Earlier today someone retweeted this into my Timeline
“My love affair with words is the longest romance I’ve ever had. And like a tired whore, the ones I’ve loved the most did not belong to me.”
After seeing that tweet I was reminded some of the words I have heard and fell in love with. Words that I wish I had written. I would like to share some of those words today. Enjoy.
A BLUES FOR NINA (From a scene in the movie Love Jones)
Say baby, can I be your slave
I’ve got to admit girl, you’re the s–t girl
And I’m diggin’ you like a grave
Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin’ post, or
Or maybe Queen of 2,000 moons
Sister to the distant, yet rising star
Is your name Yemaya
Oh hell no, it’s got to be Oshun
Ooo, is that a smile me put on your face child
Wide as a field of Jasmine and Clover
Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money
Hound legs that’ll spank Jehovah
S–t, who am I?
It’s not important
But they call me Brother to the Night
And right now
I’m the blues in your left thigh
Trying to become the funk in your right
Who am I?
I’ll be whatever you say
But right now, I’m the sight-raped hunter
Blindly pursuing you as my prey
And I just wanna give you injections, of sublime erections
And get you to dance to my rythmn
Make you dream archaetypes, of black angels in flight
Upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism
Come on Slim
F–k yo’ man, I ain’t worried about him
It’s you who I wanna step to my scene
Cause rather than deal with the fallacy
Of this dry ass reality
I’d rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream
Who am I?
Well they all call me Brother to the Night
And right now I’m the blues in your left thigh
Trying to become the funk in your right.
Is that alright?
Darius Lovehall (Lorenz Tate) – Love Jones
HANK’S LETTER TO KAREN ( From the TV show Carlifornication
If you’re reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it. So, good for me. You don’t know me very well, but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this… this is the hardest thing I ever had to write. There is no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it: I met someone.
It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn’t on the make. It was a perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there is this feeling in my gut that she might be the one. She is completely nuts in a way that makes me smile highly neurotic, a great deal of maintenance acquired. She is you, Karen… that’s the good news.
The bad news is that I don’t know how to be with you right now, and that scares the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now I have this feeling we will get lost out there. Its a big bad world full or twist and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could have changed everything. I don’t know whats going on with us and I can’t tell you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn, you smell good, like home and you make excellent coffee that has to count for something, right? Call me!
Unfaithfully yours, Hank Moody