Chronology of the Dream to Come
A double etheree after Ornette Coleman
"The songs we carry are the heart of our very chronology. They are the mythic key to our personal histories. They remain the same through our seasons as fixtures in our lives." — Jessica Lee McMillan
With My own Black noise, I Conjure the world The way I see it And compose the cosmos In a vernacular of Verve mirroring the museum Of sounds dancing in my head, flooding My conscience with strings of life pulsating
Through resonant spaces meant to open My eyes to the dream that we can fly On the wings of mind and time, where Beauty is a butterfly Riding on dulcet winds In the garden of Souls descended From music That makes Us.
Many thanks to Melissa Coffey for her lesson and prompt about the etheree at the link below:
This poem is partly inspired by the etheree form itself, but also by the quote before the poem, which I’d been pondering since reading it here in one of Jessica Lee McMillan’s amazing music articles, and a song triggered by the quote called “Chronology,” by Ornette Coleman, considered to be one of the most important (and controversial) innovators of the jazz avant-garde.






