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Dancing on the Millennium's Edge
by Joseph Zitt
1: And it came to pass
that it was the morning of Christmas
and I was on a plane
and I slept
and I awoke
and -- this is true --
the pilot said,
2: "For those of you from Texas,
we have just crossed the Red River
and have entered the Promised Land."
1: We who have gathered here,
3: we poets,
2: players,
3: voices,
2: and listeners,
1: come together now
2: to speak and not to speak,
3: to sound and not to sound,
1: drawing beauty from our surroundings,
2: and, we hope,
returning beauty to it,
1: as we move
3: about,
2: within,
3: between
1: these cities
2: in this week of sounding,
1: dancing on the millenium's edge
3: as we look ahead and beyond.
2: Listen now:
this is an extraordinary moment.
3: Listen now:
this is an extraordinary moment.
2: An arbitrary moment,
3: named by men
1: and inscribed by machines
2: a movement from nines to zeros,
3: from fullness to expectation,
2: from fear of facing the future
to a grand unknowing
3: An accidental moment,
1: this Sabbath of our century,
3: as we watch a decade's sunlight fade,
2: and look forward to the morning
1: blessed by these computers
to which we give our stewardship,
2: or by their hidden code betrayed,
3: glancing at our oracles,
2: as if each bit, each pixel tells
1: of omens of a future
3: for whose imminence we wait.
2: We wait,
the hopeful by the fireplaces,
1: the fearful in their shelters,
3: the watchful by their monitors,
2: the vengeful hovering by the controls
1: of their devices
3: of their destruction
2: We wait
3: for the dropping of the ball
1: for the waves of midnights
to sweep across the planet's face
3: for the possible end
of everything we know
1: as Luddite fantasies spin their fate
across this electronic world
2: as planes fall from the sky,
3: banks explode from overflows of cash,
2: and two-headed calves roam the aisles
of looted, gaping Stop and Go's,
3: speaking of apocalypse
1: to anyone whose VCR
has not eaten them in shame,
3: And when none of this happens,
2: when the world does not collapse,
1: when life goes on pretty much as it was,
2: when, after a hiccup,
1: flights continue to leapfrog timezones
2: and the Net continues to expand,
connecting the essential and the trivial,
3: we will look back
2: and wonder about this moment,
1: and what it was we worried about,
3: and remember how we celebrated this moment,
2: when it seemed so much
would end or would begin.
1: But here, but now,
in this extraordinary moment,
we have gathered,
2: drawn by voices,
3: drawn by friends,
2: or drawn by chance,
just happening to be here,
1: we speak,
3: sing,
2: play,
3: and listen
2: for the spirit of the present moment,
1: at the edge of our imaginings,
in this dance
3: of our becomings,
2: of probabilities.
1: We are here,
2: dancing on the millenium's edge,
3: between word and music
2: between content and form
3: between times that passed
and times that will come
1: between the sacred,
2: the sacred and
3: the sacred,
2: between meaning and effect.
1: We are here,
2: dancing on the millenium's edge,
1: spinning webs with our
voices,
3: words,
2: and machines,
1: reaching out and reaching inside,
2: watching left and right dissolve,
3: perhaps into new dichotomies,
2: perhaps themselves to disappear,
1: hearing accelerating orbits
2: transmuting East and West,
3: from the klezmer bands of Tokyo
2: to the zendos of L.A.
1: We are here,
2: dancing on the millenium's edge,
1: and no words can say
what we need
2: and no sounds portray
what we mean
1: and no dance,
3: save the dance of probabilities
2: within this hidden future,
3: within the electron's shell,
can display
2: what we see,
3: what we feel,
2: what we believe,
1: except this:
2: Listen now:
this is an extraordinary moment,
3: as is the next,
2: as is the next,
1: and when you leave here,
keep on listening,
3: gently,
2: deeply,
3: constantly.
2: dancing at the millenium's edge
1: toward all the extraordinary
moments to come.
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