Commonword Blogs

Stumbled bitter cold thru darkness into air as warm & thick as cornmeal porridge Bass line rising thru blood bone & sinew
my glasses steam into an opaque mist I’m blind either way so I take ‘em off Yu haffe feel yu way tru dis terrain dark excitement lit by splifflick flares under ‘Non a Jah Jah Children a cry’ man an man hold dem corner when Klu Klux Klan rode thru the midlands warm bodies ebb & flow lava over bedrock leaving tidemarks hands reach out hold on to waistlines like a drowning man clinging to a life buoy 'sister beg yu a dance' so we do sliding off rythmns now I’m not even standing I’m gliding over stone hiplinked syncronisation for the new generation feet rooted waist locked we gravitate dive deep into the groove you can loose yourself here in the dark belly to belly I dive deep we slide in and out of each other cos when dis sound plays bodies lose their boundaries dark dancing in the substratum of this hemisphere
we loose time itself minutes unravelling until seconds lapse into eternity we are the Cimmerians & we’re rising over rock & gully first generation blues teachers delegating ‘funny’ accents to special schools
when Lee calling for lightening fire & brimstone locks flare from di man dem head emanating like solar storm flames as we answer the call weave a new flow head wrapped Queens so far from home still we found our root & we’re on the ascension