This Author Will Inspire You To Reevaluate The Meaning of Your Human Existence
Read excerpts from JoeKenneth’s book in which he confronts the core reality of his human existence after suffering a tragic loss - along with affirmations that’ll be sure to prompt self love.
Among the multitude of New York City artists is Joekenneth Museau, a creator who possesses the innate ability to weave his life with his work and as a result has produced an oeuvre that lives, breathes and inspires. Of Haitian heritage, Museau’s vision was shaped by New York, the city where he was raised.
In present-day as a poet who continues to tell stories through stunning visuals and powerful words, Museau has been able to marry the two in his HBO short film and book, ‘Days After Your Departure’ - a memoir about a man who struggles to find the meaning of his existence after losing his mother.
In this book we follow Museau as he questions and steps out to find who he is supposed to be.
Read excerpts from JoeKenneth’s book in which he confronts the core reality of his human existence after suffering a tragic loss - along with affirmations that’ll be sure to prompt self-love.
I’m unable to convey in detail, neither with a date nor hour, when alcohol and I made a pact, nor when I realized that we’d formed a longing for each other’s company. But shortly after my mother’s death, my sorrow revealed itself in the form of hundred dollar bar tabs. In my room bottles decorated the length of my bed like sidewalk vigils memorializing the many times that i’d been laid to rest.
On any given evening, whiskey, wine or whatever other spirits loitered on the surface of my tongue as I slept face down; my liver, a victim of domestic abuse for nearly two years. Still, it stuck with me, like Jesus grabbing the wheel all those times I flirted with the possibility of nonexistence.
I imagine that he pleaded with his Father repeatedly because he too knows the trauma of losing a friend. And so I rose, each day, a more blasphemous Lasarus, gradually seeing God’s image blurred to the point of obscurity. The mirror no longer showed the visage of a momma’s boy. Instead, its reflection was that of a wayward, Fatherless man.
My mirror thanked me today.
For the first time in years
We complimented each other
on how good we looked
And how my heart beats better
when running on blessings
This is self service.
I’m gassed up on affirmation.
My body isn’t ready to be roadkill.
We still have miles to go
My confidence no longer changes
And I live a life that is golden.
I truly believe my royalty.
You son of a Queen!
You Shine brighter than Con Edison
Your light, courtesy of the Elohim
I am divine.
Directed by Sam Snead of WANP