Thursday, July 31, 2008
Drumspeak Comments
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I speak, you speak, we speak drum - on Sundays in the park, beside the roses.
People passing speak back, first with eyes of wanting, yet fear of entering the universal circle of language without syllables, without dictation of meters or rhymes, pushes them further away.
Some pause, some enter, inch closer then choose, then hold, then rub rhythm sticks,
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Renee Marie
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