First, Breath

(For Bud & Monk)

 

First, breath

                                                                                                               intake

                sorrow mitigation

visiting Minton’s.

                          A

muted roar. Solitude.

 

Then the swarm of warm notes

((between hallucinations, psycho

physical breakdowns))

keyboard mastery unparalleled

technique.

 

                Bouncing.

In walked Bud Powell

                                   bouncing.

 

Monk precise – spare

angles, reflections

these wrong notes

connote

 

                                             perfection.

 

The palpable wit. Inner child

uncoiled. A groove elegant

conscious, surreal

aural libations

 

poured on thick.

Breath. Fade.

Dissolve the I

ness in a dance,

circumnavigation

of the linear

 

dimension, future wafting in

in an effervescent

                                                                                                                    present.

This is now

was now

is eternity,

an eternal wail – twist

a curve a break

and

 

 

                   ((pause))

 

 

SPACE

 

separating notes. A dissertation

divination, muse as

tireless dancer from

Hackensack.

 

Universe prehending itself

( a bop configuration)

a swing, a swoop

a blue note

rolled. Evolving

science of sound.

 

Ear candy luscious

and visceral.

There is blood

on the table.

 

An eye

in the mind

field of repression and

domination.

 

((Dance to the tenor

solo – COLTRANE!!))

 

Nothing left but

a wisp, remnants

of genius burnt

clean through.

          

               Ghost

hunched over the keys.

 

Something left

to mitigate

our pain.

 

 

 

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