—We Now Return
WE NOW RETURN
The evolution is not simply a story of popularity.
Somewhere in Europe another lock was being projected.
Drawing on the knowledge of some genius we were able to turn into better butter.
The butlers were pleased.
The pecking action of the rooster shocked the young politicians who were reminded of their guns, lost somewhere in the Andes.
A Maya temple would soon land at JFK on time, the mayor and his stunned apostles were pleased.
Too pleased to please their wives who were subsequently forced to sprinkle aphrodisiacs over their evening meals.
The temple, however, was too large to taxi the runway so it was left in the sky, hovering above New York.
What made it so special was that it was standardized to the other revolutions of the time, being à la mode.
And so fifty yards later the rusting was prevented and the storm averted.
You couldn’t call it classical or jazz or rock because it wasn’t either music or stoned.
It was in the hands of the poor.
Proud men generated new electricity as they first dusted then shined their karmas and their carpets.
They were invaluable to the first settlements.
They elected some bloke as their chief and yielded to nothing or no one for years to come.
Gravity was conquered and we were everywhere.
Those were the days!
Why was never asked when when was now!
-Yari Carrisi, NYC 1997
Holding back time
C’mon baby I don’t mind
Keep it back a day
Laugh about it in replay
Holding us there
Firmly rooted in the air
Funny how the cookie put it
Cause I never thought of me there
Wasting my time
Putting your head in my mind
Waiting for Pharaohs to
Guide you to guide me to you
Joue sur mes mots
Terre caché aux yeux sauvages
Songe la douceur
Des pays ensorceles