Dub Is Jazz

Dub

Early in the morning we'll be startin' out Some honeys will be coming along We're loading up our woody With our boards inside And headin' out singing our song At Huntington and Malibu They're shooting the pier At Rincon they're walking the nose We're going on safari to the islands this year So if you're coming get ready to go Let's go now Everybody's learning how Come on now Come on now They're anglin' in laguna in Cerro Azul They're kicking out in Dohini too I tell you surfing's mighty wild It's getting bigger every day From Hawaii to the shores of Peru Let's go now Everybody's learning how Come on now Come on now

Dawn after the Seventh Sun Gaia breathes again Leaves of the sibyl blown into chaos I, Piyadassi, beloved of the gods… Lacuna in inscription Civilisation faded into unknowns A shapeless void Bamiyan Buddha, eyes gouged out LAYS amongst potshards, Face up in DUST CLOUDS. The sound of Dub vibrations from the universe’s creation Yoni Khôra, receptacle of all possible being Divine craftswoman arranges atoms Space is the canvas Caligraphy of biographies I love walking through the cleansing breeze Picking up leaves Apothecary on the heath We’ll meet at the VnA then head to the Tate, That place is my heaven. Unreachable staircase The pieces give me moments of experience I reflect on the glass A ghost RESIDES in this box, you can’t see it but it is there Buy a cheap pen from the gift shop Note your SACRED dreams on the back of the flyer Scrawl in the margins when space runs out. The shape of your life yet to come. Prakriti leads wandering purusha TO the dance OF freedom. “I tell you the excellency of the present moment is dance Master the movements within the grid Find those moments of freedom in the grid Then Escape from the grid!” Looming tantra out of sutras, Thunder Queen slays the chaos that blocks the path. She who brings light, beckons me onwards “Take the leap, Injunctions can’t be falsified” But darkness engulfs the moon I cannot continue, I fear the unknown, Trembling above the precipice I’d rather rest amongst the ruins send me home! I last saw you by the crossroads Under the bells of Saint Pauls Setting forth to Bifröst Glistening in the all embracing sun But your eyes were covered I looked away, cowered We didn’t speak I ASSUMED time was endless All I have now is an image Which I struggle to recall Days when we discussed trends and colour theory blending Illustrations, sketchbooks croquis spiralled onto tables, buying material Dreams of trespassing the four great cities and the afterparties Whilst drinking beer that spilled over Amongst Melodious noise of glasses and jukebox samples in a pub long since closed our home town “Cheers, I owe you one!” “How did you get into the arts?”, [bring up the tone, fast pace, capture] “I wanted it, I just signed up and I did it” “You know, I rate that so much” “You need to just do it!” An old man emerged from amongst the passersby Whispered in my ear I was ripped out of everyday life Chaos encircled rattling I shook and screamed across the infinite universe I am alone We never SHARED goodbyes What is the point of those profound days when everything decays? I heard your call and IMMEDIATELY RUSHED to guide you When you ploughed the cursed earth I was Bhumi in the dust The locks of my hair dispelled the darkness When you know that death is the end, you truly learn to live, Make your dreams real Learn to play that tune The ghosts don’t want to hear you weepING Visit those sacred places again for me WHERE MY FEET CAN NO LONGER WANDER I’ll be waiting at the giftshop Everytime you open a new page…

Dub IS Jazz