Straat brokers claim they can repair crash moments,
stray cells on foreign mission; wipe Dutch stain
clean off land ties. For hip^stiff anthems they wouldn’t
stand; they don’t serve plates of soup.
Destinies could fade
or after centuries show up . along canals, shelf clouds
unattended; B Plan jungle^backed.
*
On the road one evening the dashboard track starts
up . bumps goose flutter on the skin | the car lifts
off the launch^pad grid, rump drempels.
Weightless so
this non-side choosing disc, its world^body parts
faceted to fit . other people, heart rate.
*
Sranan tong pacts reached with the past ? made
Of What to last, you ask | + risk missing the turn off
down unmappable cane paths, cattle nibbling.
No need to channel
Rotterdam | Paramaribo unbranded . the egret^like
shore solitude, step^pause flights . da da dahdah
tokens Love^Only accepted, Ok?
– W.W.
THE RIGHT TO COPY
THE KNOWN AND THE UNKNOWN
If you hear a song you know but cannot tell
who, by the voice or style, the singing spirit
serving by stretching the song is, you have yet
to hear the one song you will hear at your death
with ears of a bird-man born to migrate
to tribes whose tongues feed, beyond speech, his own roots
every time he listens to ‘foreign’ music
sees a movie beyond colonist gestures,
bathes in cinema of uncolonised light:
no tourist ‘local colour’ in his soul’s zones
of recognitions.
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(from “Readiness” by Brian Chan, 2013)