sidebrow

cecil taylor trio @ castle clinton 7/29/04

(for (e) shadow)



tell thisdy /// namismos


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


dynamismoscontrarios


one


immigrant says to another


i passed thru here


(too)




vialavitseffeast&live


tale tail’s taletotaste


aventuscreatus


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 winkthe paperasleep


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 festivala


world-




sonictellinpanic


when the light that was created


becomes the light that was invented


a bet earneda wise tradea gorgetraversed




2(moneyis the(M) angle


we will not be fed by sunlightaloan


even now as evening turnssnurt the concessions


no time for this/thatit’s obligat(o)ion


0bliGate


it’s now dark it feels




one immigrant says to another




feel my neckit passed this way


this is no joke


privitize my sacrament it’s cool nowhands onit’s cool now


the useless magentaadds 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 theclock & the hrs


clamusintouristaraditsulaboard




such useless appendages these handsagainst the unmanacled day.