the highlighted concerns for me was hearing how he has already removed gay rights and climate change from the White house website which angered me and made me want to listen further, to find out what I could do to help.
I FELT THEIR OUTCRY AND WANTED TO BE A PART OF A CHANGE. THE IGNITION HAD TAKEN PLACE IN ME, I UNDERSTOOD THEIR FIRE.
So… the day was to define feminism in the face of a bigot with a bad fake tan and dodgy hair, also now known as Mr President. It was a day was for women, for men who support women, but still even with a turnout of 100,000 people some still are eluded to what ‘feminism’ truly means. I left the rally and walked to the nearest underground station and I heard two men talk.
‘It’s usually not this busy, but I think there is a lesbian march going on or something…’
LESBIAN (eyes roll)
It always strikes me as strange that something that means so much to one will have no regard to another, we only seem to care about our own life but if we took the time to look out for each other it would be a step in the right direction for us all. If we brought compassion and consideration to the top of our lists then maybe marches like this wouldn’t even need to be walked.
That should be the only ‘Right’ that we need.
I am glad I was there to witness the day, the behaviour of so many and how it has affected me.
Here’s to change.
IVORY
I fall for you every time I jump
Ivory
DAYs OFF
You’re BUSY, she’s BUSY, he’s BUSY, we’re all BUSY…
We all love to say ‘I didn’t have time’, I believe that saying is bullshit. I think it give us an excuse to seem more important than we actually are. Truth is we make ourselves busy, the saying should be ‘I didn’t make the time’ because if we wanted to, we would.
So if you want to make the time, I will be sharing what I do when I have a little down time or decide to treat myself and the ones I love. Introducing myself to hidden gems where I am and telling you about it on here because if we don’t talk about them how we will ever get the message around.
This is about using social networking in a better way than just seflies and Meme’s.
SO JANAURY ElEVENTH - LONDON
RESTAURANT
KUROBUTA
@kurobutalondon
www.kurobuta-london.com
Hip Japanese bar & grill serving an inventive small-plates-style menu in wood-paneled surroundings.
Restaurants in Chelsea & Marble Arch
I went to the one in marble arch; easy walking distance from the tube (ten minutes tops). Food was incredible, a complete ten out of ten recommendation, and the service was on point too.
Cocktails ten + too.
NeXT...
BAR
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
@ladiesandgentlemenbar
http://www.ladiesandgents.co/
Tiny haunt for cocktails made with locally sourced ingredients and craft spirits, plus bar snacks
Bar in Kentish town
I found this quirky little number on a few recommendations online and so glad I sought it out. Being a converted Victorian toilet you can imagine it is a very intimate location. The service was incredible, our bar man catered to our needs and made sure we enjoyed our time there, if you’re in the area (or even if you’re not) make a trip here.
NeXT...
DREAM GIRLS at THE SAVOY THEATRE
http://www.savoytheatre.org/dreamgirls/
Well, I won’t go on too much here. I will just say I laughed, I cried, I had the time of my life. I fell in love with the charismatic creation on film and to see it live was just as good. If you’re a fan of the theatre, music and a great story then make a trip to see DREAM GIRLS.
ALL IN ALL I HAD A GREAT DAY.
MAKE THE TIME TO ENJOY LIFE.
IVORY
Creator of TWENTY.ONE.SIX
REAL PROPHET
MY REASONS ARE SIMPLE
JANUARY NiNTH
WHAT IS IT ALL ABOUT...
I QUESTIONED FOR A WHILE WHAT I WOULD USE THIS TUMBLR FOR, WE HAVE SO MANY SOCIAL OUTLET’S THESE DAYS, DO WE REALLY NEED TO DUPLICATE WHAT WE DOCUMENT. THAT’S WHY I HAVEN’T POSTED SHIT YET.
BUT I FINALLY GOT A REASON; SO HERE I GO.
I am creating something for me, for art, for entertainment.
I like my shit polished, I guess that’s why I always take too much time or have never actually finished a product. I have taken some time to figure out me recently and I have a path and a purpose but most of all I have faith and belief...FUCKING FINALLY.
My art will lace my other outlets but here I will dedicate it to my progression, the thought process and the inspirations along the way.
I WILL DOCUMENT ME.
WITHOUT CENSOR, WITHOUT SUPPRESSION, WITHOUT JUDGMENT OR FEAR.
‘FROM THE GROUND UP’ is the Ethos for Twenty.one.six.
WATCH ME BEGIN.
I read in the paper that my brothers are being thrown from rooftops blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs for violating sharia law. I heard the crowds stone these fallen men if they move after they hit the ground. I heard it’s in the name of God. I heard my pastor speak for God too, quoting scripture from his book. Words like abomination popped off my skin like hot grease as he went on to describe a lake of fire that God wanted me in. I heard on the news that the aftermath of a hate crime left piles of bodies on a dance floor this month. I heard the gunman feigned dead among all the people he killed. I heard the news say he was one of us. I was six years old when I heard my dad call our transgender waitress a faggot as he dragged me out a neighborhood diner saying we wouldn’t be served because she was dirty. That was the last afternoon I saw my father and the first time I heard that word, I think, although it wouldn’t shock me if it wasn’t. Many hate us and wish we didn’t exist. Many are annoyed by our wanting to be married like everyone else or use the correct restroom like everyone else. Many don’t see anything wrong with passing down the same old values that send thousands of kids into suicidal depression each year. So we say pride and we express love for who and what we are. Because who else will in earnest? I daydream on the idea that maybe all this barbarism and all these transgressions against ourselves is an equal and opposite reaction to something better happening in this world, some great swelling wave of openness and wakefulness out here. Reality by comparison looks grey, as in neither black nor white but also bleak. We are all God’s children, I heard. I left my siblings out of it and spoke with my maker directly and I think he sounds a lot like myself. If I being myself were more awesome at being detached from my own story in a way I being myself never could be. I wanna know what others hear, I’m scared to know but I wanna know what everyone hears when they talk to God. Do the insane hear the voice distorted? Do the indoctrinated hear another voice entirely?
We all have the same maker but we all seem to have different ideas of the way we live. I wish we were open, I wish we were equal. Franks voice is a step in the right direction, I wish more people would listen.
I don’t have time to hate anyone, I either love you or I don’t care at all.
(via yelivce)