Soul on Ice by Eldridge Cleaver

It was just a couple days before the Buffalo shooting I was debating to read Soul on Ice or the essays of Audre Lorde. I had both copies on my shelf and I went for this one. I would encourage everyone to read more work by black authors. This one in particular has been enlightening. The Buffalo shooting is terrible. If anyone of us is dying because of ignorance and hatred then we are all dying. Sometimes, when I’m faced with it, I’m overwhelmed by our broken world.

Eldridge Cleaver was one of the early leaders of the Black Panthers and was editor of their newsletter. He was convicted of several crimes which resulted in his imprisonment in Folsom Prison—same prison in which Johnny Cash cut a live album in 1968, two years after Cleaver would be released. It was in this year (1968) that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. Cleaver was a follower of Malcolm X and was devastated by his assassination in 1965. It could be argued that this event really influenced his activism going forward, his involvement with the Black Panther Party, and his running for president via the Peace and Freedom Party ticket.

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“From my prison cell, I have watched America slowly coming awake. It is not fully awake yet, but there is soul in the air and everywhere I see beauty. I have watched the sit-ins, the freedom rides the Mississippi Blood Summers, demonstrations all over the country, the F.S.M. movement, the teach-ins, and the mounting protest over Lyndon Strangelove’s foreign policy —all of this, the thousands of little details, show me it is time to straighten up and fly right. That is why I decided to concentrate on my writings and efforts in this area. We are a very sick country —I, perhaps, am sicker than most. But I accept that. I told you in the beginning that I am extremist by nature —so it is only right that I should be extremely sick. I was very familiar with the Eldridge who came to prison, but that Eldridge no longer exists. And the one I am now is in some ways a stranger to me.”

— Eldridge Cleaver, Soul on Ice, 1968

Days of Wrath by Andre Malraux

🇺🇸 On a day just like today,

though the sky was bright,

clear, and blue,

I present to you this

truth in one, Andre Malraux.




⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️A story about a communist prisoner in a Nazi concentration camp in the days leading up to World War II. Mostly it contains the protagonist’s rambling thoughts and efforts to not to go mad. Though I read it a couple years ago I remember enjoying it.

Pictured is the 1936 edition. The inscription indicates a brother giving this as a gift to his brother, or perhaps he’s a theologian, who seems to be going on a long journey. “Come back sober,” he writes.

Yes, I think we should all come back sober, like we did that day. We came back sober to our homes, to our radios, and television sets, but today as we do so, we come back with gratitude. .


In memory of the 9/11 victims. 💕 🇺🇸 #usa

Garden Tour: Memorial Day Weekend

And now, at last, she was seeing daylight; the obstacles were clearing away; things were really beginning to move.

-Vita Sackville-West
Saint Joan of Arc, 1936

Thank God we made it through another winter and an unpredictable spring.  I realize spring is not officially over until June 20th, but the swimming pools are open this weekend in Michigan, so as far as I’m concerned we can rest easy.  The cold winds will not cross our path for many days.

Once a month I would like to give you an update of my garden.  This is for your enjoyment as much as it is useful for my personal record keeping.  Are you ready to take a little tour?  Here we go…

These photos were taken today, May 27th, 2016.  These are the perennials flowering now…


Our first sign of Spring is still hanging around.  The hellebores are still in bloom.


SONY DSC*Lilacs are still at it, but not for long.  Their flowers are open completely, and their scent is losing its freshness.  Like an old perfume that has sat in the sun too long, they are growing stale.   I clipped what will probably be my last bouquet as the flowers are turning brown with age.

Like clock work, as soon as the lilac’s die off completely all the rose bushes, the hydrangeas and the peonies begin to open.  Soon their colors of pinks, yellows and blues will sit in this little bottle from a local vodka distillery run entirely by women here in Detroit, Our/Detroit Vodka.  Pretty awesome right?  The little bottles they use are great. Perfect for a bud vase when you’re finished with the spirits.

*Set against a mural of the year we signed The Declaration of Independence. I painted it on my garage last summer.  Some people still like to drive by to take pictures. 🙂



Sweet Woodruff will flower all summer, I believe.  Not a brilliant show, but just enough to add balance to the mix of other colors.


My Lemon-Zest Rose bush.  Set against its blue-green leaves will look quite dashing next to our side door which I will paint either blue or red.   Red would be the safer choice.  However, I believe it’s possible find a shade of blue that would not offend the eye.

Chocolate Oncidium: Smells like Chocolate
Phalaenopsis: My friend’s.  It was practically dead when I got it. I was so excited to see it bloom.
Onicidium: Smells like a Lily



Thank you for joining me on a Memorial Day weekend tour.  Don’t forget to kiss a veteran you love!  Without them the mural on my garage would not exist.