| FOR C.L.R.JAMES (1901-1989) The World is only a crazy concoction of
all our most frenzied dreams played out
on a cricket field. An intricate history
of desires fighting their graceful & clumsy
way toward the Goal. Only the play is what
we REALLY came to see & join in on. That &
the exhilarating movement of the players gliding
like aristocratic birds in flight
O great seer & prophet of the Real
we miss your scintillating ideas of the Present
We miss your scholastic & Jazzy tone poems to the
Future. We miss your spaceage theories of this very
moment oscillating in our everyday historical memory.
C'mon back & play with us some more!
We need your amazing skill & ancient widom
We need your brilliant logic & sci-fi insight
We need your limitless truth & quirky understandings
We need you out here on the edge of our liberated lives
way out here "beyond a boundary" |  THE MELODY NEVER STOPS is a luminous zone like the haze of a spotlight
in a jazz club or the beam of the cursor flying across the
terminal screen of a new guide to the apocalypse. Here are new voices and
modes, scary supposings about what reality is in a world hidden from itself
by "communication." -Lorenzo Thomas |