reinventing music
inverting eardrums
reinvigorating sound passages
passages
pass ages
ear-th sages
outer-edge warriors
ripping through rhythms
re-encoding societies
weaving unknown patterns
raising the thoughts that liberate
and protect
humans of the higher mantra –
brothers – solid rock of ages
pioneers of energy tonality symbiosis (poets)
audio-art healers
lifting the surrounding air
smashing the demonic duppies
a rage of righteousness
and lovingkindness
lifting the surrounding bodies
through omni-dimensional
space – time
ultimate harmonic flight
directed by Spiritual guidance systems
this is the music of thinking
nurturing the dance of reason and revelation –
Soul futurism –
the grand, multidisciplinary
vibrational vessel of ascendancy
instrumental musical prayers
for a world in overdrive
September 2nd, 2007
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i absorbed the
sweat
from Art Blakey’s
hand
felt the bebop
on Dizzy’s shoulder
ran from a giant
known as
Dexter Gordon
ate watermelon
with Sun Ra
in the back room
while discussing
alphabetic equations
this shrine
forever lives
in my mind –
it will ever exist
in between logical,
architectural lines
and historic designs
the Art Ensemble of Chicago
offered new levels
and degrees of light
through sound
Baird Hersey’s band,
The Year of the Ear
filled the cranium
with ballitstic Jazz-Funk
unheard of
to this day
Jack DeJohnette
and Arthur Blythe
ushered in
Future Traditions
of tonal precision –
audio-revelations
of refined
time and spirit
incantations
and, oh, the Soul Food
for the body, mind,
and Spiritual energy
this shrine
forever lives
in my mind –
its star-lit ceiling
and its special feeling
will ever exist
in between logical,
architectural lines
and historic designs
Horace Silver, Chico Freeman,
Woody Shaw, and Johnny Griffin
were also among the great ones
who baptized me with a rhythmic, cosmic welcome
at the Famous
(The Famous Ballroom, Charles Street)
September 2nd, 2007
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“110 Death Records Found for Eric James in US”
-from google search on internets
eric james is dead
i killed him before
you had a chance to
he died happy
he died writing himself
into existence poetically
as the shitstem constantly
tried to write him
out of existence
he died singing the
Rasta Man Chant
with Bob Marley
he died ringing out
Mt. Zion Bells
with Wingless Angels
he died in the warmth
of Sun Ra
he died smiling
with Miles Davis
he died revolutionizing
with LeRoi Jones
he died, as neo-Babylonians
Frankensteined Amerrykkka
he died moving on up
with Curtis Mayfield
he died with the
Creator’s Master Plan
channeled by Leon Thomas
he died with the imagination
of John Lennon
he died in the supreme love
of John Coltrane
he died after finally reading
“Immediatism,”
essays by Hakim Bey
he died feeling the kosmic rhythms
of Tony Williams
he died with the dignity
of Thelonious Sphere Monk,
straight, no chaser
he died in the Electric Sky Church
of Jimi Hendrix
he died trying to keep
Mumia Abu-Jamal alive
he died rejecting the lies
of his everyday working class environment
he died not worrying about
the nuclear myocardial perfusion studies
he died a Spirit –
an atavistic Soul-Being
never having lost his nexus
to AEthiopia and Kemet
and to the aboriginal human ancestors
of the Earth
he died with the laid-back, one-drop coolness
of Augustus Pablo
he died for the people,
committing revolutionary suicide
with Huey P. Newton
he died with the art-vision manifestations
of Jean-Michel Basquiat
he died knowing his fate
and his date with the state
like Ken Saro-Wiwa
he died having his music arrested
like Fela Anikulapo Kuti
he died understanding/overstanding
the characteristics of lying, shape-shifting, invader-racists
and amerrykkkan-anti-New World two-faced
hypocrite comrade assimilated fascists
he died without concern
for the compassion of heathen barbarians
he died an underground poet,
a literary Harriet Tubman,
belligerent like Tupac Shakur
he died knowing
the full spectrum of niggerness –
from black to white,
from white to black,
from back to front,
from front to back
and all angles and colors
between
he died pondering the questions
of The Celestial Answer
as evoked in the Spirit-flow
of William Hooker and Lee Renaldo
he died having learned
lessons of the mind
through the bass lines
of Jaco Pastorius
he died, swayed by the aura
of Charles Mingus
he died without want
of the locked and loaded world
of words,
weapons,
warlords,
waywardness,
warehousing,
whores,
or wages of sin
he died within the allness
of the willing and the weak
and the two tongues
of broken speak
he died in the allness
of new worlds and schemes,
and nightmares, and daydreams
he died in the allness
of cults and commodities,
madness and morality,
partiality and totality,
and ever amorphous realities
he died in the allness
of fascism and freedom,
generosity and greedom
he died on tour with Rod Serling
through the Twilight Zone
he died in the allness
of progress and regress
among the best of the worst
and the best of the best
he died telling the truth
and running with George Seldes
he died an ultimate anarchist –
a conforming non-conformist,
linear and non-linear
kosmic traveler,
abstrakt drummer,
loyal to everyone and no one
for the benefit of absolute Oneness
lover of everything Soulful and harmonious
in the ever expansive universe
devout agent of allness
a trooper for truth and rights
transcendent of all tribes
a traitor to no thing
trading only ideas
and musical vibrations,
betraying no being
he died, a target of
economic censorship
triumphant in his discipline
to be happy and survive
having found a love
to keep him alive
he died intoxicated
by the moment of living
he died celebrating life,
dying only to live
he lived teaching that trees
are the hair of the Earth
he lived, ever discovering providence
he lived as mineral,
plant,
and mammal,
a recycled satellite
of the Creator
he lived for life,
died through death of flesh,
ever the student of what is eternally suspect,
honoring the everlasting mysteries
with never ending respect,
humble always to that which only angels can protect,
as all are in perpetual flux
with the Natural laws of opposites
he lived, a gnostic,
knowing his place,
embraced
by
infinite space,
black like him
(c7867 Kushite/2001-2007)
September 2nd, 2007
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