omit the references
&
forget
the coulds woulds shoulds
they don’t mean shit
close to a cure for happiness
that’s
what
down
to
one
last
rectify
here
colors went sub bass
woofer
rains
ago
&
jazz murdered true blue
on thirty third street
place me in
your
breakfront cabinet
of
provincial collectors
call
me
your
own
(c)aewatkins2017
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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.
A.EDWARD WATKINS 