Elizabeth Shepherd - The Taking
Good groove passes you through a grind where you churn with time that’s been newly incremented with punches, sighs, delays, jokes and a middle finger and then spits you out into a really tepid silence. Then you ( I ) realize you ( I ) suck for usually passing so many seconds so unreflectively. And so for a good few minutes afterward, you ( I ) try to feel the potential for groove in every bit of silent time, but then that lasts only just that long. So there, that is what good rhythm seems to do - it gives form to time (like hanging clothes on a specter) and then leaves behind only its shadowy existence as a thing we only really feel as a forethought or afterthought.