Wednesday, April 19, 2006
I think of ... a dream that I once had in the mid 90s, a time of much confusion in my life. It was Carnival, but in the past, near the Bleachers, where I saw mas in the 60s with my parents--it was Lloyd as a Gladiator! He was playing an individual. He had net, axe, leopard-skin coat, a Ken Morris breastplate, with a series of people, who I cannot recall, keeping his cape off the ground.
I was about to acknowledge him, but he held his hand up and said that he could not recognize me--Who are you? What are you playing? Go home and get your costume and then we could talk! he said.
In other words ... what's your position?
-- Christopher Cozier, in his new weblog, thinking about Lloyd Best
I was about to acknowledge him, but he held his hand up and said that he could not recognize me--Who are you? What are you playing? Go home and get your costume and then we could talk! he said.
In other words ... what's your position?
-- Christopher Cozier, in his new weblog, thinking about Lloyd Best
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