Steve Dalachinsky

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
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                                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