Tuesday, March 31, 2009

We Shall Remain




They were charismatic and forward thinking, imaginative and courageous, compassionate and resolute, and, at times, arrogant, vengeful and reckless. For hundreds of years, Native American leaders valiantly resisted expulsion from their lands and fought the extinction of their culture.

"We Shall Remain," a groundbreaking new American Experience mini-series establishing Native history as an essential part of American history, begins this April. Five 90-minute documentaries spanning 300 years tell the story of pivotal moments in U.S. history from the Native-American perspective. Benjamin Bratt narrates.

Beginning in the 1600s with the Wampanoags, who used their alliance with the English to strengthen their position in Southern New England, and ending with the bold new leaders of the 1970s, who harnessed the momentum of the Civil Rights Movement to forge a pan-Indian identity, "We Shall Remain" upends two-dimensional stereotypes of American Indians as simply ferocious warriors or peaceable lovers of the land.

While the tale of European settlement of North America has been told countless times, it never has been presented from the perspective of the land's original inhabitants. "We Shall Remain" tells the story, not from the point of view of the white people looking West, but of Native people looking East.

"You can't understand America in the 21st century if you don't understand the Native experience," says director Chris Eyre. "What connects these five films is the resolve of their characters. This country is founded on people striving, being tenacious and moving forward ... This is a look at that, through Native eyes."

American Experience "We Shall Remain" is a production of WGBH/Boston. More information can be found at We Shall Remain

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Friday, March 20, 2009

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

I heard this on the radio this morning and thought of Mary.


Taken on August 23, 2008.
Mary treated me on a trip to Atlantic City.
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last
night
now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready
for a fight
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
and the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
and the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and
meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got in too deep and I could not pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Now our luck may have died and our love may
be cold
but with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold
so put on your stockin's 'cause the night's
gettin' cold and maybe
everything dies baby
That's a fact
but maybe everything that dies
someday comes back
Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
down here it's just winners and losers and
don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him
Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday
comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and
meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Wrong

There​'​s somet​hing wrong​ with me chemi​cally​


I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong

Wrong

There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong replies

Wrong

Wrong

I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move, every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right yeah

Wrong

Wrong

Too long

Wrong

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong

Friday, March 13, 2009

Good Bye Mary (3/29/1966-3/13/2009

Mary Margaret Dominick
At 1:05 a.m. on3/13/2009, Mary Margret Dominick past away.
She was my sister and close friend.