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This little girl named Nas and me got so high one night in Caroline County doing her intake to get her registered for classes to prepare for the GED.

It was during the part where the interview happens and I asked her what she loved and if she could have any job in the world what would it be and she said, Poetry.

Then I asked her, do you read? Do you have a library card cuz most of these country kids dont.

No, no she did not, I told her you need to get one and here's why I need for you to read Song Yet Sung by James McBride. Told her you know it's written here, grl, on the shore, Caroline and Dorchester Counties are like characters you dig? It's all about the Underground Railroad and those important parts of our history around here that we dont otherwise get to see, and then she was on and I was on and I had the scrap paper out and she was writing it all down.

Zora Neale? You dont know about Zora Neale? O god ok, so she was a writer in the Harlem Rennasaince and her gift to us was introducing vernacular, which means how people, common people, talk. She changed the voice of literature, pushed the edge the what's accepted she pushed it out she changed and impacted it what it is today. In its most recent changed and being made amd impacted form. Their Eyes Were Watching God. Write it down.

Naz is in jail now or last I heard. But after I told her about Zora Neale that night we grabbed arms cuz both ours each were covered in chills. And she said, See that, that's called Confirmation. Owww, yikes, yea. Wow and the tears were in my eyes and hers were wet, too.

Mike wrote me last night or some time about wishing he didn't throw his first years of schooling and college away. I feel you friend I was red wine dumbed or through the smoke fog and worse with the chemical highs most my way through, what a waste of precious heart and soul and cahs! What a fucking waste of my precious ass resources and time and space now all that money it was that I am signed to that I am put down for all that time under the thumb now for me to "chill?" It was just that final one, my senior year that I was clean and so all of this, the diPrima piece Snyder O'Hara the other night Octavio Paz, that all came later, after college. Upon making that decision you know. To be a writer and follow that line wherever it go.

Self-education, self-education and in depth study of the hungers of self. This is that everlasting source this is that Confirmation this is the information and education that counts.

I found a new blog this morning and was reading his old longings for Poetry and he quotes off another blog and these are Portland people and all that magyc out there and this morning I am missing the left coast and my heart hungers and so it hurts. But read what he quoted this grl saying about Poetry aaaaaaaah Confirmation, and the wet eyes and so good is life with this good kind of hurt...