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R.I.P: Our Distinguished Cousin

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Don’t cry because it’s over

Smile,

Because it happened!

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Dr. Seuss

Norman Caribbean, luminous emissary, we learned from you, how to find the collective soul of a community and be lovingly immersed in its warm embrace.

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Norman Late at Night

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In the Panyard

Dark brown chocolate hands,

Aged rum,

Deep night,

 Corrupt cigar tobacco:

I surrender my heart for a while to a rich, mellow consensus

Of the collective soul.

I inhale the synergies of  harmony and the riddim

Of a hundred hearts, two hundred hands.

I imbibe deeply the subtle liquid velvet of molten metal

Rendered palatable

By resistance and steeped in history.

And in the end I learn that

Joy is a well that springs from modest beginnings,

Is honed and refined through enthusiasm, commitment and effort,

And flows abundantly among the people.

Heaven is in the modest Pan Yard,

In the ghetto

Late at

Night.

Garry 2015

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