Friday, July 10, 2020

Evensong In The Air



round 
twi- 

light a descending 
heavy scent 
of night 

flowers 

an ascendant night 
bird’s calling 

a duet 
heaven 
sent.

4 comments:

  1. Lovely! And the progression of words -- descending, scent, ascendant, sent -- is musically a delight. Also, I think of Theolonious Monk and his "Round Midnight," played so marvelously by Monk himself and Miles Davis and many other jazz musicians. The phrasing of the first stanza of this poem is perfectly off-balance, like a Monk tune.

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  2. How wonderful to have one's work compared with the incomparable Monk's--the comparison caught me perfectly off-balance! :)

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  3. I'm getting more of an Anthony Braxton moment... the progression of words akin to the flow of a developing improvisation held within a very fluid structure (as different from, say, a wholly free Ornette Coleman improvisation). But, hey, Monk'd do fine for me too!

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  4. All this poetic jazz makes for exhilarating vibes--thanks, John!

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