This is from the 1982 concert film, Black Wax. Watch the whole thing, is good. I will try and keep Gil Scott Heron’s words in mind, as I plunk out these sentences on the Mercury Rising blog. I do, however, have a penchant for the confounding, but I will make an ernest effort to use simple words to dance around the unspeakable. Keeping in mind the words of David Foster Wallace on “genteelisms,” I will try and not waste the reader’s life reading unnecessary syllables, although, I confess, I already have.