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To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (1716)	4/9/1999 2:26:00 AM
From: Volsi Mimir	Respond to of 2095

*Adhiambo* Gabriel Okara Nigerian poet- 1957? I hear many voices like it's said a madman hears; I hear trees talking like it's said a medicine man hears. Maybe I'm a madman, M'be I'm a medicine man. Maybe I'm mad, for the voices are luring me, urging me from the midnight moon and the silence of my desk to walk on wave crest across the sea. Maybe I'm a medicine man hearing talking saps, seeing behind tress; but who's lost his powers of invocation. But the voices and the trees are now name-spelling and one figure silence-etched across the moonface is walking, stepping over continents and seas. and I raised my hand- my trembling hand, gripping my heart as handkerchief and waved and waved--and waved-- but she turned her eyes away.

To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (1716)	4/9/1999 3:47:00 AM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 2095

The Mystic Drum Gabriel Okara The mystic drum beat in my inside and fishes danced in the rivers and men and women danced on land to the rhythm of my drum But standing behind a tree with leaves around her waist she only smiled with a shake of her head Still my drum continued to beat, rippling the air with quickened tempo compelling the quick and the dead to dance and sing with their *shadows-- But standing behind a tree with leaves around her waist she only smiled with a shake of her head . THEN* the DRUM BEAT with the RHYTHM of THINGS--of--the--GROUND; and INVOKED The -=eYe=-of--the-==SKY==-. The *-=SUN=-* and The *-=MOON=-* and The *-=RIVER=--=GODS=--- and the* -Treee es-BEE -GAN tooo D~A~N~C~E ~~~<>>>~~~~~<<<>~~~~~<<>>~~~~~<>>>~~~~~<<<>~~~ The FISHES TURNED MEN AND MEN TURNED FISHES AND THINGS STOPped to Grow....... ~~~<>>>~~~~~<<<>~~~~~<<>>~~~~~<>>>~~~~~<<<>~~~ But standing behind a tree with leaves around her waist she only smiled with a shake of her head And then the mystic drum in my inside stopped to beat-- and men became men, fishes became fishes and the trees, the sun and the moon found their places, and the dead went to the ground and things began to grow. And behind the tree she stood with roots sprouting from her feet and leaves growing on her head and smoke issuing from her nose and her lips parted in her smile turned cavity belching darkness. Then, then I packed my mystic drum and turned away; never to beat so loud no more.