Steve Dalachinsky | Photo: Peter Gannushkin

Cecil Tayor – Derek Bailey Duo @ Tonic 5/3/00

as if he were playing the music on his skin

hair tangled wire

case made orange in black orbit of choices

sympathetic cord red i cu lous in conjunction with dynamic

snap the
way wrists refuse to bend
as if my ears were the changes addressed

don’t make up what’s right in front of you hot mustard
salad
BITTER chorus’ soured candy broken
heart
not yet thru the sketches & the scribe’s already in my BLOOD

feet of buzzards waiting in head
pounding eyes
saying Come to Me come TO mE (wish i had
a camera

that could make people real)

tripping over organic step
having less choice than will/string allows incarnate
rooted in bulb
keep “I” out of
rational choices
because museums allow such a thing

as if played the mass
your pockets full o’ theories
the basic combination of movements
the eventual ride home
sealed walls unhinged

if i never saw that face again
i would blessit take the juice away (improvise within
the vocabulary
& fleece the sadly rumor of
the particular language
but the time for invention is never gone
you are speaking)
& thrives it like an old tongue
thru an intricate series of bailed canals

it’s a basin in here a self-created cistern of dark
was L i gh t once
a bowl of delectable condiments
even now with temperaments awash & the whole meal sampled
for FREE.

steve dalachinksy nyc @ tonic 5/3/00