Monday, September 23, 2013

not

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Being John Malcovish may prove easier than being chartRUSE.  One refuses to tie oneself in knots over the matter of strict adherence to a chartRUSE ethos.  
http://h2omeloncholy.blogspot.com/2013/08/chartruse.html 

Perchance, options exist.  There is being chartRUSE - fully inhabiting the ideology.  Next?  Bein down with chartRUSE - selectively inspired and sincerely admired.  Thaz exactly how one shall roll...or is that roll up, post-knotted...

Not just any knot, my good peops.  Try anti-chartRUSE snakeskin and leather knots in bespoke H2Omeloncholy.  Yo, can ya dig it?  Catch you on the flip side: chartreuse and mint green by innovative accessory designer, Katherine Kwei:


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Lest one be remiss in drawing the reader's attention to pink crystals strategically catching light upon the exterior.  A prescient Ms. Kwei seemed to sense a surrealist blogger might just excavate her 2009 clutch from the eBay mine in 2013.  Although, how did she sense one's further appreciation of this glittery allusion to faint stains of H2Omelon juice?  Thanks so, fellow 'K' Creative.  

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With exterior tricked-out in strip upon strip of green - smooth iridescent mint and snake-scale-textured chartreuse - what color might possibly line the interior?  

'Paint Chip Series: Striped Watermelon Green'
 http://www.flickr.com/photos/39367439@N00/5083171533

Boom shacka lacka...

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Serendipitous, ain't it tho'?  Mad melon-ups for inside/out consistency.  Tempted to sew in some polymer clay black seeds - scattered about the red upholstered 'flesh' for full absurdist impact. 

Daps n' props for knots...albeit banned in 'Merican elementary misseducation as recently as June in Ohio... 
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/06/25/ohio-school-afro-puff-horizon-science-academy_n_3498954.html
AND Oklahoma this September... 
http://tv.msnbc.com/2013/09/07/to-a-black-girl-whose-hair-was-deemed-unacceptable/

And yet, gentlesoulfolk, is not the Chinese "Eternity" knot a kissin' cousin to the Bantu knotted coiffure? 
Katherine Kwei advertisement
                                                                                                                  
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Due to public out post-cry, knots were reinstated - forthwith - at both afromentioned primary institutions of learning.  Reconstructive surgery on the unbending leg in the lowercase letter h can allow it to yield to n.  'happy' then - once restored - is 'nappy'.  Welcoming back 'fro equates Bush signing the No Knot Left Behind Act.  
Kelly Osbourne of Style Network's Fashion Police guest co-hosting CBS' daytime, The Talk

Sweet potato...sweet potata.  

Fo'sooth, one being's school suspension is another being's judicial appointment to a cable network's bench of fashion jurisprudence.  Or?  One being's school suspension is another being's iconic sex symbolization.
Bo Derek in motion picture, 10, 1979

  Knots are no strangers to circuitous 'routes'.  

File:Triangular trade.jpg
Creative Commons 2.5

Alas, in post-'Merica, STEM curriculum suffers upon our proud shores.  Perchance school administrators in both Tulsa and Lorain were teaching this real world lesson in geometry.  Less than an attempt to implement exclusionary policy, such may have been a 'protracted' experiment.  They were willing to sacrifice reputation and appear rather square.

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Pointedly, educators know that knots are accustomed to 'trade' offs more triangular...

 
A knot is contingent upon the act of joining One with Other - hence the matrimonial metaphor.  Knots intertwine particles to entrench what Matters.  Knots - two ends - quantum and/or cotton, hobbled together to tie up a Mammy's tamed 'fro and poise itself just inches above her Third Eye.  A knot could hold some aspect of that ancestral angst, positioned - just so - atop her 'New World'.  A knot might also openly display the dexterously communicable 'hobby' of generational Chinese feminine folk art. 
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Ms. Kwei celebrates classic Chinese knot artistry as her trademark.  In the saturated world of IT handbaggage, such is a choice stylishly inspired as culturally intriguing.  Whilst her contemporaries in the luxury 'good' market strive for an alleged post-aesthetic - waxing a compartmental box most utilitarian for its symbolized status - she has chosen an element as original as ethnic.  Ms. Kwei's upscale line is anything but POST.  In paying overt homage to the past, she garnishes an ostentatious edge for her product on par with the post forward sophisticate.  

DeCONstructing the very bounds that define elegance is woven into this blog's intent.  Katherine Kwei's tied construction seems to allow some slack in the tension, creating beauty from its 'principle' material - truth.  The official website for her wares elaborates thus:
 
"Innovative design, exceptional quality, and a deep reverence for tradition are the foundation for accessories designer, Katherine Kwei's design philosophy. As a young girl, Kwei remembers spending afternoons with her grandmother folding wonton dumplings, knotting cords for necklaces filled with jade and precious stones, and looking over the intricate embroidery patterns of old quilts and robes. Kwei's grandmother who was a clothier "stylist" for silver screen legends Katherine Hepburn and Anthony Quinn, as well as a master at Chinese knotting, instilled in Kwei a deep reverence for her cultural roots and passion for working with her hands...

... With the Spring/Summer 2007 launch of her own handbag line, Kwei's designs aspire to seamlessly blend modernity with tradition by creating her own unique texture using luxury materials, while staying true to her signature Chinese "Eternity" knot-inspired weave as the main focus.

Her goal is to create collections that are of outstanding quality and timeless designs - much like the art of Chinese knotting that she learned from her grandmother, which is integrated throughout her work.

Deeply ingrained in her heritage, Kwei draws much of her inspiration from her Chinese roots as well as her experiences from living globally in nine different cities including Athens, London, Dubai, Hong Kong, and New York."
KATHERINE KWEI ABOUT US page
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Katherine Kwei may be as much accessory-acceleratin' artist as surrealist string theorist.  One cannot wait to pair her jumble of chartRUSEdissOrientalized 'fringe' with one's own pair of loosely knotted still-let-Ohs...
http://h2omeloncholy.blogspot.com/2013/06/still-let-oh.html
 
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One, howeva, reluctantly concedes to the decorated choice that must be made - at least for lone ensemble - betwixt carriage of the Kwei purse and one's own single-knotted H2Omeloncholy cuff. 
http://h2omeloncholy.blogspot.com/2013/08/stop-n-frou-frou.html

DissOrientalization is the awkward silence in the midst of post-cultural cacophony.  Diligent observance of the Art of the Edit allows each piece the breadth and scope of repazentation.  Once REinstated for socio appropriation - quite an absurdist one-act within itself - we can grapple with the prospect of autonomy of adornment.

a clever as compassionate critique
on the implausibility of
POSTness 

Til our next 'post', feast upon produce in season...

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Monday, September 9, 2013

Booker tea Washington

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Booker To Washington:  Evolve already. 

Privilege.  How oft have we witnessed conscientious objection...to Priv?

Other-ed Ethnic Senatorial candidate, Cory A. Booker seems to hold up Priv - like the post-prism it be - and angle it just so to then pluck the discordant color spectrum.  We have had a saxophonist Commander-in-Chief.  Why not an upright bass player?

Privilege.  Newark's Mayor Booker is no stranger to Priv's deconstruction.  The Ivy League Rhodes Scholar has exercised a hunger strike whilst living in a tent, taken the SNAP challenge, and chose to live - short of a decade - in a beset public housing project.  An ostensibly cozy, suburban rearing was understood - astutely - as inadequate exposure to the daily realities of his constituents.  Talk?  Walked.   

Now, 'swish'?  Ditched Dished:

“And people who think I’m gay, some part of me thinks it’s wonderful. Because I want to challenge people on their homophobia. I love seeing on Twitter when someone says I’m gay, and I say, ‘So what does it matter if I am? So be it. I hope you are not voting for me because you are making the presumption that I’m straight.”
Cory Booker in The Washington Post

Caveat, if ye will?  Might the LGBTQ movement - in meteoric catapult - find itself deemed POST ere it establishes a Present?  Is premature closure dangerous to comprehensive advance or a predictable trajectory as the volatile nature of progress?  Is Mr. Booker's refusal to reply indicative of one individual's evolved consciousness or a communal, dreaded POSTopic moment?  It cannot be both.  If so, one would have to cease n' desist with this blog.  POST has no point - except as an 'X' on the map back to Common Sense.  Mr. Booker rejects the perks of hetero Priv and instead, takes a commendable risk - with weeks to spare along the campaign trail.  Treks - star bound or gubernatorial 'Appalachian', are best navigated with mindfulness.  The timing - here - makes this fork in our road constructive as none Other than unadulterated H2Omeloncholy.
  
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference."
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

Raise your pinky
 Star Trek's Klingon, 'Worf' - portrayed by Michael Dorn

Plebeians shall admonish whilst Trekkies to H2Ohipsters admire this inversion of a quagmire.  Mr. Booker could be stuck on the 'soft' bank of a provincial marsh.  Instead, one removes the ironic, phallic letter, "ELLE" from b-l-o-g and finds oneself upon this bog - too much of a swamp to grow melon.  Unsteady, one leans towards Mr. Booker's identification of an opp to critically observe the queery in a cultural reflective pool.  One's abiding reverence for legitimate Acts of Resistance is inscribed with a scientific skepticism of political agenda.  Could this be reverse/post-psych calculation on the part of a bureaucratic Svengali?  An answer in the affirmative need not detract from the appeal of any demonstration of conviction.  

Declining to assert hetero Priv comes with too many ills - still - even in POSTville.  In this instance, Mr. Booker is not a leader because New Jersey voters decided thus.  True leadership - less electable than innate - rises to da test yet cannot be popped by a quiz.  Enlightened figures ascend; post-figures transcend.  Ascension, then.  Although, which - betwixt ascension and evasion - is applicable to the immediate blog post?  Alas, homez, H2Omeloncholy - our perennial post-ism?  Sleep deprivedJust how should peops roll when (w)holistic elevation is our impetus?  

Accepting the consequences of silence is a rare display by a public servant who requires civic engagement - as expressed thru citizen approval - for his very employment.  Holding his tongue may denote yet anotha level of discipline as one of politics' most assiduous FaceBookers (Pray thy pardon).  The pin upon Cory Booker's lapel trumps the requisite patriotism.  Decked 'out' in dissOrientalism, he releases his tax returns but not his sexual Orientalization.  One finds this stance impressively forward as Mr. Booker marks the question less 'post' than passé.  How many invitations to evolution do you, gentlesoulfolk, anticipate crossing your socio calendar this season?  

Yo...Répondez, S'il Vous Plaît...

Today's toast, my good peops?  To 'Senator' Booker: H2Omelon seed tea.  Like a leather-clad, Olympic podium black fist, go on n' raise that pinky - post-manicure - up high.


** Admittedly, one's reoccurring reference to this post's subject as indeed possessing "hetero Priv" - which he will not indulge/evoke - presumes a particular 'status'.  Although one failed to escape inference, one follows the lead of said subject by refraining from speculation. **

a clever as compassionate critique
on the implausibility of
POSTness 

Til our next 'post', feast upon produce in season...

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Thursday, September 5, 2013

when the rainbow is Tuff enuf

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Ntozake Shange's choreopoem, For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When The Rainbow Is Enuf, has already impersonated a Bond martini - James Bond.  Ms. Shange's masterstroke has "shaken, not stirred" this blogger's inkwell.  Punch post-drunk, i. e., dissOrientalized, one currently revisits the legendary title:  

For H2Omeloncholics Who Have Deconstructed Lite When Post-Prism Bends Too Much.

© Sarah Illenberger


DoubleOhSeven.  Double Consciousness.  George Zimmerman has a psychic twin; her name is Antoinette Tuff.  
August 20, 2013:
Antoinette Tuff thwarts massacre at elementary school.

February 26, 2012
George Zimmerman murders teen, Trayvon Martin.

Mr. Zimmerman and Ms. Tuff share the identical interstellar amniotic sac.  For real tho'; they do.  Their respective encounters - a year and a half apart - amount not to eighteen months, the equivalent term of two pregnancies.  Rather, February 26, 2012 to August 20, 2013 is a cosmic minute millisecond - separating twins at birth.  These two - events as much as individuals - are bound forever in the contracting womb of existential socio angst.

One fateful summer witnessed the results - astounding as resounding - in what A Course In Miracles claims is the only choice any of us ever makes: that between love and fear.  There seems no recess in the excess of post-verdict vitriol.  From that smog of social media emerged one voice.  In a twenty-four-hour news cycle, a twenty-four minute 9-1-1 call, starring Ms. Antoinette Tuff, silenced divisive chatter with a compassion to shame archangels.


[anticipate long stretches of silence]

A Course In Miracles acknowledges hate in only one context - as an illusion masking fear.  Fear is our primary negative ion.  Even mo', my good peops?  That ion is a lie.  Negation of our truth is a choice.  Decisions - beneath us - are not judged but instead, mourned.  We can claim 'free will' - sho' nuff.  Ironically, choosing the fallacy of fear strikes one - humbly - as more bondage than liberation.  Our truth is love and truth is beauty.  Fear is the rejection of our natural state.

"It suppresses the truth of who we are."
RE: disproportionate minority incarceration rates -
Newark mayor and New Jersey Senatorial Candidate, Corey Booker to MSNBC's Chris Hayes
  
Beauty.  Ms. Tuff chose truth.  She saw beauty in a man - professing his own mental instability, with a loaded AK-47, and no desire to endure.  Conversely, Mr. Zimmerman - hooded in his own fear - denied the beauty of a child with candy in his hand, a friend on his cell phone, and a basketball game on his mind.  

In about the span of time parting the birth that twins share, Antoinette Tuff was hailed a heroine.  'Twas long ago in the last week of August.  On with September.  To Syria - and its 'red line' - the top arch of rainbows in a shade too close to H2Omelon.

George Zimmerman, contrarily, is still the most convenient of villains.  This reductive label further disables an opportunity acutely prime to explore Ism's real crime.  Fear.  Fear of a black hat hoodie.  Upon no shoulder in our electorate has one encountered two miniature, Grecian-robed, blind-folded Lady Justice-s.  One head is not bowed below some halo with altruistic wings aflutter, whilst another - in exaggerated gangsta lean - is pimped out in devious horns.  That good/bad myth pales in comparison to the exceedingly challenging proposal of love/fear.  

Ms. Tuff made her choice in the face of a fear that too few realize we are all quantumly designed to conquer.  That was one hurdle that would have been admirable enuf.  However, this Other-ed Ethnic XX chromo agent told the Dominant Cult XY chromo assailant that she "loved" him.  He - and we - believed that she meant it.  This full-circle Agape would be stunning if we were equipped to absorb such beauty of being.  Empathy is an arc.  That rainbow - eva a fickle phenomena - shows its face post-storm.  However, the altruism of Ms. Tuff is not at the mercy of the ideal angle to bend her light.  Her spectrum?  It orbits.  Both established astronomy and our egotistical autonomy have yet to discover the Tuff path.  Perhaps that accounts for the limited exposure of her ordeal example.  Public discourse seems hushed in its capacity to comprehend depths of grace.

Before us is one regal Antoinette.  She, unlike her Rococo predecessor, has nourished our post-proletariat with sustenance unimaginable from homezgentry pastry.

 "Qu'ils mangent de la brioche."
watermelon cake 
© isavea2z.com
 
Fear?  Alas, we get. "Let 'em eat cake fear."  Mr. Zimmerman acted from it and that fear took the life of an unarmed boy.  The polarizing response to the verdict, along lines of post-identity, suggests many felt the death of a child was justified - due to fear.  Some seem to understand this fear well and advocate indulgence of it and any cost - even sacrificing the mortality of a minor.  Still, such is our choice - always generous in alternative.  And choices?  One laments the collective underestimation of their power.  A choice cannot be an act of POSTness - carried upon THIS/THAT wind and left in it to twist.  Twins.  Polarity has its purpose.  Might the most consequential choices amount to little else than our fundamentals once flipped?  A choice can derive from the masquerade of fright which is nuttin' but air - blown.  The exact same choice can be stilled by a benevolence that only knows to come correct and keep deeply grounded.  If so, 'dig' it, yo:

Every choice is a subtle truth-seeker; 
each choice is a delicate chance to beautify.  

Choices are consciously made - moment to moment.  When shrouded in the toga of Isms, these crucial decisions - which create the dynamics of Encounter - become our socio karma.  The concept is by no means mystical.  Sir Isaac Newton rated it not first nor second but third place:

"For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction."
 
Forsooth, the Tuff/Zimmerman contribution to post-conscience is tantamount.  Both are universal signals to choose sum'in beyond precious in its potential - each other.



a clever as compassionate critique
on the implausibility of
POSTness 

Til our next 'post', feast upon produce in season...

© 2013 KM Fikes 
© 2013 h2omeloncholy@blogspot.com 
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