September 25, 2011

Sun Ra Sunday


Resist me -------
Make me strong.
Resist me -------
Make me strong.
For since I cannot be what you will
I shall always be that much more so
What I will.
Resist me -------
Repulse my dreams
Thus is a spark brought from nothing . . . .
Stone rubbed against stone
Upon the thirsty grass,
Dried and baked by a burning sun . . . . . . .
Then suddenly: flame.
Flame feeding flame.
. . . Now, nothing is the same:
The stones are blackened -------
The grass is ashes
The burning is still no less itself
But all else is changed
Nor ever shall be as it was before.

--Sun Ra (1966)

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