The dance calls upon us to speak messages of movement that reaches to every pathway. Where the hearts and souls of all people await. That inner voice secures your personal quest where freedom calls. And it listens as you stir and ramble about into the mind sighted vision. My collaboration with Carol Davis is humbly appreciated with honor and inspiration. Carol’s Art gives my dances a dimensional analysis into my legacy. Copyright Keith lee 2024

“MAMA ROSE” Choreography Keith Lee Music And Poetry By Archie Shepp Premiered 1983 With The Original Cast Member Linda Spriggs As Mama Rose Debuted At The Harlem Center For The Arts New York New York. Costume By Martha Yoshida Original Lighting Design Tim Hunter

“Mama Rose” They All Say She’s Dead And Every Flower’s Still But I Want To Tell You Mama Rose We’re The Victims. You know what I ‘m Going To Say To My Son’s . Well I’m Going To Tell Him That Death Cloaks The Potomac In A Scarlet Shawl , And That The Pillow Beneath You Is Not Here. Well I Want You To Take This X cannibals Kiss And Turn It Into A a Revolution A Revolution. Don’t You Know That My Spare Flim The Sluttered Factories, Splats Into The Sky, And The Flies That hovers over your yellow and crusted eyes .Well Baby their centurions of Hannable Wondering If Your Lying . Your shivering hopes And chilling cloth turn up to the sky, like petrified congloise. After the Americans have come to help. I said peace peace good woman That once brought me home. Banana Pudding In A Jar Banana Pudding In A Jar. Could never concieve But As the eternal prohibitor of dreams . Your vagina splits Ace-metrically between the East and west . I say hush perish don’t stir . Well your baby proud tips fields of laughter into the midst of Candy leg black girls well well well well. Right from the harvest Mama Rose , Mama Rose Mama Rose. Mama Rose I announce the death of Union Minure and the constimation of flowers . Their going to be distroyed by stints of gills nathornian dreams of mens perish . They lay you to rest at hands of piney grove . We’ll never again never again . We’ll never never never never again. So fly . 

Dedicated In Memory Of My Grandma ALMA NANA SHARROCK LEE