Analog Soul: Ode to the Ark of History

 

#1) In the Fountain of Now

Clap your hands, stomp your feet!!
In the jungle brother!
–James Brown

in the beginning
of the end, in the fountain
of now, where youth
is the eternal exuberance
of expression
choreographed
to the sound
of breaks
extended on
phonographs
I once telegraphed rhythms
purposely
abrupt
cutting in, out—
between scenes
of sound
& silence,
ambition
& ambivalence…
sermonizing
the psalms
of drums
in the cadence of heartbeats
with rhythmic instinctions
transcending the trek
of life. it’s all a mystic brew
of rhythms spun from
constant conjures cooking
in the cauldron
of old record
crates
creating concertos
of the crossfader
with coaxing
diminuendo…counterpoint
…& crescendo, making
music from noise wandering
amidst the voices
in the margins
lingering
like echoes, refined
by time.

 

#2) In the Tongues of Talking Drums

“History is never silent, it reminds us again and again and again, that we live its presence in every part of our life every day.”
–Paul D. Miller (aka DJ Spooky)
Everyday is the big playback: listening
to ex libris
excerpts & excursions in aural alchemy enjambed

& juxtaposed within the soul vibrations of lingua
franca conjured in incantations of rhythm, connecting

us to the continuum of lost & found moments
spliced by
the metronome of memory into the digitized

diary of the mind where our analog souls
segueway
onto the ark of history in the making, rehearsing

& conversing in tongues of talking drums
versed in
hieroglyphics & a tapestry of folk-tales.