an 8 martini moment
scat loose the woo snaps
do triplet
matter barrel rolls
arctic to a kisspunt
acoustic polyphonies
churn redclay ritmos
for this listening
/
rare centercut
backseat
frenemy
impress my
impassive me
/
low such junctions
meet at twin roundels
in sabotaged
triangular space
/
redbrick
Brooklyn walls
involved in this process
breathe
/
the rivers are us
swoosh
bye’d
our eyes
aewatkins(c)2020
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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 