From whiskey river:
Each of us literally chooses, by his way of attending to things, what sort of universe he shall appear to himself to inhabit.
(William James [source])
Not from whiskey river:
I Live in Music
i live in music
is this where you live
i live here in music
i live on c# street
my friend lives on b♭ avenue
do you live here in music
sound
falls round me like rain on other folks
saxophones wet my face
cold as winter in st. louis
hot like peppers i rub on my lips
thinking they waz lilies
i got 15 trumpets where other women got
hips
& a upright bass for both sides of my heart
i walk round in a piano like somebody
else/be walkin on the earth
i live in music
live in it
wash in it
i cd even smell it
wear sound on my fingers
sound falls so fulla music
ya cd make a river where yr arm is &
hold yrself
hold yrself in a music
(Ntozake Shange [source])
