Mi Karnival of Papier-Mâché

Kenny Attaway

Description

Mi Karnival of Papier-mâché is an honest, intelligent and unapologetic memoir chronicling the life and times of Miyor Paul Toussaint who throughout his conquest to become great never gives up hopes of not only become a fashion designer, but a better being along the journey. The-mâché novel follows the life and times of the starving artist/fashion designer from his struggling in not so humble beginning in Haiti and finishing out the conquest in the great city of Paris, France. Aside from his journey out of Haiti into Paris to fulfil a lifelong dream, he must make peace with decisions and information unearthed and move his world towards change-including how to be a better friend The novel addresses the difficulties of becoming a welcomed black fashion designer, his on/off battles with various addictions (sex, drugs, and alcohol), but the world’s sometimes ugly reflections with inspiring and make changes along the way. Papier-mâché also explores the island of Haiti’s ongoing problems with being accepted by the rest of the world-as does Miyor. Astonishingly, regardless of the struggles and pains Miyor triumphs on and through the bright lights of Paris and beyond to become all there is to be- his way while on the road to the riches, ending with presenting to you with a ticket to his Karnival of mâché.
a little messy, but presentable.

Sujets

• Adventure
• Paris
• Fiction
• Action

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 21 décembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665578622
• Langue: English

Extrait

mi karnival of papier-mâché
 
+ la prettiest penny in Paris novelette + .
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Kenny Attaway
 
 
 
 


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Published by AuthorHouse 12/19/2022
 
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7861-5 (sc)
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ISBN: 978-1-6655-7862-2 (e)
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Contents
god, pour a little rum & suga over haiti 01
rabbit in a rum tuxedo 02
planes made of papier mâché 03
A Fat Bum 04
a karnival, the circus and a ferry 05
almost like….standing in stardust 06
kookies & kream for the koko rebellion 07
the scent of orange butterflies 08
flowers from the black market 09
mi carnival of papier mâché 10
sir-ching for mrs. sugaman 11
jimi santana & orange crème concepts 12
death by chocolate (ice cream riots) 13
devils wear prada, gods wear gucci 14
a sheep of a breed with a black face 15
an orange hermes bag filled with yesterday & tomorrow 16

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
mi karnival of papier-mâché
—la prettiest penny in Paris novelette —
la je vous remercie s—
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as always GOD is first
family & NAS.
every fashion designer, culinary artist, and inspiring artist of any genre
(Get your work to the world)
mi karnival of papier-mâché.
dedications/inspired by the late/great Patrick Kelly (September 24, 1954 – January 1, 1990) and so many before and after him of the fashion IND. This work of art is dedicated to the many African American males and females have placed a hand in the quilts and fabrics. It’s time the world recognized and gave proper love and respect. We are all under one quilt, but some have gotten their respect for cotton picking, hemming, tailoring and everything else that comes with this sometimes messy, but beautiful world of fashion. It’s time. Originally, I was inspired by many factors to write papier mâché out of my love for paper alone and all the wonderful that come about from cotton, paper, but like always the projects, thoughts, and motivations change. This is not Patrick Kelly’s story, but there are interpolations & threads of his life in this project. It would have been canned if I had not stumbled on articles on black designers plights and the many struggles associated with (forgot where), but Mr. Kelly (rest in power and beautiful cloth). Aside from Mr. Kelly and the other African American fashion designers, this project was inspired and motivated by culinary artist (chefs and bakers) and for the restless romantics, my love and understanding of the carnival, obsession with papier mâché changers, movers, shakers and great art and joy that comes from many different places around the world. This is what happens when hip hop meets rock, they marry and have beautiful pop and soulful children. Papier-mâché is just that.
papier-mâché- like a tag
Mi Karnival of Papier-mâché is an honest, intelligent and unapologetic memoir chronicling the life and times of Miyor Paul Toussaint who throughout his conquest to become great never gives up hopes of not only become a fashion designer, but a better being along the journey. The-mâché novel follows the life and times of the starving artist/fashion designer from his struggling in not so humble beginning in Haiti and finishing out the conquest in the great city of Paris, France. Aside from his journey out of Haiti into Paris to fulfil a lifelong dream, he must make peace with decisions and information unearthed and move his world towards change-including how to be a better friend The novel addresses the difficulties of becoming a welcomed black fashion designer, his on/off battles with various addictions (sex, drugs, and alcohol), but the world’s sometimes ugly reflections with inspiring and make changes along the way. Papier-mâché also explores the island of Haiti’s ongoing problems with being accepted by the rest of the world-as does Miyor. Astonishingly, regardless of the struggles and pains Miyor triumphs on and through the bright lights of Paris and beyond to become all there is to be- his way while on the road to the riches, ending with presenting to you with a ticket to his Karnival of mâché.
a little messy, but presentable.
the hugs & kisses of…papier-mâché.
As always first & foremost – always thank you and honor to the HIGHEST. Mi Karnival took years of research, thought processing and so many other things to carry out. But with prayer and gratitude – it was done. A papier mâché of hugs goes out to all the artist that inspire or inspired me on this project-(let it stick to you) As a child I was only inspired by hip hop music and the block, but as a man it has expanded to chefs, writers, poets, hip hop artist, stylist, architects, musicians, painters and various other artist – we paint, sculpture, rapture, sing, dance and change the world through art. I thank you all sincerely. To my family- with LOVE- whenever I am in creative mode – I can be difficult- but I can’t apologize for something I so love to do-just hope & pray I have you guys’ blessings and love. Being a creator is what god sent me to be. To Rabbit- daddy loves you and I hope you understand now- Chase positive passion/run to positive creative juices. To the supporters- please continue to support through not only reading -but spreading the word. This writing thingy hasn’t been easy at all. Sometimes I contemplate putting the pen, paper, USB, and computer away forever, but something in me won’t allow it, maybe it’s passion. To NASIR… thank you for the inspirations and wordplay. It constantly gives me hope and refuel to push go. To mom, RIP. I miss you dearly everyday all day. Thanks for inspiring me to pull and push deeper. That part of the hug makes the projects much more worthwhile.
 
god, pour a little rum & suga over haiti 01
but Papa refused to sale sugar due to believing it was the reason for the extension of slavery for Africans -aside from cotton. Papa rarely contradicted himself, but for a man that relied that much on sugar for baking and supplying his addiction –
suga over Haiti

Mi Karnival of love, confusion and papier-mâché was one hell of a ride. And like all journey’s, my carnival has had its ups and its downs. But through my memories fascination some things I will never forget. But it’s just like that for me, but most of us. Somethings we just won’t forget, like falling in love, our first child or having over a the top mindboggling fuck. That’s life- a combustion of memories that guides us through hardships and old age. One of my most disruptive memories was- pealing Papa ’s flesh and liquated bones from our stove, kitchen floors and walls. The scene playback in my mind like a favorite movie or lyric of my best song. Through the fire his strong soul held up, but his shrunk into little raisins. As Papa would always say “ Lespwa fè viv ( Hope makes one live). My papa was a strong resolute spirit and entity to baking, caring for me and pouring rum & suga over Haiti. I’d always hear him praying through the cracks for the “the Bondye or Gran Mèt” and his to our ancestor through LWA (also called loa or loi, are spirits in the African diasporic religion of Haitian Vodou.) Sometimes he’d pray and chant silently mumbling with crumbs falling from his mouth, other times he’d rush through prayer as if he had chili peppers foaming from his tongue. The prayers/chants were always simple. “For God to pour some sugar and rum on Haiti . He’d always pray for such things before bed and always as he baked. He loved chopping coconuts, buttering the pan and smelling up Haiti almost as much as God and prayer- it was his morning star. Baking would always take his mind off and away our harsh living conditions and unchanging situations. “Bondye vide sik ak wonm sou Ayiti. bondye vide sik ak wonm sou Ayiti” -He’d always persuade me to pray, but it took a long time for me to believe in God or that our ancestors become “God like.” And that whenever in need they’d come in to take part in our lives at once. Nevertheless, life in Haiti was the everything of nothing. I grew up confused and with a pocketful of ash roses. If life were a precious flower, it died before nostrils found its scent. Papa’s brownies, French cakes and Coconut pies crumbs were never enough. The pastries were strong, but not strength of to inspire to forget my momma leaving me and my father walking away. The pies didn’t have the ingredients to shit out my father abandoning me for European whores and never having anything to show for. Papa and I lived in a small one-bedroom mud-hut a few blocks from Port-au-Prince , in earthquake ravished town, Cité Soleilp- pronounced “completely fucked up ”. Cité Soleilp residents and nearby never complained of the conditions overtly , but we knew we were poor & confused by the sincerity /sadness in and of our prayers. What we’