Tuesday, April 5, 2016

What happened as we were traversing the whole heaven

 is that the imagination lost its power to sustain us/  It now adheres to what is real    and unless we are what is real    it forfeits us   in this transaction    and  we become    the other we must contend with in delight and in suffering    as a kind of competition    between what we believe   and what we perform

There is a petty needle in Art Blakey's   arm     he imagined   it there       today   you may hear the sound of   intermittent    gunfire     and   be asked    to   laugh     at the blackness of blacks    methodically   on   that   actual  bicycle