Treasure Island

Isaac Maliya

(4th December / The People's Country! Where People Laugh From Their Hearts!)

Time Is Time


Time sits
Time stands
Time is time.

Time craws
Time walks
Time is time.

Time runs
Time flies
Time is time.

Time changes
Time stands-still
Time is time.


Time goes forward
Time goes backward
Time is time, it is time

Submitted: Saturday, February 14, 2009

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  • Isaac Maliya (11/22/2011 3:51:00 PM)

    “It Is Time fantasizes that we might have agency with respect to time, ” he explains. “An African poet named Isaac Maliya wrote a poem called Time is Time. The first stanza—’Time sits, Time stands, Time is Time’—suggested a terse melody that became a dominant lyrical element in the piece. Read the whole story on the following webpage:

    http: //www.newmusicbox.org/articles/sounds-heard-steve-mackey-it-is-time/ (Report) Reply

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