I found it here.
Life is Fine
by Langston Hughes
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.
But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.
But it was High up there! It was high!
So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!
I found it here:
The Weary Blues by Langston Hughes
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did a lazy sway . . . He did a lazy sway . . . To the tune o' those Weary Blues. With his ebony hands on each ivory key He made that poor piano moan with melody. O Blues! Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool. Sweet Blues! Coming from a black man's soul. O Blues! In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan-- "Ain't got nobody in all this world, Ain't got nobody but ma self. I's gwine to quit ma frownin' And put ma troubles on the shelf." Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor. He played a few chords then he sang some more-- "I got the Weary Blues And I can't be satisfied. Got the Weary Blues And can't be satisfied-- I ain't happy no mo' And I wish that I had died." And far into the night he crooned that tune. The stars went out and so did the moon. The singer stopped playing and went to bed While the Weary Blues echoed through his head. He slept like a rock or a man that's dead.
Before I go, I will leave you with a photo of my boys and me, ca. 1999-2000. I love those 2 so much.
|God in His infinite wisdom
Did not make me very wise-
So when my actions are stupid
They hardly take God by surprise
Finished The Molineux Afftair this afternoon. I’m feeling unmotivated and down. Ok, there I said it. I did get some housework done-most of the laundry, dusting and vacuuming, but I didn’t complete it all. This afternoon I’m going to a new member’s reception for Visual Arts center. I’m dreading it a little, only because I’m having a crisis of confidence. I’m sure it will be fine. I’ve been such a slug, I don’t want to blow this off too.
I did my Creative Spark writing assignment, but I want to tweak it. There is a whole area I wanted to talk about and I didn’t, so I have the material, just need to get it down. The assigment was to read something written by Langston Hughes, and writing about it and applying some of it to our own lives and write about it.
I think I’d be better off if I didn’t involve myself with politics at all. In fact, I’m going to un-follow some people, because I don’t think it’s an area I need to focus on. It’s so negative. And I just received this book about Bush & Cheney’s war for oil by Gore Vidal. He is an excellent writer, and he always covers subjects very thoroughly and from a historical perspective as well. I find this enriching. But before I read that I think I will read We Were the Mulvaneys by Joyce Carol Oates.
Okay, I’ll get back to the assignment. Wish I could be more interesting, but not feeling very interesting at the moment. Sorry, Readers! And you are so sweet to read my blather. More later!