“There It Is” by Jayne Cortez, was a Black radical testimony long before the present moment revealed the same circuitry operating everywhere. Extraction. Surveillance. Dispossession. Destruction. The quiet violence of business as usual. Today the poem reads less like history and more like a global operating manual for a powerless majority.
@aabstrkt drops her philosophical masterpiece into the after hours, where resistance isn’t theorised, it’s an intimacy felt and lived through the body. That spoken word becomes percussion, and the dance floor becomes the place where that history becomes present tense.
The poem closes with a simple demand. Organise. Not as metaphor, but as the only countermeasure against the machinery of oppression. That call resonates with the origins of house itself. House was literally born of struggle, improvised at the margins, and collective by necessity. Before it was a genre, it was an act of world building. Spaces carved out by Queer, Black, and Latino communities who organised for pleasure, safety, and a liveable future for themselves, and by extension, for ALL of us.
That history was always political, and it’s time for us to reclaim it. The dance floor IS a collective. The groove IS a form of coordination. The party IS the rehearsal for a world that doesn’t yet exist.
Out now on
@third_ear_recordings
Licensed from
@ukdeepmusic
Produced, composed, arranged & performed by
@aabstrkt .
Mastered by the mighty
@antonzap.mastering 
