Author Archives: d.perry

‘Snead asserts “[i]n black culture, the thing (the ritual, the dance, the beat) is ‘there for you to pick it up when you come back to get it’. If there is a goal in such a culture, it is always deferred; it continually ‘cuts’ back to the start…” (Snead, 67). While Ra’s science may be an advance, it is still done with the notion of the “cut” in mind; one of Sun Ra’s goals is to ultimately transport black people back to a time before the taint of the white society on black culture, and the new science helps accomplish this.

In contrast, white science, represented by the two men from NASA, only has advancement in mind, without acknowledging the importance of the past. This illustrates the difference between the two cultures that Snead details in his piece when he says “[i]n Eurpoean culture, repitition must be seem to be not just circulation and flow but accumulation and growth” (Snead, 67).’

https://www.musicandliterature.org/features/2019/5/22/time-is-the-thing-a-body-moves-through-by-t-fleischmann-excerpt

https://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2017/03/steven-mnuchin-lego-batman-movie/520782/

https://www.bps.org.uk/research-digest/sharing-article-makes-us-feel-more-knowledgeable-even-if-we-havent-read-it

https://docs.google.com/document/u/0/d/1V6VfC4TX1jppl-GHin-91q7ZTG3fq6__rYKCR7QtGXI/mobilebasic?fbclid=IwAR00KsKNSiV3hd2D3ikz_j-2sxEI3OLaggUgCyrhOKBrv3fFI4ex7AhX2uY

To Recuperate Our Cosmic Inheritance

I don’t want to be another silent casualty of time.

This body, floating like a sheet in the wind
filling out baggy clothes but underneath empty.

Invoked in a cloak of your own mystery.
Plasticine internecine creeping like hemlock leaves.
Rain catcher redundancy
rots the only, call of the lonely
slaughter in the stony sky.

Sword stuck in the sheath.
Silver liquid drumming mercury.
I need the sound of un-sheath,
the slickness of metal unbecoming.

And so,
Seized by the heat of the meteor
that was your hand
that held
the heat.

I’d do anything to forget.
I’d do anything to remember
it clearly now.

And in the wake of constant crisis
it is always surprising how much beauty this world holds
and how such a small body can hold too so much sorrow.

How much rain must I borrow?