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3 KERNELS

 

 

contumelious aching

hands

hug

the

memory

of his only

selfmade drum

\ NOW

incredible beats

are

cracked shell

& flop skin

dry scraping glory barren

 

 

 

 

this winter wears

a black leather

cruiser jacket

&

Mr. Hawk

drives

the fast ice wind

 

 

 

 

?

/ synchronism \

last dollar

given

to horizontal beggar

at

the

gallery

of

my first

art exhibition

 

 

 

copyright 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About a. edward watkins

With the exception of 2 years study of western music theory and harmony- I am a self taught percussionist, writer and abstract painter. Not your drummer boy drummer - not your writerly writer nor the painterly painter. Creativity is an integral aspect of my existence - as it is for us all - in some form or another. My experiences in life have informed and shaped my world view profoundly. I am the disrupter - the never quite satisfied - the relentless creator of word, sound and image. I question the answers and question the questions.

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