Ds
Bluelight Crew
Dear Birmingham,
When I think of you I think of trains, long rusty trains. Thundering thru downtown carrying the raw materials for the making of steel. The hollow whistles blowing visceral images of lonliness and yearing to the core of my being i love the drama of that feeling, a feeling of desire and refret at the same time.
They call you the "magic city", supposedly because you sprang up overnight, as the result of being the only place in the world where all the elements for making steel could be found in a ten mile radius. You started out as an industrial boomtown and have graduated into a medical marvel, a place of healing, the raw materials of education, research and world class medicine. stroking a new fire, creating a new industry of hope and perservence.
You have perserved through years of industrial pollution and racial tension that haunts us still in pop culture references and tired cliche, assumtions of strife that earmarked you for disdain. You are a wound that has healed but been torn open and healed again and again until the flexible scab of your pain has become beautific, and your past exonerated.
You have had to raise your head above the hokey fried green tomatoe shuck and jive of our countrys' prejudice towards your past mistakes, but raise your head yo can, for you haved moved onward.
I love you for your museums, the Birmingham museum of art is one of the finest regional musems in the country and your civil rights institute is an incredible monument to understanding the past and moving forward. The cusine available is unique and timeless you are a giant small town where one runs into ones friends often. You are the kind of rarity where starngurs of all races ice take time to converse with one another in an inimitable southern way.
The quality and vibrancy of your arts cummunity is galvanizing, little jewels of theatre,dance, music, writing, and visual art everywhere. A plethora of creativity that surprises and charms even the most jaded of observers.
I love you Birmingham because you are where I'm from and where I came back to after leaving to "find myself", of course I only found myself when I returned to my home my heart, the heart of dixie.
Your Birmingham Native.
Drew
When I think of you I think of trains, long rusty trains. Thundering thru downtown carrying the raw materials for the making of steel. The hollow whistles blowing visceral images of lonliness and yearing to the core of my being i love the drama of that feeling, a feeling of desire and refret at the same time.
They call you the "magic city", supposedly because you sprang up overnight, as the result of being the only place in the world where all the elements for making steel could be found in a ten mile radius. You started out as an industrial boomtown and have graduated into a medical marvel, a place of healing, the raw materials of education, research and world class medicine. stroking a new fire, creating a new industry of hope and perservence.
You have perserved through years of industrial pollution and racial tension that haunts us still in pop culture references and tired cliche, assumtions of strife that earmarked you for disdain. You are a wound that has healed but been torn open and healed again and again until the flexible scab of your pain has become beautific, and your past exonerated.
You have had to raise your head above the hokey fried green tomatoe shuck and jive of our countrys' prejudice towards your past mistakes, but raise your head yo can, for you haved moved onward.
I love you for your museums, the Birmingham museum of art is one of the finest regional musems in the country and your civil rights institute is an incredible monument to understanding the past and moving forward. The cusine available is unique and timeless you are a giant small town where one runs into ones friends often. You are the kind of rarity where starngurs of all races ice take time to converse with one another in an inimitable southern way.
The quality and vibrancy of your arts cummunity is galvanizing, little jewels of theatre,dance, music, writing, and visual art everywhere. A plethora of creativity that surprises and charms even the most jaded of observers.
I love you Birmingham because you are where I'm from and where I came back to after leaving to "find myself", of course I only found myself when I returned to my home my heart, the heart of dixie.
Your Birmingham Native.
Drew
