Lally's Alley

just another ex-jazz-musician/proto-rapper/Jersey-Irish-poet-actor/print-junkie/film-raptor/beat-hipster-"white Negro"-rhapsodizer/ex-hippie-punk-'60s-radical-organizer's take on all things cultural, political, spiritual & aggrandizing

Thursday, April 23, 2020

ONCE

me (in glasses), old friend artist Paul Harryn, and my oldest son, Miles, when he was still a teenager, in Santa Monica sometime in the later 1980s?

Lally at 2:06 PM

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About Me

Lally: MY LIFE 2

When I was 10,
I thought I was "Irish,"
even though I was
born in the USA.

When I was 20,
I thought I was "Black,"
even though my skin
is pink & freckled,
my hair is straight,
and I have no
African ancestry.

When I was 30,
I thought I was "queer,"
even though I was
married and had
two children, and
most of my fantasies
& obsessions & com-
pulsions & attractions
were and had always
been (up until then)
about women.

When I was 40,
I thought I was a
"movie star," even
though the movies
were terrible, and
I was terrible in
them, and almost
no one knew them,
or who I might
have been in them.

When I was 50,
I thought I was
"enlightened," even
though I wasn't.

But of course I was
and am—enlightened,
as I was and still am
—an Irish-Black-
Queer-Movie-Star.

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Thursday, April 23, 2020

ONCE

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