Tag Archives: jazz

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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Chet Baker

The fastest road to heaven is also the slowest and most deeply felt– through a glinting horn, paradox waxes and wanes, to give cherish its moving line on grace.

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Bird

Haiku in honor of Charlie Parker’s death-day (March 12th) Yardbird’s singed solo, wings crisped to perfect measure– fly now, pray later.

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Beat, Bop & Abstraction

It took place in an amnesiac haze and fury, numberless nights of lightningspeak and opiate rabble, rocketfuel and anti-freeze, bright slashing ribbons of noise amounting to worry stones indenting the infantpink tender of palms, forecasting God as a vaudeville dunce … Continue reading →

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Kind of Blue, Too

Spiders to Mozart, what luminous webs and notes we weave, snot-strands from God’s blown brass, tapestries of the eternal boombox, breakbeats to spacefolk to bebop within a deep forest kind of blue, the music, recorded or un, plays on and … Continue reading →

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Charles Mingus

Fingers leaving prints, aftershocks to reckon with– God’s happy seizures.

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Swing

After the deluge, the horns lost their bright voices– Swing low, sweet chariot.

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Duke Ellington

Plein air’s noble brush with greatness composed to stand– notes, in hand, passed on.

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