Well it's been a while, but here is #10 in the Jazz Poetry Series. JANUARY AFTERNOON, WITH BILLIE HOLIDAY For Studs Terkel
Her voice shifts as if it were light,
from chalk to parchment to oil.
I think of the sun this morning,
how many knives were flashed
through black, compliant trees;
now she has aged it with her singing,
turned it to milk thinned with water,
a poor people’s sun, enough
knowledge to go around.
I want to dance, to bend
as gradually as a flower,
Sascha Feinstein edits one of my favorite literary journals, Brilliant Corners. It is the only literary journal dedicated specifically to jazz literature. You can find it HERE. To read a great interview with Mr. Feinstein, click HERE. #saschafeinstein #brilliantcorners #jazz #poetry #jazzpoetry
Though this poem has nothing to do with jazz I could still title this blog JAZZ POETRY #2.5 for the simple fact that it's a William Matthews poem. With poems such as "Mingus at The Showplace," "Blues for John Coltrane, Dead At 41," "Bud Powell, Paris 1959," and countless others, he became one of the best poets to write about, and to be influenced by jazz. Jazz and poetry are my two greatest loves, and I love when they come together so beautifully, but unfortunately, so many t
Among the many things I wish to post in this blog one theme that will show up now and again is my love for jazz, and my absolute glee when it finds its way into poetry. And since this is my first blog about jazz poetry I couldn't think of any better way to staty things off then by sharing a video of Langston Hughes reciting "Weary Blues." #jazzpoetry #poetry #jazzlangstonhughes