A little past midnight in the early hour of 1980 New Year’s day, I saw a performance in Washington, D.C., of the late jazz composer, bandleader, piano and synthesizer player, and poet Sun Ra while tripping on acid. This is a tribute to that memory.
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space is the place
oh Sun Ra
and your Arkestra
where jAzZ
BloWs the truth
teach me TRUTH.
Sun Ra Arkestra: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert
where your RhYtHmS
ViBrAtE
with joy
teach me JOY.
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where your fingers
MaSsAgE
that piano
with love
teach me LOVE.
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space IS THE PLACE
cruise for answers
for wisdom
teach me WISDOM.
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sail into SPACE
the tinsel sparkled robes
the egyptian motif
the space-travel headdresses
you wore
on your way home
to SATURN
teach me
how to find HOME.
Antonio Ruiz is an ex-junkie-alcoholic, former seminarian, one-time radio host-producer, past community organizer, continuing to be a media advocate, retired television reporter, ex-commission executive director, once a street vendor of jewelry and gloves, waitron (waiter to you), a former bartender who drank too much on the job, an ex-motorcycle courier who learned to ride a bike just for the job, ex-airport shuttle driver, former Entertainment news director-producer, the best time of my life, one-time live TV events red carpet producer-executive producer, ex-small business consultant, ex-youth media and journalism mentor, and now a college student who also has been married three times (thirds the charm), and just couldn't help living with two other women because well, that's part of my story.
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