cecil taylor trio @ castle clinton - 7/29/04 ( for (e) shadow )
tell this dy /// nam is mos
useless blues & pinks
in mentus
this is daylight when we most need it when
there is no day left
this is river in a shadow
shadow against an even/ing when
tree become sky
no mental can the shadows stay this silent for so>long
the bricks that never saw the war they fought for
it is a yellow in the eye
useless magenta that crosses our lives
the sun is behind me the sun
it heats my neck
dy na mis mos contrarios
one immigrant says to another
i passed thru here (too)
vialavitsef feast & live
tale tail's tale to taste
aventus creatus rowldtercompat
the act of natural act of..................
i've come thru here too
the shadows never move
the trees & sky are one
glass & stone & steel a blding make
fingers make things happen
one immigrant says to another
glass stone & steel
are the building blocks of this world
trader trapped inside the gullum
is a wink the paper asleep
i crumble
in uniform your day begins
like this: shadows never move
sun behind your back
useless magenta
bricks that tell a tale
fingers make things happen
running spotlights cannot function before the nite arrives
it is really not the clock that determines transition
that crosses our lives
one immigrant says to another
it is when the sun crosses our backs like a river
a festival a world -
sonic tellin panic
when the light that was created
becomes the light that was invented
a bet earned a wise trade a gorge traversed
2( money is the (M) angle
we will not be fed by sunlight a loan
even now as evening turns snurt the concessions
no time for this/that it's obligat(o)ion 0bliGate
it's now dark it feels
one immigrant says to another
feel my neck it passed this way
this is no joke
privitize my sacrament it's cool now hands on it's cool now
the useless magenta adds to the piano's song
this world was built by hands
tree & sky no longer touch
the shadows have become a river
that does not flow
brick is what i call your face
i remain attached to my allegiance
tea is a drink for two (3)
this shifting desire is a wedge
between the clock & the hrs
clamusin tourista raditsula bo ard
such useless appendages these hands against the unmanacled day.
possessed
i am possessed
i definitely know now that i am possessed
by my/
self
we all have to pay eventually
for being on the guest-list
if i weren't here i'd have the tor-
ment of being some/where
else
even the dessert isn't any good
the water is about the only thing worth
tasting
i know now that i am possessed
posed
poised
posssed
perferated
a stones' throw away from a stone ('s)
throw
they took it down they
blew it up they took it down they blew it
up
Steven Dalachinsky: my name is steven dalachinsky i am a poet among other things who has lived in ny my entire life i have been battling mental illness for lack of a better term most of my life tho most find this hard to believe. i was hospitalized when young and put thru the ringer in many ways
Tim Martin Steven Dalachinsky Jason Heroux Colin Van Der Woude Anders
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