“ . . . a feeling for the hysteria of the times.”

                                                pianist poet Cecil Taylor

he wrote to himself I have an urge for  Hysteria 

shaggystuffed

                I stand like a scarecrowpalms up to the belly of the sun my widespread fingers shadows in the dirt

I would also stand with the white cool cheek of the moon soft over me

                                                                             tryin

to sense

become a bellwether harbinger  of quickened furious tempers

                                                                   hysteria

not hysterical

    he knew the difference    

Wednes-hate-day,  15  11. 06

Thursday,  16  11. 06

1120,  2sday,  3  12. 24

Cecil Taylor  Free Improvisation #3  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EstPgi4eMe4