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steve dalachinsky | cecil taylor trio @ castle clinton 7/29/04

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Steve Dalachinsky | Photo: Peter Gannushkin

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
0bli / Gate
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.

steve dalachinsky nyc