When I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me: “If you aim for a star, you might hit a tree.” Being a rather literal-minded child, I used to imagine myself in a gigantic catapult, aiming at Polaris, and crashing into the dilly tree in our back yard on the way.
The point is you need to dream big dreams to accomplish even a little bit of them. The bigger your dreams, the higher your goals, the further you are going to go. But if you begin with small goals, you will go nowhere at all.
“If you aim for the tree,” she’d tell me, “you’ll probably hit the ground.”
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Gilbert, thank you.
“Removal” isn’t the right word, I think. I removed myself.
As for the politics, let us not think that they change depending on the people we elect to power. In the civil service, they really don’t.
But more on that later.
Nicolette:
Word reached me, of both your removal from a place of influence, (that is the politics of it) and your tour de force representing the place of art above, within, by and through politics (I think I last saw you in Eliot; George that is, and in Fanon and again in Hurston – are their eyes really watching?). I know you, and my beloved brother Obie, are amongst the ‘moving spirits’ of art in our isles of eternal April, bathed in Sun but never seeming to see their lights.
I write here because I am with you…I call on you to remember: Habit forms around fears. And light wants for darkness, not darkness for light.
M.
Thanks for dropping by, Gilbert.
Fully Read; Well Done !
M.