Seeking The Cause !!!

March 12 2005,

I looked back into my diary today for this day. We went party-hopping and got back after few big-dogs of beer, shots of whisky, rum and some other drinks. My friend drives the car into hastings where I think we saw some kids from college who were returning the dvd of a movie called Pinero. The guy at the counter refused to lend it to us cos it was too late but after a lot of drunken persuasion he let us borrow the movie. None of us had an idea of what the movie was about and we were too fucked to care. We picked up more beer from the supermarket and got back home and played this movie on the projector. The movie was about a Puertorican poet who was amazing at reciting and writing poetry but was also a thief, a crack-cocaine addict, a gang banger and a hustler. Though he made money from his plays and poetry he blew it all on gambling and other things.....however, the passion with which he wrote and recited poetry won plenty of hearts in Newyork. Pinero died of alcholol overdose and many people believe that if he did not die of alcholol addiction, he would have died because of a robbery gone wrong, drug overdose or aids. The movie is definitely not for weak hearted people.


SEEKING THE CAUSE
"He was dead, he never lived, he died, he died.
Seekin the cause because he said he never saw the cause. But he heard the cause, heard the cryin of hungry ghettochildren, heard the warning from Malcolm,
heard the tractors pave new routes to new prisons. He died seeking the cause, seeking A cause. He was already dead, he never lived - uptown, downtown, crosstown - his body was found all over town.

Seeking the cause thinking the cause was 75 dollars gator shoes,
thinking the cause was sellin the white powder to black children,
thinking the cause was to be found in Gipsy Rose or JB´s or singing Doowops
in the park after some cheeba-cheeba.

He died seeking the cause, the cause was dyin seekin him,
the cause was dyin seekin him. He wanted a colour TV.
He wanted a silk on silk suit. He wanted the causes to come up like The Mets
and take the world series, he wanted, he wanted, he wanted, he wanted,
he wanted to want more want.

But he never gave, never gave, he never gave,
he never gave his love to his children, he never gave his heart to his people
and never did he ever give his soul to his people.
He never gave his soul to his people because he was busy seeking the cause.
Busy, busy perfecting his voice to harmonious the national anthem
with Spiro T. Agnew, busy perfecting his jive talk
so that his flankiness wouldnt show, busy perfecting his "Viva la policia" speech.

The cause was in his speech and the cause was in his skin,
and the cause was in his blood but he died, he died seekin the cause.
Seekin A cause.
He died deaf, dumb and blind and he died and never found his cause
because he never, you see, he never never knew - HE was THE CAUSE."

Miguel Pinero (1946-1988)