Are you a member of an elite?
Has the civil war really ended?
It's still so disorienting/liberty?
Who are we? Again, this morning?
In the evening whole families play and sing for fun
It's miscellaneous in a deliberate way. We have fewer and fewer real heroes with the illusion of less and less to resist, but they don't shoot us when we're singing.
We sing in pursuit of phantoms and call it hip... and what is hip? It used mean a kind of ease and moral authority in the face of all sorts of bullshit... Therefore the coolest dude in the room was like a Miles Davis... he's black, he dresses really well, he knows what the shit is, he's not into the bullshit, he has soul and clout, a dance intelligence, a music intelligence, the most explicit silence--- broken and shredded by sirens and the sound of his bloodied woman running naked into the yard to greet them /when blame is obsolete/falling in love again She didn't even blame him as her knees buckled toward the dewy morning, lights the color of the flag reflecting in her golden skin,
