Experimentation

"You are not afraid to confront yourself."-- Monica Carr, living blimp

I may write to Mariel, though with a change in parameters. Personal Best does stand out as a worthwhile examination of feminine assertion, and maybe the woman need not have a transliteration of the toll African American inner city poverty has taken on me. If Blogger wants to chastise developmental aggression, what I lived in North Philadelphia was unimaginable to me. No film, no Langston Hughes poem, no Ellison Invisible Man and his preface scold about legal dollars could have braced me, and in essence, my phantom flight from an instructor I wanted to become and could not, has scarred me. North Philadelphia is marginally safer than Syria, but only on the margins, and that it exists as it does leads to my personal condemnation, knocking politicians by their damn skulls. The most powerful country on earth, with enough urban landfill to wipe out koala bears Australians haven't already endangered 

Even if I yield, unlikely without a fight, and dose myself with legal script, I will never entirely filter out horrific memories of which I've only scratched the surface, despite my posts, of which I've written too many. Perhaps Mariel has seen some things similar, but my tendency to be a forceful writer creates barricades as much as open doors. We're the same age, I iterate with my inner voice, as if for a reason this matters. Well, if it does then spare the time. Years ago, via typewriter, I made a fool of myself writing to this once talented writer, and there are instances where I do not need to admonish my own conscience about being a jackass, but, in tribute to Jerry's legacy, I am proud that Ms Phillips and I appear in the same publication. Being an instructor is her surety, but those shared bylines prove something, in addition to the fact that drafting it right is a matter of importance.