Downstairs neighbours, equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha.. ( All things happen outside Diss)

Woke up safe/sad to leave. Ride to the station, early morning  pret. No veggie brioches, just waiting sun, and a low rise on majestic stone. Window watching  a homeless  man rolling his first cigarette of the day, stretched out, languidly at ease as if in his very own bedroom,  double thickness duvet,  mat-like  beneath him .A dark haired Buddha, strewn and possessed.

No veggie brioches, had to contend with bacon.

Nondescript hotel, plush levels, carpeted floors,  corporate  sign boards lighting the way,  pretend-friendlies with proclaiming hearts , the mass-welcoming of Dr X. We are all the same. Me and the five dwarves- five men and me, all shades of old world and brown crinkly skin. The one with the stiletto moustache, who fought in Sadam's army; the quiet African and  the geriatric imp-twins, white haired nostrils and ears,  riotous, emphatic out-liers,. All but one-  the new friend who carried my colours  while I battled  the potbellied trainer/intruder; he  and his  " weak women and strong men". Nobody blinked  till I spoke. Female Challenger charging his white bellied certainty as it hung over his belt; mock bearded privilege stretching  all the way to his power point. This is 2018 for God sake! After, when it was over, after the heat had been shed and the blood had been spilt, reflected on, fed back and rated; new friend took me to the bus stop, called me a tourist, and  put me on the no 10. Oxford street, where on certain days  experience means more than flimsy shoes, and those experiences lead to a sun trap  by the sea; except it wasn't sea, it was swans and ice-creams wrapped   in bright smiles and peddleboats; and an enthusiastic engineering German, who said he like the way I read; kerouac on a suit case, or was it the way I sat?. " I need something like that" he said. I suggested Hot Yoga..But clocks  rang, all the way to the top of the park, past the woman of the stripped top and  brown wedged shoes, the  very one  I'd seen  earlier on in the day in a city of how many millions? This was more than speed and lights and suitcase pulling, even as I made it to  the track and gave my dinner away, all the while  waiting for a little magic train that  was losing it's  way. MB

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Ground to dantien... ( divide and conquer)

" Toward the end of the Reconstruction era, something very significant happened. (Listen to him) That is what was known as the Populist Movement. (Speak, sir) The leaders of this movement began awakening the poor white masses (Yes, sir) and the former Negro slaves to the fact that they were being fleeced by the emerging Bourbon interests. Not only that, but they began uniting the Negro and white masses (Yeah) into a voting bloc that threatened to drive the Bourbon interests from the command posts of political power in the South.
To meet this threat, the southern aristocracy began immediately to engineer this development of a segregated society. (Right) I want you to follow me through here because this is very important to see the roots of racism and the denial of the right to vote. Through their control of mass media, they revised the doctrine of white supremacy. They saturated the thinking of the poor white masses with it, (Yes) thus clouding their minds to the real issue involved in the Populist Movement. They then directed the placement on the books of the South of laws that made it a crime for Negroes and whites to come together as equals at any level. (Yes, sir) And that did it. That crippled and eventually destroyed the Populist Movement of the nineteenth century.
If it may be said of the slavery era that the white man took the world and gave the Negro Jesus, then it may be said of the Reconstruction era that the southern aristocracy took the world and gave the poor white man Jim Crow. (Yes, sir) He gave him Jim Crow. (Uh huh) And when his wrinkled stomach cried out for the food that his empty pockets could not provide, (Yes, sir) he ate Jim Crow, a psychological bird that told him that no matter how bad off he was, at least he was a white man, better than the black man. (Right sir) And he ate Jim Crow. (Uh huh) And when his undernourished children cried out for the necessities that his low wages could not provide, he showed them the Jim Crow signs on the buses and in the stores, on the streets and in the public buildings. (Yes, sir) And his children, too, learned to feed upon Jim Crow, (Speak) their last outpost of psychological oblivion. (Yes, sir).."


Martin Luther King jr​

25 March 1965
Address at the Conclusion of the Selma to Montgomery March