A Gentleman's Agreement/Alphaville

He was looking for his valet on a paranoid rooftop when the wind bucked and he fell flat as a muse into the chubby coop of night where he found you for whom he had been looking found but by that time his mouth was a parachute you grabbed and used for your own, just so you could tell yourself, I love you, take me home

We accept these deteriorations as the whim of the Machine (I am so happy, something must be wrong, I am happening so much that I am stalling, breaking my pact with

simulations of the futures where mules keep thirstiest in their lazy lunge of a carriage, and the generous mistakes their bodies make to protect us from depending on them are so perfect you either have to forget or yearn. Forgetting and longing become the same thing like when you listen... Act like you know what's next, act like it's nothing. That's how you learn, by forgetting

Who sold us on the orchard, hold on, who gave us the weightless and imponderable bloom of either/or, who stays in the orchestra to play us silence, with no riddles, with nothing left to get rid of. Only a perfect gentleman, the kind with plenty of mules and one woman somewhere off in the distance criss/crossing her hands to divert his answer into a target which he will charge and miss on purpose and charge again. It's too perfect, you either have to look away or go blind toward it

Forgetting, anyone at all
who doesn’t chose you
is a quitter

Notice the flat affect it takes him to be hip shook me onto this hypocrisy and I almost dropped with it

You are a sensualist and a rebel

Why won't you come inside from their neglect

I Got a New Curve This Year

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Some Thoughts on Improvisation and Mastery

"The arts are not drugs, they are not guaranteed to act when taken"

The will and need to improvise, strengthened by the will and need to survive in a hostile environment, is perhaps the number one asset to black Americans as we master any craft. In sports, as in dance, as in film, as in music, as even in the most mundane act or gesture, our output is and refuses to be (still), jazz.

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The earliest known references to jazz are in the sports pages of various West Coast newspapers covering baseball's Negro League. The first is found in the Los Angeles Times on April 2, 1912, referring to Portland Beavers pitcher Ben Henderson:


BEN'S JAZZ CURVE. "I got a new curve this year," softly murmured Henderson yesterday, "and I'm goin' to pitch one or two of them tomorrow. I call it the Jazz ball because it wobbles and you simply can't do anything with it." As prize fighters who invent new punches are always the first to get their's.

Henderson's jazz ball apparently was not a success, as there are no known further references to it except for a brief mention in the Times the following day...

Everybody has come back to the old town full of the old "jazz" and they promise to knock the fans off their feet with their playing. What is the "jazz"? Why, it's a little of that "old life," the "gin-i-ker," the "pep," otherwise known as the enthusiasm. A grain of "jazz" and you feel like going out and eating your way through Twin Peaks. It's that spirit which makes ordinary ball players step around like Satchel and Robinson.

Freedom becomes a discipline

"JAZZ" ( and WE CHANGE the spelling each time so as not to offend either faction) can be defined, but it cannot be synonymized, not imitated. If there were another word that exactly expressed the meaning of "jaz," "jazz" would never have been born. A new word, like a new muscle, only comes into being when it has long been needed. This remarkable and satisfactory-sounding word, however, means something like life, vigor, energy, effervescence of spirit, joy, pep, magnetism, verve, virility ebullience, courage, happiness--oh, what's the use?--

Don't ask its meaning, ask its use

Honey in the Honeycomb: Remembering Lena Horne

Vaudeville Suite P. V/ Ego on a Half

How to Share a Memory

All the choreographer said was, don't act demure, and, as if your body is shredding, and at the heart of any disassembly, a reunion. Weather this condition is felt to be an affliction to the supreme happiness of love, is left to the subjective verdict of the person concerned, for example, the intermittency of wind seldom creates a problem, depending on what you collect, it's coming, for instance, the one in red is flailing, the in one yellow, standing still, though they are both looking at the same (each other) thing and shouting I cannot hear you for the thunder that you are

What's Really Food

Proxy in Blank/The Acoustics of a Coup P. IX

(Play both at the same time/Play them at once)






Field Notes
-Romance as a revolutionary weapon/people don't know where they heard it, but they heard it
A more simple way to say it is, you're looking from the dream
And those under the taboo of purity keep coming in as words (which ones) (I can't see them)
-There is nothing mystical about this operation, not the event itself, maybe the moment you became aware of it (those are rumors)
(people don't know where they hurt, but they hurt)
A more final way to say it is, shhhh....peaceful, get your silence together, wear it like an isle before a ceremony, after a sermon (cleared, crowded) (which one), the terror and terrible lure...a child must be spun around, by her father, or like her father, like a foil windmill wobbling in the hot excursion of how I got here, quickly, and played back in the streets, subways, parks, delirium, a stroboscope lit up like a harp in the sun-out at the rush hour, stammering as the currency in charge of how of the situation sounds, skeptical, we kept holding hands in the almost dark until the camera broke.
A little longer,
even