AN IDEA OF IMPROVISATION AS THE PULSE OF COMPULSIVE PRAYER
What’s the difference between chocolate and other desires darkened? And which dark longing preys deepest in a casino—those giant shrines to Apophenia—where a guy wagers by probability and therefore can’t be addicted, but still craves the crimson lips of a dark-skinned Incompleteness Theorem who dips to serve him dissolved spirits? Not only water moves in waves. Does the Vagus Nerve cause the octaves of chocolate in her skin to weigh the same as a wager on gospel harmony in the music hall of his mouth? Is the phattest asymptote Objective Reality if the wave function has imaginary units to mark the superposition of hearts or if no door except endorphins opens our hunger to rotating numbers? Are these Arabic doors & numerals mascara black or lipstick red? If you’ve never wagered and lost it all, you might get why a choir means to gather, but still not hear why what it means to hymn is closer to erasure than absolution. Is this the part of the arc where Schrödinger’s cat appears black as a clarinet strung around Rahsaan Roland Kirk’s neck? Or is this the part where you learn to kneel at night and thumb her name in red as a rosary?