We had a lovely time at Bossa in July. Some old friends and new faces joined the fun. Here are the highlights…

Mark reminded us that Napoleon Turner used to read Langston Hughes each Sunday on WPFW. Hey Nap, where ya headin’? End of the line, got a gig. Don’t forget the blues.

Laurie asked us to shut off the auto-pilots so wisdom can catch up with technology…an age is collapsing, collapsing Aquarius…don’t delay.

Shahid warned that our casual indifference to mass human suffering reveals our babylon. Out of sight, out of mind.

Diana is not the only thing tangled in Petworth tonight.

Gowri read found poetry, an eraser poem (text by someone else, with lines taken out): The Privacy Act of 1975, Records Maintained on Individuals. Copies of the concise statements of reasons; each routine use of records in the system; established appropriate safeguard of the security of records.

Lyndi told us don’t choke on your own apathy…how can you claim you have love to give, if you stand idly by?

Mark gave us his confessions of a knuckleballer. He saw his mother run up to Gary Cooper at Idle Wild, and he slept at the New Deal Hotel, where the bed springs scratched his butt.

Laurie set me free, now I can see, the life I was livin’ wasn’t soul fulfillin’.

Shahid thinks if we had unity we could be a community, instead we’re a managerie. Our commitment to our values has been half-assed.

Diana said, hey mama; mama doesn’t laugh; there’s no sound; hey mama, what happened? We watch you watching us watch you.

Gowri OPPd Shiledya Patel’s Offering. …History is a million terrors.
(See Gowri and others every Monday at Bloombars, 3222 11th St NW DC; open mic at 9 PM.)

Galise told us that home is where he belongs, and here is where he stands. Treat here where you stand as you would treat home.

Hope to see you out at the next GPI open mic! Every second Tuesday of the month at Bossa, 2463 18th St. NW DC, 7-9 PM.