Now a manifesto, now jazz, now a love lyric; through these voiceprints of language now the witness takes a stand. Another stirs the mischief of the multitudes within each vibrating body of this vast and trembling We.
The point? Only this. Create a landscape wide enough to hold the simultaneous becoming dance of each and all, from the last beginning to the next. Any tent will tear against the strain.
But what do you need? Only to feel tended to and left well enough alone. You might try taking scissors to these pages, and then make a world to hold.
To hold us? That too.
What are you doing? This art is simply a protest. Against the dying off.
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“Voiceprints of language” is a phrase June Jordan once used to describe poetry.
