steve dalachinsky - (evan parker @ the stone 10/13/09)

dots
(evan parker @ the stone 10/13/09)

set 1 (w/ cyril baptiste)
disconnecting the dots

the idea is to disconnect the dots
deep/throat the gong-a-limbs
thru scat-loops echoing metals
melding of fractions / simultaneous monologues
inter-national enveloping esthetic
perhaps the shaking off of parallels
slight vibration & busy percussion
paddle-odium minor pandemonium moan-ium
shades of scrape-forge
neo-generated messticuffs
hot blood mingling with cool reserve
tenorocities & tambourine dance
like a horde of mad cicadas
rhythmic pitted against arrhythmic multiples
& there go those birds again
meeting dense air with their clatter & chatter
blood that flows thru the dreamer’s cheeks
disembodied voices made whole thru the berimbau’s shimmer
& here we all are froze in tropics
optical allusions
high above the bottom of the trees
thunder crunched brain-things
brew web transparencies
clap – a – clap – a – clap ah pop a - clap – a – clapper
connecting dots disconnecting dots then putter sputter
will-o-the-brush & slide & glide uncloaked &
what comes from one ritual & another
paddle-wheeling the ancestors down the thames
the hudson the amazon the nile from credible to incredible
power & mystery
fried by contemporary antiquity.

set 2 (w/ chris corsano & nate wooley)

reconnecting the dots

in the E-ZONE
froze vibrating combinations omni- here-encies
leverages cantilevered
dropped in the cap of severe union
there gurge in the statement
no stalemates just jubilation
ordinance pre-ordinance ordination
cherubering in high/lows abstracted
tracking revolutions & here-goes-oh-went
with ergo the tremulous 0 @ its tremendously best
sidefraturing delvemed protractions
less insula or out more on overtaking understood
come no prepare thyself for foresight
groundwork illumined the basis for dialogues
(o)vert(ically) in a mostly horizontal place
- it’s older than you think –
conceptual thinking connecting the dots
seeing one’s fate fall off the band wagon
(stand) dangerously close to the edge of the
(g)rim of the whirld
live the trimmerendorous climb

motions an exhaled wind (ow)
with a view of the climbers
pulling bits of silences from precipitous
heights – cheerio the meal’s afall o reckoning
here the boat’s let loose down stream
& thru the rapids – then free falls o’er the falls
the top the peakless o’er it’s light & lamp
& end the plunge as it prevails
its cohesion amongst a spillage of dots.


dalachinsky nyc 10/13/09