And the world is oh so brutal…
“Tubman, Turner, Truth…”
POETRY. MUDRAS. MEMORIES.
Rebel internally in order to reconstruct the world externally.
Mesh the words, the worlds, the pain, the laughter…find where the horror lives and exorcise it. But always breathe.
Endless Shards of Jazz for a Brutal World is a whisper in the dark. A long slow murmur that exemplifies the spiritual condition of being at war with one’s self…and the merciless racism that exists — in past, present, and future tenses. This film is the interpretation of a poem whose feeling and zone of consciousness is one on its last leg trying to break through the icy surface of all that oppresses.
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