the personal memory architecture
cannot withstand the resulting pressure
of surface fact / foraging hands an echo closer
imitate shadows / wolf sirens sing closed circuit
hearts backscreen / rivers / then another part
of me sweptunder / fire music call / shes gone /
redclay ju ju answers dry words pickd from bone
late night faces settle in puffercoats
every cell a hidden forest
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 