Here's a poem I wrote some years back about Revoluciones -- the art space that i co-founded and curated in Denver from 1997-2005
Woke up from a nap when I had a dream that Revoluciones came back around
Like sculpting from marble and life from dust When Revoluciones came back around
My shirts were mixed with the merch shirts When Revoluciones came back around
My mix-tapes mixed with the merch tapes When Revoluciones came back around
Terry repping Kuai pacing and I replacing When Revoluciones came back around
Musicians tuning performers pluming When Revoluciones came back around
Drumset rows of electric plywood When Revoluciones came back around
Something was missing but everything was there When Revoluciones came back around
Timespace was now and spacetime was there When Revoluciones came back around
Hanging clean walls to clean the broken walls When Revoluciones came back around
There was no reason but the initial reason When Revoluciones came back around
As before, last minute / as always, up to the minute When Revoluciones came back around
The heat was rising the bird rising from the heat When Revoluciones came back around
It wasn’t televised the revolution was improvised When Revoluciones came back around
Now was past and the past was now again When Revoluciones came back around 12.18.2014 8pm
