North Africa Tour: “looking for Sufi “

Field-recorded travel poetry from Fez, Morocco—Sufi mysticism, drum processions, alleyway soundscapes, stray cats, donkeys, markets, and spiritual misdirection. A long-form spoken-word epic about leaning into the mystery, finding rhythm in chaos, and listening for music where it already exists. Poetry, travel diary, sonic ethnography, ecstatic drift. • “To be Sufi is to embrace the mystery and study the patterns around the mystery.” • “Once you feel it, you are it. Then you enter.” • “Everyone is a musician. Like they can all hear each other and play their own melody that does not interfere with the song of Fez.” • “I am in Fez, a city with no cars for a thousand years.” • “The city was made from the rhythms of the crowded people… and the rhythms had gotten into the walls.” • “The chants are coming from the barbecue boys and their cell phones.” • “No one fucks with the kittens.” • “This is a vortex.” • “Music is emergent, elegant.” • “Drums by donkey hoof on thousand-year-old streets that never had cars.”