In the silent, cold of the night

Beneath our table moon;

In your mild, soporific light

Your piercing eyes show through.

In a weary night undressed

A passionate word in black caressed;

Cradled by Nigerian lips

A touch of emotion slips.

Listen…A Madman Approaches

Listen, a madman approaches


What is your pleasure, pain or praise?

Are you true to the game?

Can you taste sweet victory on my breath

As I exhale my stench upon the world?

It’s pungent this nebulous odor

Not pleasant

Nor helpful

To the wayfarer

Trying to find his way home

What sayeth you?

How archaic

Quaint like marble bird baths

On painted lawns

I battle such pretense

I damn them to the Ninth!

Can they not feel the eye of my despite

Despite my watching them?

But what words can I waft

In their general direction?

What musings of a madman’s mind can I interest

My flock

In munching on?

It is good you know

It is the earth’s richness

Can’t you taste it you blind fool?

Whether your nose is cut off

Or your tongue is split

You are still a philosopher

So philosophize

About us, oh my ungodly muse!


And other such insanities



A madman approaches.




35.  There are many thoughts that have entered my weary head with a pinpoint precision designed to pierce the misty veil of complacency that often covers my brain with its sticky nonsense, so sweet to lick and terrifying to touch.  The inconsistencies that I see in the mirror have trapped me in a model world where idiots are the intellectuals and fools are the great kings and queens who will rule this world beyond the mirror.  I am constantly nauseous with the foolish babbling of the morons who rule my world and often I find myself vomiting out the contents of my ponderous thought, so heavy with the burden of a sanity born from the desperation that only stupidity can bring.  With talented hands I rip the lacy gauze which threatens to smother my perfect philosophy, my naked spirituality and the mighty metaphysics that have so succored me all these long years when I wandered the world as a poor man.  Without its opaqueness blinding me I am able to see the truth that has hidden inside the many crease and crevasses of a mind in turmoil, laying there dormant and dreary, dead to the world that needs its silly wisdom, its maniacal mysteries that hold the many secrets foretold by the great eye that sees the true world hidden in the mirror.  And they are many, these myriad pinpricks in the darkness of society’s great mysteries, which having been eternally beholden to a greater system in which there can be no secrets, and they cough up gladly their rich and undiscovered phlegm and spit it out upon the surface of the mirror for us to examine carefully.  So I delve deeper than I had ever thought possible, searching for the answer to that question that will not give me the solace which most penitents seek but instead will give me the passionate aching that only tragedy and turmoil can give and subduing my divine spark while mastering the humanity which dwells so deeply within  me.  No longer will I seek the peace and salvation that humanity has strived for throughout existence because I have seen a great truth; I am what I am.  There will be no transmogrification, no great metamorphoses to transform me from this blessed state into some greater being who is master of his own destiny.  In the great descent that life’s grand journey forces us to undertake, I have seen a vision of the world in slumber and it dreams of the mighty flesh and the pleasures that being alive can only bring.  It is a message of hope for the true seeker, a beacon to the essential truth that lies distant, though not so far if one truly searches along the great and serpentine path that lies just to the left of the illuminated path into the heart of the mirror.

Dialogue #34

The Aesthetics of Ass






The Aesthetics of Ass


                The buttocks by definition are the two rounded prominences on the human torso that are posterior to the hips and are formed by the gluteal muscles and the underlying structures beneath.  But that description is a rather dry and tame way of describing the two mounds of delectable flesh which can actually be said to have caused so much trepidation and triumph in the world of men.  The buttocks, whether female or male has had both a direct and indirect affect upon the direction of history, after all the idea of democracy was born in a society in which the love of ass was taken to heights previously unimagined.  Men will accomplish the impossible in the pursuit of a round backside.  Some misguided individuals will point to those other desirable protuberances on the anterior section of the female body as the real source of male infatuation and inspiration, but to those men I would say be still; your lust for breasts is only a shadow, a poor reflection of the truth which is that we love breasts only because they mimic the shape of the buttocks in all their glory.  After all, if we still walked on all fours what would be the focal point of attraction in terms mating?  It would be the buttocks and certainly not the breasts.    But I shall not yet wax poetic about the female nether regions, at least not yet.  Before I can paint the picture of our male passions I must provide a framework to support it.  So let’s look at the science behind our love of asses.


                In human females the buttocks are generally more round and voluptuous than those of us males, a phenomenon caused by the presence of the hormone estrogen which causes the body to store fat in the buttocks, hips and thighs.  This phenomenon is one that is used for great effect by transgender males to mimic the female form by taking large amounts of estrogen to transform their bodies into a form that nature itself sees as the height of femininity.  Evolutionary psychologists suggest that a well-rounded, firm and voluptuous backside is an indication of a woman’s youth and fertility, signaling the presence of estrogen and sufficient fat stores for lactation.  In fact, another study took account of this very same fat, which is mostly composed of polyunsaturated fatty acids which are important for fetal brain development.  Of the women tested those with a low waist to hip ratio (that is a slim waist, shapely hips, and round behind) were found to produce children of greater intelligence.  So even science seems to be reinforcing and endorsing what most normal men have always known; a woman with shapely hips and round behinds are more fit to survive reproduction and will also produce higher quality offspring, and this is why even if we don’t want to admit these truths, are why we love them so much.


                But the idea of a plump behind being the standard of beauty is not a new one, in fact throughout history it has been the benchmark of beauty if most cultures.  Renaissance artists were famous for their portrayal of plump nude women, and even Victorian women wore huge bustles in order to exaggerate the size of their backsides while cinching their waists.  WWII pinups were curvy with plump bottoms to match and even in Asia where the backside of women tend to be smaller than those in the rest of the world, statues of Goddesses possess small waists, curvy hips and round bottoms, while Chinese sages have described a gorgeous backside as two perfect moons.  There is of course a genetic component to the shape of asses and with it is intertwined certain stereotypes that have arisen because of this genetic component, but I will return to that in a moment.


                The term “bubble butt” or better yet the term “badonkadonk” signifies a type of backside where the two cheeks are rounded to an exaggerated degree, like a “bubble” or two fully inflated basketballs side by side. Scientifically speaking this phenomenon is known as a steatopygous backside and seems to be more pronounced among peoples who live in hot and dry places, such as Africa.  It is said that by concentering all the fat in one place the body can still accumulate plenty of nutrients reserves in times of plenty without increasing the risk of overheating due to the thermal insulation effects.   It is these physiological reasons that I believe have led to the stereotype that I have been avoiding until now; that all Black men love big asses.


                Okay let’s just get it out of the way.  Yes Black men like a shapely backside.  I know this because I am a Black man and I know for a fact that my tastes have been molded by what I have seen around me growing up, the abundance of bubble butts and bandonkadonks that genetics has given my race in excess.  In our society this body type is the norm, so Black women grow up celebrating their posterior attributes rather than denigrating or trying to hide it as women of other races in past would do.  How many of us remember when Sir Mix-A-Lot shocked the world with his song “Baby got Back?”  Who can forget the two White girls at the beginning of the song discussing with disgust how big and round another girl’s ass was?  And in the end one proclaims “it’s just so Black!”  How the tables have turned it seems since, now that less than two decades after that song came out, Jennifer Lopez made it fashionable, acceptable and indeed highly desirable to have a bubble butt, indeed she based her entire career on the strength of her butt cheeks (figuratively and literally speaking). The Buns of Steel workout tape became an overnight bestseller and red beans and rice became the new staple food of Middle America!  Women in the 90’s all the way to the present have once again learned to celebrate their curves and us men, whether Black, White, Chinese, or whatever race we represent are right there alongside them to celebrate them too.


                So what was my point?  I seem to have been distracted by visions of gorgeous mountains of flesh speaking to me.  Oh yes, a firm and curvaceous backside is not just the province of Black men, it is what all men want.  Great Men throughout history have jumped through fires for a gorgeous rump.  The Pharaoh Ankh-an-Aten in pursuit of Nefertiti and her rump embraced monotheism and changed the known world.  Julius Caesar chased Cleopatra, and so did Mark Anthony.  Octavian chased her too, and would have had it too, if she had not taken her own life, all three of them influenced by dreams of empire inspired by her ass.  Henry VIII of England defied the Pope and the Catholic Church in pursuit of the perfect ass over and over again in the end making himself head of his own church in order to facilitate his quest and King Edward VIII another English monarch abdicated his throne for the allure of Mrs. Wallace’s curvaceous backside.  In the US President’s Kennedy and Clinton were ruled by their hunger for the Gluteus Maximus, blinding them both to certain realities while at the same time revealing others which in the end benefitted the country.  And if you believe Dan Brown in his “Da Vinci Code” then even Jesus Christ himself defied crucifixion, death and destiny, leaving the Holy Land to settle elsewhere in the world with his hand firmly wrapped around the curvaceous hips of his wife Mary Magdalene.  With that being said what better example of how we are to live our lives could we strive to follow, than the example of the Son of God?  I hope I didn’t offend too many people with my humble words, but in the immortal words of Sir-Mix-A-Lot “I like big butts and I cannot lie,” so the rounded rump obligates me to speak out the truth.




Discussion questions

2.  How does gender and race impact who you are?

                Unfortunately we live in a world that is more defined by its differences than its common humanity.  Race and gender are two the greatest differences used to foster differences which in reality are non-existent.   From a young age we have roles forced upon us because of our gender or race and in some cases, both, roles which do end up not only impacting but also defining the roles that we ultimately will end up accepting because society has decreed it so.  A Caucasian woman in the US will have a very different view of the world compared to an Arab woman in Saudi Arabia because of the freedoms and possibilities she enjoys because of the basic tenets of American society.  Yet if that Arab woman was to immigrate to the US, she would most likely feel very uncomfortable with certain American notions, and retreat to Arab community in the US and continue to practice certain behaviors that were expected of her in Saudi Arabia, but which are considered barbaric here.  Even in places such as England or Italy there remains quaint notions about the position of women in society and despite these being developed nations the impact still remains great upon women in these cultures.

                As long as the majority of the people of this world still believe in archaic and disgusting notions of race it will remain one of the most divisive and destructive ideas today.  In Darfur, Sudan, the northern neighbors raid southerners for slaves, in the belief that they are somehow superior despite the fact they are both dark skinned peoples.  Yet for the southern children their world is enormously impacted by the fact that they must worry about being enslaved because of their race, and thus race is has the greatest impact upon their world.  In the US, African-American children are nurtured with the expectation of being musicians or athletes, because the racial stereotypes developed in the US have become the norm.  It is as self-fulfilling prophecy that can only happen as long these racial stereotypes continue.  As a result, African-American children do not see education as a way to success, but instead they look to the role placed upon them by the pressures ad divisions of race.  In the end gender and race push us into molds that world around us has made for us.




                Ethics are not a magical set of rules and standards which appeared in human society as if born in a vacuum and unleashed upon us like the primal light of creation.  Instead, ethics are standards governing our conduct which have been pieced together by the various cultures which make up humanity across the world.  Much like a jigsaw puzzle they have been pieced together over time and as we come to complete the tableau we begin to see who we are and what we believe reflected in its canvas and in ourselves.

Just what exactly is the meaning of ethics?  This definition is a little more difficult to pin down because there are so many things which seem like ethics but are not.  For example, ethics have nothing to do with ones feelings, even though many confuse ethics with their feelings.  A person following his or her feelings often will not do what is right, because feelings frequently deviate from what is ethical.  Neither should ethics be identified with religion, despite the fact that most religions advocate high moral standards.  Ethics cannot be tied to religion because this would mean that they only apply to religious people.  Whether one worships at the altar of a specific religion or not, is quite irrelevant because the atheist can be just as ethical a person as the high priest.

Another misconception about ethics is that the law is always ethical.  History alone has shown us the untruth in this way of thinking, as we look at the various unjust laws enacted in the past, from the laws empowering the Inquisition, to the apartheid laws in South Africa and even the present day Patriot Act, with its provision for the legal use of torture.  Despite their immorality, these laws were and are accepted by the citizens of these nations.  Following the law should never be confused with being ethical.  On the same note, following what a society accepts is not ethical either.  In WW2 the entire populace of Germany stood by and did nothing while the Nazis decimated a race of people, because they felt that they had to follow what society seemed to accept.  As a result an evil that could and should have been stopped was allowed to flourish and ultimately still haunts the world to this day.

So back to the question of what are ethics?  Ethics are, simply put, well-founded standards of right and wrong which prescribe what human beings ought to do.  In terms of obligations and benefits to society, fairness and virtues, and the right to life and all that comes with it.  Also, if one does not study the development of ethics then one will not evolve with the times because ethical standards do change with time and the influence of other cultures.    So it is necessary to constantly examine one’s ethics to make sure they are reasonable and strive to live up to the standards that are good and solidly based.

And what pray tell does my most recent diatribe have to do with creativity you ask? Well if you have to ask then unfortunately you will never know.Image

Ethics and Creativity



Look at a child’s index finger and thumb

So gentle a vise

Even bread is astonished

Utterly good, perhaps

That Hand has killed a bird

And trembles with its final spasm

Its quick, weasel-like denial that would stop it

But who stops it?

This gap in our ruined heart

Do not dare name them, those half-Gods

Hardly one allowed in our dark nothings…

Youth is wasted on the young