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A story being –

continuing to unfold

further tellings spring forward wages pages

flowing strong like a stallion’s winning piss stream –

 

the cast we mold future for they will stand upon our

shoulders’ totem we sound system gleaning digment

all pigments emotive motion blows syncopate stretch

hot axes never wait mi cadre blast aural reshape scapes

beatific homage paid my Father’s many Ridge Avenues

in cities of a far gone world

 

peekaboo /

we made it thru

 

\ full constant

sonic intent

learn – forget – indent

dependability in the clutch

decades as boatman rowing life river rough

I carved from elder craft knowledge

brewing in sentient stellar cores becoming

other mothers’ daughters

other fathers’ sons

 

 

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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