Isaac Maliya

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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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