Tag Archives: jazz

Monk’s Dream (Take Five)

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It Never Entered My Mind

From the Polaroid Noir series

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All That Jazz

In the Beginning was the Be All End All, and from out of lidless silence and void emerged a beat, hailing another beat, and it wasn’t long before the Universe, speaking in tongues and verses, was percussin’ its ass off … Continue reading

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Novel Origins

New novel completed.Bardo jazz, psychic vaudeville, bop odyssey of internal consciousness…. For me it’s always been the novel living within is the possession, the spirits dancing their jig of the dead and living, and the novel written is the prolonged, … Continue reading

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Jazz

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Storytellers

Storytellers of different ilks different beats different leaks of internal graffiti yet the word always at the heart of it barrowing out into light what comes from shadowlands within. Stories within earshot as eavesdropped whispers Stories like moonshots catapulted with … Continue reading

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Near to Edges

Words meant to be read aloud inside your head. A paradox yes but true. To be read aloud inside your head could be the preface the header the suggestion accompanying the texts. In this respect you may hear the music. … Continue reading

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In the Beginning, Fiction

Now you say no more words but you don’t really mean no more words, these dreams of going wordless are playthings in the air, concepts without volition. You are compelled to use words to express what it would be like … Continue reading

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American Alley

“What absurdity.  There is not one novel of America.  There are a thousand Americas. Big Business is only one of its inhuman, monstrous products.  But jazz is the expression of America’s romantic self, its sensual potency, its lyrical force. Big … Continue reading

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The Gospel According to John

“You’ve got to look at old things and see them in a new light.” Bound, as a parishioner to ancient-newness and freeform alchemy, these words issued from the worn, trembling lips of a man called Coltrane, who, with steady bough … Continue reading

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