Jan 20, 2016
A time comes when silence is betrayal And that time has come for us
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A time comes when silence is betrayal And that time has come for us
Sister, brother, and those others of you unduly impressed with the bustle of ... civilization... oink ... what if I was to tell you that the same ones who make tall buildings and straight streets also, cause mangled dreams and hopeless twisted lives... Mama may have, papa may have, but god bless the child that’s got his own, whose got his own...
But what if the understanding is itself a function of the imagination and must itself be checked. Poetry is the highest verbal art, the place where this interplay of creativity and rule, manifests itself in such a way as to prove the capacity for the supersensual to assert itself—
...All praises due to the sun and the sun's sun. All praises due to the doctrine. All praises due to the leader. All praises due to the organization. All praises due to the value system, the indestructible Nguzo Saba: Seven is One and One is Seven. All praises due the advocates of Kawaida. (repeat.)
Well, see, until we get our own alternative superstructure, until we are able to do all that. Until we are able, not only to make it, but to produce it, and distribute it, and have some institutional kinda presence in the arts, of which we are among the masters of the planet, forever, then we're always gonna be exploited, or twisted, or made into prostitutes. And I'm not the first one to say that. ... you see. So that's the gig; not because I'm a separatist or anything, but because no one will let you do your thing, or be yourself, except you.
Let your music forever be heard.
... I used to sort of kill off my characters, and I, I'm not really doin that anymore. You know, they have to go on; they have to find a way to live with who and what they are, now more than in the past. I see it on tv too.
Jazz resounded through the vaults of St. Paul's Church today, celebrating the 20th century mass, with the aid of a four-man jazz combo. The reverend called the service very reverent, very impressive, very moving. In his sermon, father treasure made no direct allusion to his innovation but spoke on the theme, god is not only, or primarily interested, in religion.
