Mackey, 'Song of the Andoumboulou: 23', Postmodern Culture v5n3 URL = http://infomotions.com/serials/pmc/pmc-v5n3-mackey-song.txt Archive PMC-LIST, file mackey.595. Part 1/1, total size 5660 bytes: ------------------------------ Cut here ------------------------------ Song of the Andoumboulou: 23 by Nathaniel Mackey Postmodern Culture v.5 n.3 (May, 1995) pmc@jefferson.village.virginia.edu Copyright (c) 1995 by Nathaniel Mackey, all rights reserved. This text may be used and shared in accordance with the fair-use provisions of U.S. copyright law, and it may be archived and redistributed in electronic form, provided that the editors are notified and no fee is charged for access. Archiving, redistribution, or republication of this text on other terms, in any medium, requires the consent of the author and the notification of the publisher, Oxford University Press.
This poem originally appeared in _SULFUR_ 34 (Spring 1994). %Audio clips are provided here in .au format and .wav format. Sound players are available from the Institute's FTP site for AIX 3.25, Windows 3.1 and Macintosh.% --%rail band%-- Another cut was on the box as we pulled in. Fall back though we did once it ended, "Wings of a Dove" sung so sweetly we flew... The Station Hotel came into view. We were in Bamako. The same scene glimpsed again and again said to be a sign... As of a life sought beyond the letter, preached of among those who knew nothing but, at yet another "Not yet" Cerno Bokar came aboard, the elevens and the twelves locked in jihad at each other's throats, bracketed light lately revealed, otherwise out... Eleven men covered with mud he said he saw. A pond filled with water white as milk. Three chanting clouds that were crowds of winged men and behind the third a veiled rider, Shaykh Hamallah... For this put under house arrest the atavistic band at the station reminded us, mediumistic squall we'd have maybe made good on had the rails we rode been Ogun's... Souls in motion, conducive to motion, too loosely connected to be called a band, yet "if souls converse" vowed results from a dusty record ages old . Toothed chorus. Tight-jawed singer... Sophic strain, strewn voice, sophic stretch... Cerno Bokar came aboard, called war the male ruse, muttered it under his breath, made sure all within earshot heard... Not that the hoarse Nyamakala flutes were not enough, not that enough meant something exact anymore... Bled by the effort but sang even so, Keita's voice, Kante's voice, boast and belittlement tossed back and forth... Gassire's lute was Djelimady Tounkara's guitar, Soundiata, Soumagoro, at each other's throat... Tenuous Kin we called our would-be band, Atthic Ensemble, run with as if it was a mistake we made good on, gone soon as we'd gotten there . Neither having gone nor not having gone, hovered, book, if it was a book, thought wicked with wing-stir, imminent sting... It was the book of having once been there we thumbed, all wish to go back let go, the what-sayer, farther north, insisting a story lay behind the story he complained he couldn't begin to infer... What made him think there was one we wondered, albeit our what almost immediatelv dissolved as we came to a tunnel, the train we took ourselves to be on gone up in smoke, people ever about to get ready, unready, run between what, not-what. And were there one its name was Ever After, a story not behind but in front of where this was, obstinate "were," were obstinate so susceptible, thin etic itch, inextricable demur . Beginningless book thought to've unrolled endlessly, more scroll than book, talismanic strum. As if all want were in his holding a note only a half-beat longer, another he was now calling love a big rope, sing less what he did than sihg, anagrammic sigh, %from war the male ruse% to %"were" the% %new ruse%, the what-sayer, sophic stir... Sophic slide of a cloud across tangency, torque, no book of a wished else the where we thumbed %Performers: Royal Hartigan (drums), Nathaniel Mackey (vocals), Hafez Modirzadeh (tenor saxophone).% ------------------------------ Cut here ------------------------------