here's a poem I wrote when jason moran did a solo concert at tribes gallery

flying above the inner city
a flexible movement thru dynamic wall of strangers & lovers in a crowd of lovers of flight thru blurred air & the sounds the dancer & bird alike consume create in a concrete fluidity barometer of change illusion of water the almost mist of images as pace allows filling a space of shadows for a moment between moments time & destination in the prime fabric of memory & profund silences
walking the world's insides upwards downwards  backwards & front....
Steve Dalachinsky