Finding the Art of Lost Faith
For Robert Farris Thompson, Maya Deren & Ishmael ReedBy Quincy Troupe
1. Beginnings: A Place of Silencein a place beyond our knowing silence reigns, darkness,
perhaps, some light, echoes, in this vast space,
perhaps, it is a never world, an ether-world of maybe,
if spirits amongst us know what It is they have never spoken,
perhaps, shadows have, over/underground, in some invisible space,
perhaps, surrounded by air, water, where spirits of creation exist,
swimming or zooming around outside our comprehension,
a place where only imagination through prayer, can, maybe, take us,
to a road, perhaps, a passageway stretching long & far,
deep into the past, perhaps, a doorway leading to nowhere, or what,
nobody knows, only silence, maybe, recognizes language echoes speak
in this vast place beyond knowing, are there bones, teeth, hair, skulls,
ribcages, toes, fingers here, are maggots here, too,
do they speak some kind of music in this beyond world,
do they understand silence, the twilight world of myth, memory
of water, earth, sky, wind, the memory of fire, earthquakes, thunder,
the memory of storms, lightning, ice, the memory of creation,
birth, death, the memory of everything here & gone, everywhere
a mystery, is what we know is certain, an idea of something
without shape or form, pulsating with what we know is power,
It is a metaphysical presence, a blessing with what we know
is the ability to heal & destroy this space we live in
only by Its invitation, sanction, only by Its blessing,
this place we’ve been born into with so much amnesia
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