Tuesday, September 09, 2014
Saturday, May 24, 2014
not everything is about planting seeds. there's bulbs and tubers. there's transplants and cuttings.
there will always be weeds. not good or bad. sometimes, they come to heal you. sometimes one of your good natural neighbors needs them for food & shelter. they teach judgment and generosity. the ones that are bad will kill everything you love. so, you have to dig them out by the root. sometimes, fire is involved.
there is always repetition.
always check the compost pile. it might offer more than nourishment. it may have next years fruit already growing.
you have to know the plants. nothing ever happens at the same time. not everything will happen in the same year. some skip a year. some you've got to put in year after year, especially if you like them. some come back after winter's rest. some a year. some can kill you. you have to know whether their beauty is worth the risk. some benevolent volunteers, just show up to remind you you don't have to do everything yourself.
some feed your body. some feed your soul. some do both. not one is more important than the other just because of what they do. you, your friends, your family and the Council Of Elders you assemble are the evergreens. make sure you plant those wisely so they don't overshadow.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Post-Modern Minstrals: White Male Artist Hires A Black Actress To Portray His Fictional Black Woman Artist
Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
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Tuesday, January 28, 2014
It was that same need to create, collaborate and build community that inspired a non-profit, I co-founded and ran with Christiane Leach, Sun Crumbs. Back in those days, when I encountered incredible artists, the first thing I did was scheme about a way to get them to present in Pittsburgh. Christiane and I eventually shut down Sun Crumbs because funders were more interested in changing our vision to meet their own objectives and models.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
[Negro lies on the sidewalk]
Al: Look at that wound!
Be: That's a bleeding wound!
Clear: That's a bleeding wound! open all the way down to the bone!
Dammit: That arm has a bone in it!
Al: Look at the bone!
Be: That's a bone with blood all around it and ripped muscles!
Clear: Are you sure that's not a ligament or tendons?
Dammit: It certainly is something.
Whitey: It could be a movie prosthetic. Are you an actor?
Negro: A little help here? I'm bleeding out.
JC Negro II: (rolls up his sleeves, kneels down and begins holding Negro's wound together.) Anyone got a bandage?
Al: Um, I'm actually just about to use this band-aid.
Be: Here, have this organic sea foam and Indonesian dirt tincture.
Clear: Have you tried yoga?
Dammit: We should get a Hazmet team in to clean up this concrete. It's a biohazard. Think of future generations!
Whitey: I'll write up a report about this polluted concrete right away. Ow! Paper cut!
Negro: (whispers )a little help?
Al: A paper cut! Are you okay?
Be: Omg! White light! White healing light all around you!
Clear: Call an ambulance!
Dammit: Omg! Omg! Omg!
Whitey: Owwwww! I'm dying!
JC Negro II: I got this! (rips off his shirt, tears it into strips of bandage, and wraps Whitey's paper cut. turns and look at Negro) You got this, Negro?
Negro: I got this.
Friday, January 10, 2014
on a dirty courtyard, and Black people
call across or scream across or walk across
defying physics in the stream of their will.
Our world is full of sound
Our world is more lovely than anyone's
tho we suffer, and kill each other
and sometimes fail to walk the air.
We are beautiful people
With African imaginations
full of masks and dances and swelling chants
with African eyes, and noses, and arms
tho we sprawl in gray chains in a place
full of winters, when what we want is sun.
We have been captured,
and we labor to make our getaway, into
the ancient image; into a new
Correspondence with ourselves
and our Black family. We need magic
now we need the spells, to raise up
return, destroy,and create. What will be
the sacred word?
Thursday, January 09, 2014
Saturday, January 04, 2014
- Sign their petition.
- Share the information so people can make informed decisions.
- Make a donation to the Girl Scouts and let them know you don’t want cookies. If you are a Girl Scout, simply ask for donations to the girl scouts and/or bake your own cookies and give them away as a reward.
- Stand in solidarity then write your own letter. If you are a Girl Scout, refuse to sell the cookies as a member or troop and write a letter.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Friday, November 29, 2013
Here is an article from Roxanne Jones. She is a founding editor of ESPN The Magazine and a former vice president at ESPN. She is a national lecturer on sports, entertainment and women's topics and a recipient of the 2010 Woman of the Year award from Women in Sports and Events.
Mother Teaches Son To Get A "Sexual Consent" By Text
I could go there. But, I won't. Instead, I'll say a little piece of my piece. Then, I'll go back to the actually incredibly hard and rewarding work of raising a boy to become a good man.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
There is something to be said for trusting your child to find the right teachers who facilitate and encourage them to follow their bliss. These days, I spend a lot of time reminding myself that I have raised a child who knows what he is doing. This I think is the hardest part of home educating.
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Thursday, October 24, 2013
with some oil paints...
and some glue...
and some tissue paper.
When I was much better off with two pencils.
The poem was written in the graphics program. I think lets you view my best attempt at standard text.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
But, I'm really glad that the folks at Unlisted: a performance series value the evolving process of art making. Almost like a parent who has sat through endless rehearsals; cheerfully endured practice at home; and is still moved by the end product.
Here are the first notes which were written during a production meeting.
The link has the text of the first draft. (As does a previous blog entry.)
The Dirt Only Speaks The Truth In Tongues
Monday, October 21, 2013
So, I've been making poems which look like what my journal used to look like before I stopped writing on paper.
Monday, September 23, 2013
THESE ARE THE QUESTIONS WE WILL INVESTIGATE USING PERFORMANCE THROUGH SECOND STEEL IN PITTSBURGH, PA.
Here are some notes from our first full production meeting.
/~/ Beginning /~/
Monday, August 26, 2013
She Diva Died. & Come Again?
be/he/me (myth) retro/speculative
multi-medi(v)a motherhood art.
After 10 years of relative quiet and minimal artistic activity, I'm returning to the Pittsburgh arts scene as both a presenter and performer. This multi-media performance incorporates text, sound, image and movement to portray the battle between the artist and the mother. The show particularly examines identity as it relates to raising a Black man.
In 2002, Springer stepped off the Pittsburgh arts community stage to raise my son. Christiane Leach and had been running a non-profit arts organization, Sun Crumbs which produced over 50 programs annually. This is a taste of more great programming to come.
My CD 1999 CD, "In The Image Of Angels" has sold over 800 copies and is available for free download at www.soundcloud.com/christina_springer. You'll also find teasers and outtakes for "She Diva Died & Come Again."
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Monday, June 24, 2013
Monday, October 15, 2012
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
know. I am really home.
go to the grocery store
the cashier says,
“hi, Miss Sweet Lady!
where have you been?"
I notice she is rocking an up-do
with natural colors...
but...I do miss the pink....
and change is a really
powerful energy...and then
we agree I can
take some food
home to my family.
and we check
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
Sometimes a mother just needs between 20 and 45 minutes to be all alone. Often, when this time is requested, it doesn’t work out quite the way she wants. To eliminate any objection to having 20 to 45 minutes all alone, resort to
The Hiding In Your Car Stance.
1. Notice some incredibly vital and important item is missing from the house.
2. Announce that all food service, bum wiping services, beverage service or art/science project services must be immediately suspended.
3. Announce loudly, that the world has ended because there is no milk, water colors, broccoli, properly fitted goggles for swimming. You decide.
4. Get your purse.
5. Get your car keys. (Cell phone is at your discretion. Because they will call.)
6. Head towards your car in the mobile variation of “The Yes Position.” (This position combines “The Embrace The Whole World Position” with a slight adjustment to “The Neutral Position.”
7. Shout loudly in a sing song, soothing voice, “I’ll be back before you even know I’m gone. Love you!”
8. Proceed to your car.
9. Get in car.
10. Drive to whatever store you need to procure said item. Procure said item. (Maybe get a mocha if you are truly more than desperate.)
11. Sit in the parking lot drinking your mocha and listening to your favorite radio station. Listen to the whole story. All the way through. With no interruptions.
12. Return home.
13. Announce food service, bum-wiping service, beverage service, room-cleaning service, laundry service has returned because of your massively awesome and spectacular feat.
14. Assume “The Yes Position.” Combine with the “Ebrace The Whole World Position.”
15. Be loved and adored.
16. Restore service in “The Neutral Position.
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
I is a tender,
thing that holds
a lot of resilience and fortitude.
I belly laughs.
even when I ache
always have a grin for you.
opens my soul
doors. says come in!
relax, have a drink.
for the resilience
He takes me by the hand. Just like he always does. And I trust him to take me anywhere. If his hand signals right, that is where I will go even if a screeching police car is careening around the corner.
He knows. I trust him to know. Because I am his.
But, this time, he takes me down. Down to what my friend’s call the woman cave. Down to the perfect bathroom. Under ground. Our basement. But, I go.
There is no beard hair on the sink. There are no pee stains around the toilet. This is my space. He takes me here. To my space. And undresses me.
Yes, he unhooks my bra. Shimmies down my knickers. Starts the water.
Yes, he tests the water first. Then, puts me in rain. Soft, sweet, with hands firm telling me about every single step.
Yes, he sits me down in the rain. He gets the soap and washes my body. He gets the soap and washes my hair. He scrubs me new.
He shows me my woman and cave. Then, turns the water off. Lifts me. Careful. Careful. Carefully, dries every drop remaining on my body. Then, takes my hand.
Walks me up two flights of stairs. Puts me in clean beddings. Rubs Shea Butter into every aching pore. Kisses me gently.
“Yes, dear, In the mourning, I will give myself to you.”
Wednesday, August 01, 2012
(for A Scarlett Starr)
is full of shells. like hermit crab habitats
we crawl. tender
and out. suit. needs.
with this idea.
the cotton protects
your tender bits.
even sprawled and open
soft, sofa can chafe;
food can burn;
a hot laptop; government
calling. oh yes.
on a tele-commute
with bankers, wear a shirt.
even if they can’t see
you, they know you
the shell. climb in.
just a short,
short time stay.