From l to r: Alex, Ricky, Chance, and Noah
It’s not very often that I’ll find myself gushing over something that’s really abysmal, but I can’t help but love it anyway. Some might point to my adoration of the Spice Girls, in which case I’d say, “Fuck off! They’re one of the greatest girl groups of all time!” without batting an eyelash. But this particular “guilty pleasure” is a show that doesn’t exactly have any distinguishing merits except that it dared to expose the underground truth of Black queer life…whether that goal was accomplished with any kind of success is up for debate.
I’m talking, of course, about a little known two-season show on LOGO called Noah’s Arc. In it, we follow the lovesick, intrepid Noah on his quest for artistic freedom, sexual fulfilment, and everlasting romance. Along the way, we’re introduced to his close-knit circle of friends with their overtly cliché characteristics and flaws… so full of hubris Sophocles would have a heart attack.
Forgive me if I wax a bit poetic today. There’s an itch in my fingers that can only be sated with a trip through poetry’s universe. It’s been quite some time since I last wrote here, so yes, this may seem a bit brash on my part. But there’s something quite unreal about this woman.
From the way your smallish breasts poke inelegantly from her button down shirts, to the crisp line in the crack between her soft lips form when she’s speaking, Hanifah Walidah has managed to impress me as something more than just a poet, more than just an activist. She is a woman who imparts her knowledge with nothing more than her presence.
Ms. Walidah is an entrancing spectacle. She’s completely unassuming, remarkably unremarkable. However, there’s something about the steady drumbeat of her voice, the sharp cadence in her hands, which has impressed me. From the moment I saw her I was instantly in love. Her movements were so simple, so human. Her attitude towards humanity was so warm and wholesome. She managed to encapsulate everything I wanted to learn about love and hand it to me in a package made of brown wax paper and soft string.