There is music by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes
There is music by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes There is music by Rethabile Masilo in old men's hands, when sounds together come to crush the caesura, like an old photograph torn years ago and now wanting its memory back, a dermis stretching to help scar the cut just like goat skins over drums in Africa, music yet to be born until then, born the way he filled that bar with it, a stream of altos that had suddenly entered the hall together. Low flying. But what had that music to do with us to require all of this? For afterwards, his fingers flew, or seemed to fly, surprising every key in its sleep with a kis...