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jaki byard is a sociologist. he is concerned with the “evident incalculability in human action.” if a pattern were to emerge it would only be in refits and restarts, “the sudden rise at a given tune” that keeps withdrawing. his hesitation is a singularity that becomes our engine. our engine is that continual propulsive chant that can’t be said alone. the history of the ones who go off by themselves to make us say it

What gives you the right to love black music, this irruption out of and into catastrophe?
How are you justified in claiming these pleasures, in their terribleness, between
the impossibility of redress and the marked-up, marked-down, brutally
inscribed, viciously discounted remains
of the ones who, in spite of every anheroic act of getting over, can’t get over, forming the lost body
of our broken bridge?

the architect is in mining and we dispossess him.
we protect the project by handing.
let’s bust the project up. let’s love the project. can the projects be loved?
we love the projects. let’s move
the projects. we project the projects. I’m just
projecting the project’s mine to give away. I’m not
mine when I dispossess me I’m just a projection.
projection’s just us that’s who we are that’s who we be.

braided fingers
dressed in sugar
through emulsion
like a spur your
final plural curve