Jazz Matters~ Listening for a Better Understanding of the Universe ~Poet’s Beat ~ Listening to the Life Within by Jazzybeatchick ~ feat. Mary Lou Williams on Piano

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Listening is the most luminous, challenging and contemplative form of art….Mark Nepo

 

Mary Lou Williams – They Can’t Take That Away From Me (alt. take)

 

 

The secret to living musically is to focus our ability to identify or discern the timbre of a voice, a guitar, noise even the sounds of daily life.  It is the same as the style of clothing that you choose to wear.  Not concerned with being fashionable, ‘cuz’ we are searching for the truth in our hearts and experiencing our intuitive self-expression.  We are getting a deeper understanding of life, ourselves as well as of one another.  In jazz, listening is the portal to experiencing life through:  Rhythm, style, arrangement, sound, forms, arrangement and improvisation.  Listening intentionally makes the sounds of life come true.  Hearing is the foyer to listening in the parlor, where self-analysis leads to a better understanding of yourself and others.  I had a conversation the other day and it felt as though they were not listening.  I could tell from the questions they asked.  It has become commonplace and superficial in its nature.  Your voice is not heard because of the weeds that grow out of only hearing, and not engaging.  It is a symphony of cacophony.  The sounds at the end of the day left me feeling barren and alone.  I befriended my voice in my head, only to hear how sterile and contrived it had become.  It was a conspiracy of nay-sayers that can bring only darkness to the light.  Hard hearted they come and crowd my voice from my soul.  It is only temporary and can turn on me at any given moment.  Illusion personified by benign neglect.  Reading aloud in a language you cannot speak.   To have ears, that had become defended by the madness of society.  Rationalizing the sounds in an attempt to make sense of something it will never possess.  Here is a free verse poem I wrote about “Listening to the Life Within”.  Can you feel and hear within the Liminal spaces of our lives?  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

 

Listening to the Life Within

By Jazzybeatchick

Life’s cadence moved clouds.

tonality and voicing askew.

Began as a thought.

Rhythm  assigned to scented beats.

A picture in a thousand chords

Reveals culture’s war

emerging over time “freeing” the heat

flavored by emotional riffs.

Listening in seasoning thyme

Tasting metaphors and memories

hot crusted timbre singing

a cry of desperation.

Feeling the sounds glorious sun

seeing the warm breeze of acoustic phrases

offering forgiveness

Hearing life’s rhythm in 4/4 time

senses filled with harmony

where meeting counterpoint to point

at the synergy of knowing

equality of rights anoint

Dancing in darkness

becomes a conspiracy of

living your truth.

 

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Mindfulness Meditations on Jazz ~ Awakening the Mind by Alan Watts featuring Poet’s Beat ~ The Awakening by Rumi

Meditation and Poetry, it must be Wednesday!  I have selected the following video and poem by Rumi to embrace Spring’s magical and whimsical nature and breathe in until you have reached your destination…your soul.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

Alan Watts – Guided Meditation (Awakening The Mind)

Here is Alan Watts, a name which needs no introduction, sharing his method of obtaining self awareness. I then enhanced the audio quality, and paired it with a song that I felt was suitable and would sync nicely with his words.

The Awakening
by Deepak Chopra (Editor) The Love Poems of Rumi

In the early dawn of happiness
you gave me three kisses
so that I would wake up
to this moment of love

I tried to remember in my heart
what I’d dreamt about
during the night
before I became aware
of this moving
of life

I found my dreams
but the moon took me away
It lifted me up to the firmament
and suspended me there
I saw how my heart had fallen
on your path
singing a song

Between my love and my heart
things were happening which
slowly slowly
made me recall everything

You amuse me with your touch
although I can’t see your hands.
You have kissed me with tenderness
although I haven’t seen your lips
You are hidden from me.

But it is you who keeps me alive

Perhaps the time will come
when you will tire of kisses
I shall be happy
even for insults from you
I only ask that you
keep some attention on me

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Conversations on Jazz ~ Improvisation in Poetic Notes ~ Poet’s Beat “Rhythm Method” by Yusef Komunyakaa feat. Miles Davis’ Changes

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Well, I think of the music as a point of departure, the moment of awareness. And perhaps music is also the sounds of life. If one thinks about laughter, how it can shift and drift into cries—cries of pain, of pleasure. So, I’m thinking about music played on instruments as well as the music of life. I did listen to music growing up. It was always through the radio, at a distance—the surprise happens inside this immense distance. So, there are different kinds of music I am addressing.”  Yusef Komunyakaa

Jazz taught me to explore the texture and vistas of sound.  It has volume and speaks through a multitude of instruments that is contained in a single voice. I first heard jazz before I was born.  When I was young I would awaken to my dad composing on the piano and was involuntary absorption of sounds and songs that taught me to listen. We internalize jazz, music and rhythms that surround us.  Poetry for me is about everything we say, write and feel is “filtered” through our musical memory rooted in our soul.  Improvisation is conversation, played best with others, exchange and conjugating life’s experiences that translate, heal, transforms us in the end.  I paired these two pieces to tap into Coltrane’s vibe while reading beautiful words and the feelings that are conjured up.  What do you feel?  What are your thoughts?  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

 

Rhythm Method

 

If you were sealed inside a box

within a box deep in a forest,

with no birdsongs, no crickets

rubbing legs together, no leaves

letting go of mottled branches,

you’d still hear the rhythm

of your heart. A red tide

of beached fish oscillates in sand,

copulating beneath a full moon,

& we can call this the first

rhythm because sex is what

nudged the tongue awake

& taught the hand to hit

drums & embrace reed flutes

before they were worked

from wood & myth. Up

& down, in & out, the piston

drives a dream home. Water

drips till it sculpts a cup

into a slab of stone.

At first, no bigger

than a thimble, it holds

joy, but grows to measure

the rhythm of loneliness

that melts sugar in tea.

There’s a season for snakes

to shed rainbows on the grass,

for locust to chant out of the dunghill.

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes

is a confirmation the skin

sings to hands. The Mantra

of spring rain opens the rose

& spider lily into shadow,

& someone plays the bones

till they rise & live

again. We know the whole weight

depends on small silences

we fit ourselves into.

High heels at daybreak

is the saddest refrain

If you can see blues

in the ocean, light & dark

can feel worms ease through

a subterranean path

beneath each footstep,

Baby, you got rhythm.

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Conversations on Jazz ~ Head Charts in Life ~ Coltrane’s It’s Easy to Remember ~ Poet’s Beat ~ “If I had My Life to Live Over” By Nadine Stair

“Life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans.” John Lennon

Head Chart of Jazz Life

Head Chart of Jazz Life

John Coltrane Quartet – It’s Easy To Remember

 

Head Chart is a jazz slang expression and gesture when performing of a song means “from memory “or from their “heads”.  It also refers to piano players who use a fake book provides to the written melody and chord progression. Musicians oftentimes will improvise the melody and harmony

I have been desperately trying not to interfere with the natural flow of my life.  Mindfulness Meditation allows us to just sit back and to let things happen spontaneously not letting the ego  control or judge everything. It is so easily get in our own way by imposing our desires, hidden agendas, ambitions, and ideas of what is  right or wrong. When I can consciously stop, step back, or just be present, I give myself the  chance to let go of what could be or might be, and then I am able to deeply appreciate  what is, just as it is.

So just for today, I am going to change the format a bit and use poetry and prose (some by me and others by those that inspire me) as a place to begin to capture my new life transformation. Today’s poem is: If I Had My Life to Live Over, by Nadine Stair.

If I Had My Life to Live Over   

By Nadine Stair

If I had my life to live over,
I’d dare to make more mistakes next time.
I’d relax, I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances.
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would perhaps have more actual troubles,
but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I’m one of those people who live
sensibly and sanely hour after hour,
day after day.

Oh, I’ve had my moments,
And if I had it to do over again,
I’d have more of them.
In fact, I’d try to have nothing else.
Just moments, one after another,
instead of living so many years ahead of each day.
I’ve been one of those people who never goes anywhere
without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat
and a parachute.
If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter than I have.

If I had my life to live over,
I would start barefoot earlier in the spring
and stay that way later in the fall.
I would go to more dances.
I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
I would pick more daisies.

Listening is an important and critical way of living life.  When mindfully meditating and facing the challenges of cancer constantly reminding my self that I want to open my heart and live harmoniously and completely engaged with my soul to live life in full gratitude.  Do you see each day as having another chance to change and transform your life to what you want?  What are your thoughts?  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

 

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Mindfulness Meditation Spa Sunday ~ RiffShot ~ The Art Letting Go ~ Moving to a Higher Place

JeanMichel Basquiat_An Analysis of Nine Paintings

“As once the winged energy of delight
Carried you over childhood’s dark abysses
Now beyond your own life build the great
Arch of unimagined bridges

Wonders happen if we can succeed
In passing through the harshest danger;
But only in a bright and purely granted
Achievement can we realize the wonder….

Take your practiced powers and stretch them out
Until they span the chasm between two
Contradictions…………….For the God
Wants to know himself in you.” by Rilke

This poem brings me to the present moment where inner peace resides. I realize that inner peace is simply acknowledging and accepting who you truly are.  Embracing and breathing in now and where you are. The real you.. And the only way to find our true self is being completely relaxed, focused and centered.  Mindfulness Meditation and focusing on your breathing and watching your feelings and emotions float by.  No judgments or expectations.  Distractions will present themselves just acknowledge them and breathe them out ~ exhaling.  Breathe in joy and peacefulness.  Rilke’s poem creates and evolks images let them in and see where it will take you.  The beauty is  that you can do this any where.  Don’t forget your sunglasses

So just for today, I am going to take real action for inner peace and being centered. And the quickest action is by Letting Go! Consciousness is the state of being present to everything in life as it unfolds. As that happens, life moves in the best direction. Give a look at this meditation and imagine yourself in a spa for your soul.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

LETTING GO Meditation…by Carman Warrington

 

 

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Poet’s Beat ~ “Ballad” by Sonia Sanchez Feat. “Heart Connection” by Dean Evenson and Scott Huckabay

“The further I wake into this life, the more I realize that God is everywhere and the extraordinary is waiting quietly beneath the skin of all that is ordinary. Light is in both the broken bottle and the diamond, and music is in both the flowing violin and the water dripping from the drainage pipe. Yes, God is under the porch as well as on top of the mountain, and joy is in both the front row and the bleachers, if we are willing to be where we are.”  ~  Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening.

 Take a few deep breaths, letting tension and anxiety to flow out and peaceful serenity to flow in so that you can embrace the life you want by mindfulness meditation awakening to o the life you are living.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

The Spring Awakening

“Heart Connection” from Healing Dreams by Dean Evenson; Scott Huckabay. Released: 2001.


 

 

Ballad

by Sonia Sanchez
(after the spanish)

forgive me if i laugh

you are so sure of love

you are so young

and i too old to learn of love.

 

the rain exploding

in the air is love

the grass excreting her

green wax is love

and stones remembering

past steps is love,

but you. you are too young

for love

and i too old.

 

once. what does it matter

when or who, i knew

of love.

i fixed my body

under his and went

to sleep in love

all trace of me

was wiped away

 

forgive me if i smile

young heiress of a naked dream

you are so young

and i too old to learn of love.

 

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Conversations on Jazz, Classical Music and Life with Igor Stravinski ~ Poet’s Beat ~ Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing.  ~ Dylan Thomas

Stravinsky ~ The Rite of Spring Score Part 1

 

A conversation to remember was between my dad and Mr. Stravinsky in the spring of 1965.  It was a privilege to be in the company of Mr. Stravinsky as Teacher and dad as Student at L.A. County College’s music room.  Mr., Stravinsky taught the art of being a Conductor of an orchestra.  He spoke in a very soft voice where listening was the caveat to conducting.  He was a very warm and engaging man and I felt the grace and finesse of how classical music can augment a jazz performance.  This session came about from Mr. Stravinsky and Stan Kenton preparing for the Grand Opening of the Los Angeles Music Center. 

 There is a Buddhist precept that asks us to be mindful of how rare it is to find ourselves in human form on earth. It is really a beautiful view of life that offers us the chance to feel enormous appreciation for the fact that we are here as individual spirits filled with consciousness, drinking water and chopping wood.  That was my Aha moment.  I was blessed and very fortunate that day in what I would consider discovering as Mark Nepo says  “Of all the things that exist, we breathe and wake and turn it into song.”  Can you learn technique, style, meaning and joy through observation?  That would be my greatest wish….I leave you with a poem “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” by Dylan Thomas.   This poem reminds me of Mr. Stravinsky, The art of living life out loud and listening to the whispers that come from within.  …Peace Out! JBC 8-)

 

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

By Dylan Thomas

 

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

 

 

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Poet’s Beat ~ “Jazzanatomy “by James A. Emmanuel with a Jazz Byte on the Side~ A Rawsome Vegan Ceviche Recipe!

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Good Morning Foodies!  Today I wanted to share jazz haiku with a jazz byte on the side.  I didn’t want you think about my other preoccupation ~ Food!  Enjoy!  JBC 8-)

Jazzanatomy

[English]

EVERYTHING

is jazz: snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females, snow-white cotton bales.

Knee-bone, thigh, hip-bone. Jazz slips you percussion bone classified “unknown.”

Slick lizard rhythms, cigar-smoke tunes, straight-gin sky laced with double moons.

Second-chance rhythms, don’t-give-up riffs: jazz gets HIGH off can’ts, buts, and

 

Jazzanatomie

Y a du jazz PARTOUT:
chez veau, vache, cochon, couvée,
blanche-neige et coton.

Genou, cuisse et hanche.
Le jazz te secoue, te branche.
Mais, dis, ça vient d’où?

Peinard, lézard, cool,
dans la fumée des cigares;
gin dans la lune saoule.

Rythmes qu’on rattrape,
riffs à bout de souffle: le jazz
PLANE quand ça dérape

Jazz Byte: Raw Vegan Ceviche Recipe!

 

 

In  the Mix

5 cups shredded cauliflower (I used one large cauliflower) 
1 1/2 cups fresh lime juice (7-8 large limes)
2 1/2 cups chopped cucumber
1 1/2 cups chopped roma tomatoes
1 cup chopped cilantro
3/4 cup chopped red onion

Serrano peppers to taste (you can also use other peppers like jalapeño or habanero)
Salt and pepper to taste

Optional: Hot sauce (mine is Huichol Hot Sauce)

Serve alone, stuffed in bell peppers, or with tostadas.

You can obviously modify the recipe depending on what you like; I personally always read recipes as suggestions and alter them to my needs.

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Poet’s Beat ~ “Preludes” by T.S. Eliot n’ Liner Notes on “Changes” featuring Miles Davis and Milt Jackson

Miles Davis – Changes featuring Miles Davis and Milt Jackson

Liner Notes…

Jazz opened my life to the endless possibilities.  Going to rehearsals and traversing through various venues and terrains  presented auditory snaps of life’s vast tapestry of culture, American life, is a canvas of life’s challenges  This song is the quintessential element of a sextet.  There are six musicians with the feel of an orchestra.  Miles Davis,  a central figure in the 1950s, embraced the meaning from  Dizzy, Coltrane, Monk, Tad drawing together a new auditory vision of cool … He broke the rules of jazz five times from 1949 to 1969. … His first Columbia album ‘Round about Midnight (1955) featured Davis’s first.   In 1959 he dropped Kind of Blue  igniting albums with Cannonball Adderley and Milt Jackson.

Davis and Jackson combine salacious voicings on the head to “Bitty Ditty,”  The result was their abilities by demonstrate their elegant mastery of harmony and swing.  Both are inspired by the shape of the song’s line, and are completely unfazed and amazed by its intricacies.  Give a listen and feel the pain of life and our separation from the Source.  Wishing back to the time when we were one with it.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

 Preludes

by T. S. Eliot

I

The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o’clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.

And then the lighting of the lamps.
II

The morning comes to consciousness
Of faint stale smells of beer
From the sawdust-trampled street
With all its muddy feet that press
To early coffee-stands.

With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a thousand furnished rooms.
III

You tossed a blanket from the bed,
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They flickered against the ceiling.
And when all the world came back
And the light crept up between the shutters
And you heard the sparrows in the gutters,
You had such a vision of the street
As the street hardly understands;
Sitting along the bed’s edge, where
You curled the papers from your hair,
Or clasped the yellow soles of feet
In the palms of both soiled hands.
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.

I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.

Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.

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Poet’s Beat ~ In The Morning by Jayne Cortez ~ Featuring Awakening Spirit by Dean Everson & Scott Huckabay

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“Awakening Spirit” from Healing Dreams by Dean Evenson; Scott Huckabay. Released: 2001.


Spring is desperately trying to bloom.  Somehow winter seems reluctant to leave.  Mornings bring renewal.  Yesterday is a memory that tomorrow will become.  So, here’s to an eazy peazy Monday.  We are off to a great start….Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

 

In The Morning

Jayne Cortez

Disguised in my mouth as a swampland 
nailed to my teeth like a rising sun 
you come out in the middle of fish-scales 
you bleed into gourds wrapped with red ants 
you syncopate the air with lungs like screams from 
yazoo 
like X rated tongues 
and nickel plated fingers of a raw ghost man 
you touch brown nipples into knives 
and somewhere stripped like a whirlwind 
stripped for the shrine room 
you sing to me through the side face of a black 
rooster
In the morningin the morningin the morning 
all over my door like a rooster 
in the morningin the morningin the morning
And studded in my kidneys like perforated hiccups 
inflamed in my ribs like three hoops of thunder 
through a screw 
a star-bent-bolt of quivering colons 
you breathe into veiled rays and scented ice holes 
you fire the space like a flair of embalmed pigeons 
and palpitate with the worms and venom and wailing 
flanks 
and somewhere inside this fever 
inside my patinaed pubic and camouflaged slit 
stooped forward on fangs 
in rear of your face 
you shake to me in the full crown of a black rooster
In the morningin the morningin the morning
Masquerading in my horn like a river 
eclipsed to these infantries of dentures of diving 
spears 
you enter broken mirrors through fragmented pipe 
spit 
you pull into a shadow ring of magic jelly 
you wear the sacrificial blood of nightfall 
you lift the ceiling with my tropical slush dance 
you slide and tremble with the reputation of an 
earthquake
and when i kick through walls 
to shine like silver 
when i shine like brass through crust in a compound 
when i shineshineshine 
you wail to me in the drum call of a black rooster
In the morningin the morningin the morning 
gonna kill me a rooster 
in the morning 
early in the morning 
way down in the morning 
before the sun passes by 
in the morningin the morningin the morning
In the morning 
when the deep sea goes through a dog’s bite 
and you spit on tip of your long knife 
In the morningin the morning 
when peroxide falls on a bed of broken glass 
and the sun rises like a polyester ball of menses 
in the morning 
gonna firedance in the petro 
in the morning 
turn loose the blues in the funky jungle 
in the morning 
I said when you see the morning coming like 
a two-headed twister 
let it blowlet it blow 
in the morningin the morning 
all swollen up like an ocean in the morning 
early in the morning 
before the cream dries in the bushes 
in the morning 
when you hear the rooster cry 
cry rooster cry 
in the morningin the morningin the morning
I said 
disguised in my mouth as a swampland 
nailed to my teeth like a rising sun 
you come out in the middle of fish-scales 
you bleed into gourds wrapped with red ants 
you syncopate the air with lungs like screams from 
yazoo 
like X rated tongues 
and nickel plated fingers of a raw ghost man 
you touch brown nipples into knives 
and somewhere stripped like a whirlwind 
stripped for the shrine room 
you sing to me through the side face of a black 
rooster
In the morningin the morningin the morning 

 

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Poet’s Beat ~ Mindfulness Meditation Spa Sunday featuring Hugh Selwyn Mauberly [excerpt] by Ezra Pound ~ Sounds by Sun Ra “Outer Nothingness”

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“…compose in the sequence of the musical phrase, not in the sequence of the metronome.”  ~ Ezra Pound

Jazz poetry is universal and cosmopolitan in its language and context.  Imagination is the precept for improvisation.  So for today’s spa session I have paired Hugh Selwyn Mauberly by Ezra Pound with Sun Ra’s “Outer Nothingness”.  Metaphor is another aspect of jazz and poetry and being able to lean into your life with everything you’ve got!  On that note,  let’s embrace the freedom that we have in our lives and live according to James Dean’s phrase.   “I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.”’  I am a an eternal optimist and it is because of the jazz lessons I learned in early life or my living through and with cancer.  Once you have found your passion in life, it doesn’t not matter what challenges arise, you will always know in your heart that it is part of the process.

 

Sun Ra “Outer Nothingness”


Hugh Selwyn Mauberly [excerpt]

by Ezra Pound

 

For three years, out of key with his time,

He strove to resuscitate the dead art

Of poetry; to maintain “the sublime”

In the old scene.  Wrong from the start–

 

No, hardly, but seeing he had been born

In a half-savage country, out of date;

Bent resolutely on wringing lilies from the acorn;

Capaneus; trout for factitious bait;

 

[idmen gar toi pant, hos eni Troiei]

Caught in the unstopped ear;

Giving the rocks small lee-way

The chopped seas held him, therefore, that year.

 

His true Penelope was Flaubert,

He fished by obstinate isles;

Observed the elegance of Circe’s hair

Rather than the mottoes on sun-dials.

 

Unaffected by “the march of events,”

He passed from men’s memory in l’an trentuniesme

De son eage; the case presents

No adjunct to the Muses’ diadem.


II

The age demanded an image

Of its accelerated grimace,

Something for the modern stage,

Not, at any rate, an Attic grace;

 

Not, not certainly, the obscure reveries

Of the inward gaze;

Better mendacities

Than the classics in paraphrase!

 

The “age demanded” chiefly a mould in plaster,

Made with no loss of time,

A prose kinema, not, not assuredly, alabaster

Or the “sculpture” of rhyme.


IV

These fought in any case,

and some believing,

pro domo, in any case . . .

 

Some quick to arm,

some for adventure,

some from fear of weakness,

some from fear of censure,

some for love of slaughter, in imagination,

learning later . . .

some in fear, learning love of slaughter;

Died some, pro patria,

non “dulce” non “et decor” . . .

walked eye-deep in hell

believing in old men’s lies, then unbelieving

came home, home to a lie,

home to many deceits,

home to old lies and new infamy;

usury age-old and age-thick

and liars in public places.

 

Daring as never before, wastage as never before.

Young blood and high blood,

fair cheeks, and fine bodies;

 

fortitude as never before

 

frankness as never before,

disillusions as never told in the old days,

hysterias, trench confessions,

laughter out of dead bellies.


V

There died a myriad,

And of the best, among them,

For an old bitch gone in the teeth,

For a botched civilization,

 

Charm, smiling at the good mouth,

Quick eyes gone under earth’s lid,

 

For two gross of broken statues,

For a few thousand battered books.

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Poet’s Beat ~ “anyone lived in a pretty how town” by e. e. cummings feat. “Giggles” by Teri Lyne Carrington

L.A. Night life Skyline Courtesy of Creative Commons

L.A. Night life Skyline Courtesy of Creative Commons

Jazz poetry dropped into American Life in the 1920’s.  With that came a cultural change that manifested into a perspective that embellished and captured the two elements of Jazz:  Rhythm and Improvisation.  Poetry took flight and poet’s like Ezra Pound, T.S. Eliot and of course one of my heros…e. e. cummings.  It became a whirlwind romance that challenged literary forms and impact of the Roaring 20’s.  Jazz Poetry like jazz was an artform that confronted and expressed the cultural rage of American mores and society to become an outsider, a counter-culture and took residence in the Beat generation in the ‘20’s through the 40’s with poet’s like Rexroth, Kerouac, Ferlinghetti, Baraka, Jayne Cortez, Mina Loy to name a few.  It revolutionized and immortalized Poetry into the 20th Century that gave birth to its loving children…Hip Hop, live poetry and poetry slams. 

Today of course is Saturday, my Feung Shui day to prepare for my spiritual Mindfulness Meditation Spa Sunday.  I have paired these two pieces to get your groove on and finding jazz in everyday life.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

Giggles by Teri Lyne Carrington


anyone lived in a pretty how town

by e. e. Cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

 

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Poet’s Beat ~ O-Jazz-O War Memoir: Jazz, Don’t Listen To It At Your Own Risk by Bob Kaufman featuring Horace Silver’s “A Song for My Father”

My" Jazz Box" Collage

My” Jazz Box” Collage

 

My head is a bony guitar, strung with tongues, plucked by fingers & nails.”  ~ Bob Kaufman on  his own work,

Horace Silvers “A Song For My Father”


It is only natural that at the tender age of eleven, I had fallen in love with jazz sound and words.  Jazz poetry is the best of both worlds for me.  There ain’t nothin’ in this world I could ask God to give me, than the gift of translating musical notes into words.  Take the shape of a life lived in full measure.  Of course, with that gift I had to face the perfect storms of life and after all that is played and done, a glorious experience and sense of timing.  The art of knowing when to..stop, start, slow it down, staccato and rests carefully placed on the canvas of life.  That knowing has left me craving peace and serenity and knowing deep down to the souls of my heart that the joy comes when we wait,  Waiting is the first born of jazz poetry.  So, I have embraced Jazz and Poetry for the month of April.  Exploring mindfulness meditations and conversations that gives the soul the full acoustic literary dose of memories, dreams, inspiration that expands and awakens the mysterious source of living the life that is waiting for us….  Today I want to take a closer look at Bob Kaufman and unleash the scores of wisdom and insight.  I paired these two because of my dad and my mom have made this all possible… Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

Poet Jack Micheline said about Kaufman, “I found his work to be essentially improvisational, and was at its best when accompanied by a jazz musician. His technique resembled that of the surreal school of poets, ranging from a powerful, visionary lyricism of satirical, near dadaistic leanings, to the more prophetic tone that can be found in his political poems.

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O-Jazz-O War Memoir: Jazz, Don’t Listen To It At Your Own Risk

by  Bob Kaufman

In the beginning, in the wet

Warm dark place,

Straining to break out, clawing at strange cables

Hearing her screams, laughing

Later we forgave ourselves, we didn’t know”

Some secret jazz

Shouted, wait, don’t go.

Impatient, we came running, innocent

Laughing blobs of blood & faith.

To this mother, father world

Where laughter seems out of place

So we learned to cry, pleased

They pronounce human.

The secret Jazz blew a sigh

Some familiar sound shouted wait

Some are evil, some will hate.

“Just Jazz, blowing its top again”

So we rushed & laughed.

As we pushed & grabbed

While jazz blew in the night

Suddenly they were too busy to hear a simple sound

They were busy shoving mud in men’s mouths,

Who were busy dying on the living ground

Busy earning medals, for killing children on deserted street corners

Occupying their fathers, raping their mothers, busy humans we

Busy burning Japanese in atomicolorcinemascope

With stereophonic screams,

What one hundred per cent red blooded savage, would waste precious

time

Listening to jazz, with so many important things going on

But even the fittest murderers must rest

So they sat down in our blood soaked garments,

and listened to jazz

lost, steeped in all our death dreams

They were shocked at the sound of life, long gone from our own

They were indignant at the whistling, thinking, singing, beating,

swinging,

They wept for it, hugged, kissed it, loved it, joined it, we drank it,

Smoked it, ate with it, slept with it

They made our girls wear it for lovemaking

Instead of silly lace gowns,

Now in those terrible moments, when the dark memories come

The secret moments to which we admit no one

When guiltily we crawl back in time, reaching away from ourselves

They hear a familiar sound,

Jazz, scratching, digging, blueing, swinging jazz,

And listen,

And feel, & die.

Bob Kaufman, “O-Jazz-O War Memoir: Jazz, Don’t Listen To It At Your Own Risk” from Cranial Guitar.

Copyright © 1996 by Eileen Kaufman. Reprinted by permission of Coffee House Press. http://www.coffeehousepress.org

 

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RiffShot ~ THOUGHTS ON JAZZ, SARTRE & MY KINDLE FIRE

“… they are  speaking to the best part of you, the toughest, the freest, the part that wants neither  melody nor refrain, but the deafening climax of the moment….”  ~ Sartre (1947)

 I was sitting at a corner table at Tula’s and it reminds me of St. Nick’s Pub ~ New York City in West Harlem back in the day when Jazz was alive and fresh.  I don’t go anywhere nowadays without my Kindle Fire and my digital recorder so that I can record my thoughts and re-create the atmosphere and ambience of the Jazz that Sartre describes in his article entitled I Discovered Jazz in America”  in 1947, he was listening to jazz musicians play at Nick’s pub, New York:  It is such a treat to go into the various clubs here in Seattle.  The energy is ignited bringing memories and emotions to the forefront creating an enlightened experience.  This is what I feel when I listen to this song without fail.

Tulas- Jazz Club in Seattle Washington

Tulas- Jazz Club in Seattle Washington

“Silver Treads Among My Soul” from Song For My Father by Horace Silver. Released: 1999.


Today most folks work, live and exist in an emotional vacuum that has become complacent and without affect throughout the day.   Mindfulness is a way to tap into our true spiritual energy and connect to our emotional energy.   For a long time it seemed that folks try to desperately control their emotions, i.e., fear, anxiety, doubt and worry are drummed into us on a daily basis and we eventually lose energy and serenity along the way.   I am not much of a night person any more.  However I seek events, folks, and situations in life that will evoke and fuel positive emotions.  Not to sound like a broken record, I try to take time out of each day to cultivate the feelings of joy and contentment. Pursue your passion to create~ write, paint, sing, dance to your heart’s desire. A trick I learned is if I am frustrated and sad I force myself to smile and to my surprise, the cloud is lifted. Cultivate compassion and love within your soul.

 

The best secret habit of jazz living is to be on your path to deeper understanding and spiritual growth. Once you awaken these emotional energies and integrate them into your daily life you will be what Sartre refers to when he wrote… Jazz is like bananas – it must be consumed on the spot. God knows there are recordings in France, and some sad imitators. But all they do is give us an excuse to shed a few tears in pleasant company. Like everyone else, I really discovered jazz in America. 

 

Miles Davis (tpt)_ James Moody (ts)_Tadd Dameron (p)_Barney Spieler (b)_ Kenny Clarke (d)

Miles Davis (tpt)_ James Moody (ts)_Tadd Dameron (p)_Barney Spieler (b)_ Kenny Clarke (d)

 

I love the feel of holding a book and turning the pages.  However, my Kindle Fire allows me to surf the net immediately not missing a beat and to make notations and comments as I read Sartre.  Another secret habit involves our temperament and style in which we read.  It is a proven fact that reading is an integral part of writing.  I had to let go of having to hold the book in my hand and use media technology to enhance, inspire and improvise my writing.  However, I keep books I treasure in a beautiful bookcase in my living room.  Dad was very reluctant to embrace cool jazz and rock and roll and he said he regretted not leaning in and generating a new sound he had in his soul.

I remember dad was my five a.m. wake up call. I would hear dulcet tones sending a breath of notes across my mind to the beat of my existence.  It was a series of riffs and changes with a syncopated harmonic intent.  It had a rhythm that majestically brought a sense of devotion to each note.  The sound of him hitting each piano key gave the house a mystery, improvising life — setting our house apart from the rest of the houses on Wilton Place.  On that note, living in the moment will and listening and surfing the waves of life will prove to be a powerful and wonderfully engaged existence.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

 

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Jazz Bytes ~ Mini Raw Vegan Chocolate “Cheesecake” by Slow Club Cookery Accompanied by Blanche Calloway’s “You Ain’t Livin’ Right”

Mini Raw Chocolate Cheesecake

Mini Raw Chocolate Cheesecake

 

Well, I am looking at Wednesdays as an opportunity to be whimsical and letting your Spirit soar.  Now we must not forget to throw in a little decadence with a note of simply Rawsome Chocolate cheesecake.  We are traversing a heavenly jazz terrain and having fun along the way.  So let’s get our kicks on swab the decks and celebrate “over the hump day!”   Bien, Paix! JBC 8-)

“BlANCH CALLOWAY “YOU AIN’T LIVIN; RIGHT”.


Author Notes: I could, if properly motivated, carefully craft some sort of elaborate origin story for this cake, but it would be a filthy lie.
The truth is simple. I wanted raw cheesecake, the ingredients were on hand and…cake happened.   More specifically raw vegan chocolate cheesecake with coconut walnut crust. - Slow Club Cookery

 Serves 2

Date-Walnut Crust

  • 5medjool dates, pitted
  • 1/4cup raw flaked coconut
  • 1/4cup raw walnuts
  • 1/4tablespoon sea salt

Process dates, flaked coconut, walnuts and salt in food processor until mixture resembles fine crumbs. Using your fingertips, press crust into the bottom and sides of mini (4″) springform pan. Set aside.

Walnut-Cashew Filling

  • 1/2cup raw cashews
  • 1/2cup raw walnuts + water for soaking
  • 3tablespoons fresh lemon juice
  • 2tablespoons raw agave syrup (can also use maple syrup, not raw)
  • 1/2teaspoon sea salt
  • 2tablespoons softened raw coconut oil
  • 1tablespoon raw cacao powder
  • 1/2teaspoon pure vanilla extract
  1. Combine cashews and walnuts, cover with water and soak for 1-3 hours.
  2. Drain soaked nuts and place them in the bowl of a food processor. Add lemon juice, agave, salt, coconut oil, cacao powder and vanilla extract. Process until completely smooth.
  3. Scrape filling into springform pan and smooth with a spatula. Place in the freezer for at least an hour.

Pop chilled cake out of springform pan and serve. Can be made several days ahead of time and kept chilled until serving.

 

 

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On That Note ~ Finding Your Voice

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.”  ~ Steve Jobs

In jazz as with writing, voicing refers to a particular arrangement of the notes of a chord where harmonies color the tone.  Voice leading is when you get a succession of harmonic tones of the inner voices to form distinct melodic lines of their own or to move in a smooth stepwise motion.  When my doctor told me that I would need voice therapy because my right vocal cord is paralyzed, it reminded me of when dad was teaching how to sight sing.  Maybe I will be able to sing or scat like Ella Fitzgerald or Al Jarreau.  Voice therapy is really putting jazz into my everyday life.  It involves learning how to breathe and speak so that I will not strain the one working vocal cord I have.  This is exciting in the sense that I will be able to create my own style and to form a connection to the truth that resides in my heart.  Also, there is the opportunity to apply these techniques to enhance my writing voice.    I was fortunate to take a half hour voice lesson to become more engaged in reading my works.  I was with two cool poets and we surrounded the voice coach jumping up and down, breathing in a dramatic form, holding our tongues at the roof of our mouths and reading aloud, I sounded like Elmer in the Bugs Bunny cartoons.  The lady meter reader walked by the window and looked straight at us and smiled.  I am sure she has seen all kinds of things through that window.  So, here’s to taking something that has been put in my path and runnin’ with it.  On that note I selected Ella Fitzgerald: One note Samba (scat singing) 1969 video so give a listen and you will get an ear full of style and syncopation.  Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about…. Peace Out! JBC 8-)

Published on Sep 23, 2012

June 22, 1969 jazz vocalist Ella Fitzgerald with accompaniment by Ed Thigpen on drums, Frank de la Rosa on bass, and Tommy Flanagan on piano.

 

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Poet’s Beat ~ “Listening to jazz now” by Jimmy Santiago Baca Accompanied by” Twilight World” by Marian McPartland

Courtesy of Creative Commons ~ Gordon Blackler Photography

Courtesy of Creative Commons ~ Gordon Blackler Photography

I paired these two pieces because when I was five years old Mom used to play “Twilight” (Bella’s Lullaby by Carter Burwel) for me on the piano just before my bedtime  On my birthday I received a music box that had a ballerina twirling as Twilight played.  I was enchanted.  Mom and I would get on our tippy toes and dance around my room and when the song was over we both fell back onto my ballerina bedspread laughing until it hurt.  It was some years later that all the jazz played in our living room was what I had heard in the composition stage that made its way up the stairs through time to me at eleven years old laying on my art deco mosaic blues bed spread.  This poem captures my fascination with nature and when I fell in love with sound and words.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

“Twilight World” by Marian McPartland


 

Listening to jazz now”

by Jimmy Santiago Baca

 

Listening to jazz now, I’m happy

     sun shining outside like it was my lifetime achievement award.

                I’m happy,

with my friend and her dog up in Durango, her emailing

     me this morning

no coon hound ailing yowls

vibrant I love yous.

        I’m happy,

        my smile a big Monarch butterfly

        after having juiced up some carrots, garlic, seaweed,

        I stroll the riverbank, lazy as a deep cello

in a basement bar–

 

                   smoke, cagney’d out patrons

                   caramel and chocolate women in black

                             shoulder strap satin dresses,

                   and red high heels.

 

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Mindfulness Meditations on Riffs ~ Spa Sunday ~ Learning to Surf the Waves of Life

Jon Kabat Zinn Breathscape Guided Meditation  Courtesy of  Aladdin Zara

 

Everyone typically assumes that mindfulness meditation is a way to tune out  the pressures of the world or even your own mind, however that is the truth.   Meditation is neither shutting things out nor off.  Actually it is seeing things clearly, by intentionally viewing yourself from a different perspective.   Stress is part of life, a major part of being human, it is intrinsic to the human condition. In order not to become a victim we must have a willingness to embrace and work with the core of all meditation practice. A popular way is to envision how mindfulness works is thinking that your mind as like the surface of the ocean. There are always waves present.  Sometimes big, sometimes they are small, sometimes they are overwhelming.  The waves of the mind are churned up by the winds of stress and change in our lives.  Mindfulness Meditation it cannot be attained by misguided attempts to pacify the mind’s natural activity. Mindfulness .Meditation is about knowing something about how our mind works and finding healthy ways to deal with the waves.  “You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.”  Surf’s Up!  I like to at least take time out on Sundays to get my mind ready for the week ahead.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)   rhythm primer rest       Copyright © 2011-2014 by Jannat Marie/Jazzybeatchick. All rights Reserved. This material has been copyrighted,  feel free to share it with others; it can be distributed via social media or pingbacks or added to websites; please do not change the original content and, provide appropriate credit by including the author’s name @ http://jazzybeatchick.com and your readers shall not be charged by you under any circumstance.

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Poet’s Beat ~ ”What is Broken is What God Blesses” by Jimmy Santiago Baca~ “Accompanied by Portal Through The Mind” by Dean Evenson & Scott Huckabay

It’s Saturday again.  I selected this poem and music because I think there is beauty in imperfection.  One of a kind as it is with Improvisation.  In its uniqueness you must be in the present moment.  Not remembering, not forgetting just is  Nothing wrong with that!  Peace Out!  8-)

Courtesy of free public domain photographs ~ broken

Courtesy of free public domain photographs ~ broken

“Portal Through The Mind” by Dean Evenson & Scott Huckabay from Healing Dreams Album


“What is Broken is What God Blesses”

by Jimmy Santiago Baca

Translated by Tomas H. Lucero and Liz Fania Werner 

 

The lover’s footprint in the sand

the ten-year-old kid’s bare feet

in the mud picking chili for rich growers,

not those seeking cultural or ethnic roots,

but those whose roots

have been exposed, hacked, dug up and burned

and in those roots

do animals burrow for warmth;

what is broken is blessed,

not the knowledge and empty-shelled wisdom

paraphrased from textbooks,

not the mimicking nor plaques of distinction

nor the ribbons and medals

but after the privileged carriage has passed

the breeze blows traces of wheel ruts away

and on the dust will again be the people’s broken

What is broken God blesses,

not the perfectly brick-on-brick prison

but the shattered wall

that announces freedom to the world,

proclaims the irascible spirit of the human

rebelling against lies, against betrayal,

against taking what is not deserved;

the human complaint is what God blesses,

our impoverished dirt roads filled with cripples,

what is broken is baptized,

the irreverent disbeliever,

the addict’s arm seamed with needle marks

is a thread line of a blanket

frayed and bare from keeping the man warm.

We are all broken ornaments,

glinting in our worn-out work gloves,

foreclosed homes, ruined marriages,

from which shimmer our lives in their deepest truths,

blood from the wound,

broken ornaments—

when we lost our perfection and honored our imperfect sentiments, we were

Broken are the ghettos, barrios, trailer parks where gangs duel to death,

yet through the wretchedness a woman of sixty comes riding her rusty bicycle,

we embrace

we bury in our hearts,

broken ornaments, accused, hunted, finding solace and refuge

we work, we worry, we love

but always with compassion

reflecting our blessings—

in our brokenness

thrives life, thrives light, thrives

the essence of our strength,

each of us a warm fragment,

broken off from the greater

ornament of the unseen,

then rejoined as dust,

to all this is.

 

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Jazz Bytes ~ Fully Rawsome Mediterranean Salad with Hummus accompanied by Jane Ira Bloom’s “Always Hope”

I am so sure by now that I have been eating healthy and eazy to chew meals.  To that end here is a lovely totally Rawsome Mediterranean Salad music by Jane Ira Bloom.  So I wish you all an Eazy Peaczy Friday!  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

“Always Hope” by Jane Ira Bloom


Mediterranean Salad with FullyRaw Hummus! Celebrate culture, family, life, passion, and raw food, and share this colorful salad with your family and friends! http://youtu.be/DXWWEJzsjyI

I am half Lebanese and half Ecuadorian, and my family loves to celebrate our culture and LOVES to eat! In my culture, sharing food is a part of our culture; it’s a part of the bonding experience. Sharing food is sharing love. When I first went FullyRaw, one of the most difficult things to surpass was denying my mother’s Lebanese food. It wasn’t that I was desiring the food, but I missed the cultural aspect of sharing a dish and that bond with my family and friends. Also, I wanted to be able to share my new passion for health and raw foods with them. Therefore, I came up with this Mediterranean Salad with Hummus recipe to share with them! Eating cultural dishes doesn’t have to be unhealthy, but it can be delicious, colorful, and savory! Hummus is an all-time Arabic favorite, and you can use it as a side dip or a salad dressing! Raw food is beautiful food!

This salad is EPIC, savory, and tasty! It’s all about the flavors coming together to celebrate taste, culture, family, passion, and love!

There are a lot of ingredients in this salad because it is all of the flavors that make it absolutely delectable! An infusion of flavor is the Mediterranean way! :)

 

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Poet’s Beat ~ Last Exit by Jazzybeatchick featuring Flowers to Life by Dean Everson and Scott Huckabay

This is a pastiche poem of Kevin Young’s “Eulogy.”  It captures how I felt a month ago when I didn’t know what my diagnosis would be. I was listening to this song on my Android phone in the waiting area.  Thank God that it was not cancer but a complication.  Has this ever happened to you?  What are your thoughts?  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

Uptown Saturday Night Session Courtesy of Bearden Foundation

Uptown Saturday Night Session by Romare Bearden Courtesy of Bearden Foundation

 Flowers to Life by Dean Everson and Scott Huckabay

 


 

Last Exit
by Jazzybeatchick

 

Seeing stillness
In quiet repose

forever present
in 4/4 rhyme

courts the night
blanketing our fears

living in the shadows
nestled in muted tears

rhythm primer rest

 

 

 

illusive in nature
short lived within

the shores of infinity
amassed dissipates

in search of meaning
of the illusive dreamscape

of rags to cover
a life submerged

rhythm primer rest

 

 

 

tear drops falling free
weighted in measure

rhythm casts insatiable hunger
dropping in time

spilling into
an ocean cries

rhythm primer rest

 

 

 

Unsung songs that meditates

 

rhythm primer rest

 

 

 

submerged in heaven’s fate

awash of brass cymbals

the sirens await in

the silence

you who bare witness

to my worldly plight

catching the wave of innocent
horns held on high

to the bitter bitter end
i feel the light.

rhythm primer rest

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Mindfulness Meditation Spa ~ Secret Habits of Jazz Living ~ Leaning into Life

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.  ~ e.e. cummings

Meditation ~ Sea Sunset Rocks

Meditation ~ Sea Sunset Rocks

For me stress is an insidious learned response condition that turns out all of the light in my soul and heart into darkness. My intuition becomes blocked because my ego intensifies the stress rendering me numbed and in a state of inertia. Just for today I am going to reflect and listen to life and connecting to that sacred space inside of us to find tranquility and serenity.  Begin by taking time outs to feel a rhythmic accordance with your surroundings and heart  evoking emotions that allows you to translate your dreams while listening to music (jazz in my case) to create by writing, art, knitting, sailing, whatever is placed on your heart.

When taking the time out either to walk (in my case by the marina) and mindfulness meditating on being present asking  the Universe and God to clear your mind/body/soul to renew and remove toxic emotions or fears. Take a deep relaxed breathing for a fifteen minutes to a half hour (I like using my pranayama bolster).  Start each morning to live and cultivate a heartfelt life using qualities of gratitude, compassion, love and caring to improve your mental, emotional and physical health and well-being relieving resistance(s)  and releasing stressful burdens you are facing in that moment.

Take hold of your ego perceptions and reactions and either delete or place them in a disengaged and non-judgmental state of mind.  Over time you will begin looking at life through the lens of your heart’s intuitive intelligence. Relax your heart and breathe out all of the stressful emotions allowing them to flow out and you will begin to feel light, unencumbered and are ready to lean into the best you were meant to be. Renewed and transformed!  Peace Out!  JBC

Taking 5 to go to the Mindfulness Mediation Spa you have created.  Here is one way…Mindfulness Bell – A 5 Minute Mindfulness Meditation.  You will find that you can change your spa from indoor to the beach, the mountains or a place you have positive memories of in your life.  Let’s have a go…

This 5 minute mindfulness bell meditation is wonderful for whenever you want to clear your mind, relax and then get on with your day. 

The recording contains nothing but the pure sound of a Tibetan singing bowl being repeatedly struck with a soft mallet. It was taken from Mindfulness Bells Volume 1. Christopher Lloyd Clarke recorded this bowl in his personal studio in 2011 using some of the most high-end microphones and audio processing equipment in his collection. Christopher is known for being a bit obsessed with sound quality, so we hope that you can appreciate the lovely tonal balance and detail that is present in this recording, even if it’s just in YouTube video format. 

This calming sound is a wonderful focal point for meditation. Simply absorb your attention in the sound of the mindfulness bell. No mantra is required, no special breathing techniques are needed, just let your awareness be consumed by the sound of the bell.

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Jazz Matters ~Feminine NOT FEMINIST

A man gives many question marks, however, a woman is a whole mystery. ~Diana Stürm

Aretha Franklin – (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman [1967]


It is a wonder how modern society consistently creates chaos and confusion, anger and just plain ol’ culture rage.  It began in the U.S. with the pilgrims and the Native Americans.  Then it moved to Slavery.  Women began to assert their presence with the Suffragettes and the Flappers in the 20’s.  Life became a matter of race and gender as a means of determining privilege and freedom.  The Civil Rights movement was the tipping point in American Culture.  The Women Movement caught on and made assertions into the fray of Equality in Employment and Wages.  All this came at a price of course. The Women’s movement was considered by minority women as a Middle Class Caucasian cause and pastime because Minority women faced racial discrimination which stopped all hope of finding jobs and even freedom to choose anything.  Now femininity is called into question because you are pursuing what is regarded as masculine position and have ambition.   I disagree  I think folks should stop creating categories and labels.  Then the bullying will stop.  Stop using gender by creating yet another category to confuse our children and muck up the roles in life.  Not to place our children in harm’s way by manipulating and distorting the truth instead nurturing and protecting them from a world that is changing so fast it makes my head spin.

Women of the 60's

Women of the 60′s

 

Women  have the right to be inspired intellectually as their male counterparts, lest we  not forget that women are and have been the source of inspiration to their male counterparts. I must admit that my dad is the kind of man that I am attracted to“ men  who are strong in persona as well as physicality, and knows how to love and support a woman providing balance and complementary characteristics that allows partnering to share life and dreams together. Feminist’s feel that Feminists made the world move forward, however most women feel only the “feminine” makes the world go ’round.

Courtesy of Cecily Strong Wikipedia

Courtesy of Cecily Strong Wikipedia

 

Being mixed race complicates matters.  However on the flip side of things, minority women in Jazz and film in the wake of Civil Rights presented American Culture with a new dimension.  I loved watching Audrey Hepburn, Katherine Hepburn and Grace Kelly, Janet Leigh along with Dorothy Dandridge and Lena Horne.  They represented the epitome of what a woman was all about.  Through the mist of memories these women exhibited strength and character and fun qualities which Feminist would look at as being exploited.  To that end, I declare that I am proud to be Feminine and NOT A FEMENIST!   I must admit that it does feel nice to hold the hope that when a gentlemen walks by He’ll turn ’round for a glance or a smile.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

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Poet’s Beat ~ “Four Glimpses of Night” by Frank Marshall Davis Accompanied by “Night Flight (2007 Digital Remaster) (Feat. James Moody)”

Abstract-Night-Moonlight-Seascape-Art

Abstract-Night-Moonlight-Seascape-Art

 

When I first heard this song in 1967 sitting in the family room in our Los Angeles home I was mesmerized from the first note.  I felt a wave of horns take command of the scene to the wash of the syncopated cymbal.  I turned and saw dad sitting in the lounge chair leaning into the song with eyes closed and a focus so intent I felt as if the notes came to life and had climbed the stairs to my bedroom.  Through my picture window the stars seemed to be dancing and when Moody begins his climb into the solo like a comet that comes to life leaving in its wake a memory trail that touches the souls that are listening.  It resonates the universe in all of its glory, each star, like notes, musicians, artists, you and me are special and treasured by the Grace of God’s love.  A call and response of the orchestra, the audience and the conductor prevails.  Returned to the final refrain that says here we are a beautiful mosaic of individuals filled with hope, kindness and compassion brimming with energy to await the sun’s signal that a new day is born.  I paired these two because I felt the poem and the song were meant to be together.  How about you, what emotions are awakened in you?  Peace Out!  JBC! 8-)

“Night Flight (2007 Digital Remaster) (Feat. James Moody)”  by Gil Fuller & The Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra Featuring James Moody. Released: 2008. 


Four Glimpses of Night

 by Frank Marshall Davis

I.

Eagerly

Like a woman hurrying to her lover

Night comes to the room of the world

And lies, yielding and content

Against the cool round face

Of the moon.

II.

Night is a curious child, wandering

Between earth and sky, creeping

In windows and doors, daubing

The entire neighborhood

With purple paint.

Day

Is an apologetic mother

Cloth in hand

Following after.

III.

Peddling

From door to door

Night sells

Black bags of peppermint stars

Heaping cones of vanilla moon

Until

His wares are gone

Then shuffles homeward

Jingling the gray coins

Of daybreak.

IV.

Night’s brittle song, sliver-thin

Shatters into a billion fragments

Of quiet shadows

At the blaring jazz

Of a morning sun.

Frank  Marshall Davis, “Four Glimpses of Night” from Black Moods: Collected Poems, edited by John Edgar Tidwell. Copyright © 2002 by the Board of Trustees of the University of Illinois.  Reprinted by permission of University of Illinois Press.

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Jazz Bytes ~ Rawsome Vegan Tomato Ricotta Tart*

I love to experiment, so I decided to use half of the *Tomato filling as topping and half of the *Vegan Ricotta on the bottom of the tart to make a “Tomato Ricotta tart.   I had the pleasure of meeting Jacqueline Kennedy at the Robert F. Kennedy Pro-Celebrity Tournament in  Forrest Hills NY in 1978.  Here’s to lazy summer days and renewal for tomorrow in my continued Eazy Peazy style…Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

You can buy tomatoes at all times of the year, but there’s really nothing like a ripe Summer tomato. With that in mind, Laura shows you how to make a delicious, savory tomato tart. Spoiler: it’s delicious. FULL RECIPE BELOW.  I have added the vegan ricotta recipe below.  I met Jacqueline Kennedy in the summer of ’73 at the Robert F. Kennedy Pro-Celebrity Tournament at the  West Side Tennis Club.  I was part of the film crew that was working on a documentary of Althea Gibson  The weather was warm and sunny and when I was in the band stand, I swallowed my insecurities and resistance and walked up to her and she was wearing her signature white capris with a blue and white horizontally striped top and white sandals.  We chatted for about 20 minutes about tennis, favorite foods and literature we both enjoyed.  She did share with me that she absolutely loved Tomato Ricotta Tarts*.  So when I saw this video where Laura made a Vegan Tomato Tart, I came up with the idea of making half ricotta on the bottom of the tart and the as the topping.  The Vegan Tofu Ricotta Cheese is Courtesy of Japanese Vegan in Scotland blog.

Savory Tomato Tart

INGREDIENTS

Crust:
-3 c walnuts
-1 T nutritional yeast
-2 T olive oil
-1/4 t salt

Tomato Filling:
-3 c walnuts, soaked overnight
-2 T lemon juice
-1 T olive oil
-1 c cherry tomatoes
-1 T nutritional yeast
-few leaves fresh basil

Vegan Tofu Ricotta Cheese*

INGREDIENTS

200g firm tofu (Momen)

1 clove garlic

1 Tsp fresh basil, minced (or dried basil)

1 Tsp lemon juice

1 Tsp miso paste

1/2 tsp Japanese plum vinegar

1/2 Tsp onion powder

1/2 Tsp fresh parsley, minced (or dried parsley)

Salt to taste

(1 Tbls nutritional yeast, if you have or can get)

Directions:

  1. Microwave the tofu for 2 min. Press the water out of the tofu (as much as you can).
  2. Put the tofu and all other ingredients in a blender or food processor.
  3. Blend until the tofu mixture becomes smooth, like the top picture. Add salt and pepper to taste. EAT with whatever you like!

Putting Things All Together
-Start with the crust. Place the walnuts in the food processor and blend for about 10 seconds, then add the remaining ingredients.
-Press the crust into the tart pan, and dehydrate overnight, or bake at 200 degrees for 30-40 minutes, or until firm to the touch.
-To make the filling, combine soaked walnuts, olive oil, lemon juice, nutritional yeast, and salt in a food processor.
-Cut your tomatoes in half, then warm them in the dehydrator, or bake at 200 degrees for 20 minutes, just until softened.
-Now, just assemble. Spread filling over the crust, add your tomatoes on top, and garnish with a little basil.
-Refrigerate the tart for at least 30 minutes to allow it to set up.

For more info on Laura:

http://sidesaddlekitchen.com

Note: This tofu vegan ricotta cheese is so easy and tasty! It’s made with tofu but you can’t taste the tofu at all. The blended tofu is as smooth as real cheese. You can use this vegan cheese for so many kinds of recipes: pizza, lasagna and so on.


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Poet’s Beat ~ “There It” Is by Jayne Cortez Featuring Norah Jones “Broken”

Hippies Holding Love Not War sign Courtesy of Moral Journey

Hippies Holding Love Not War sign Courtesy of Moral Journey

“Broken” from Not Too Late by Norah Jones. Released: 2007.


There It Is

by Jayne Cortez

And if we don’t fight 
if we don’t resist 
if we don’t organize and unify and 
get the power to control our own lives 
Then we will wear 
the exaggerated look of captivity 
the stylized look of submission 
the bizarre look of suicide 
the dehumanized look of fear 
and the decomposed look of repression 
forever and ever and ever 
And there it is 

Here’s to an Eazy Peaczy Friday.  Happy Spring, seems like Winter is not ready to leave yet, I got the bags ready to pack winter away until Holidays…Peace Out!  JBC 

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Jazz Bytes ~ Rawsome Raw Savory Vegetable “Rice” Recipe Featuring Nina Simone singing “Fodder on Her Wings”

Good Morning!  I have my medical doctor’s appointment this morning and feel a deep sense of relieve because I love my Primary Care doc.  She is young and smart and very compassionate as well as her support staff.  Admittedly I want my memories of my life to soften, and are healing and transformed into sweet and savory memories in the holistic ambiance immersed in the universe of Jazz.  I am tired of being treated by folks who have their own agendas and leave me in the state of pain and suffering as my March 11 trip to the Dentist had been.  I want to feel that although dad and mom are gone, I have people who come into my life will not remind me of things that are not or gone and bring things that are present and beautiful in this world.  Persecution comes in so many forms where I can clearly declare that AM NOT the LABEL given to me for example, BLACK AMERICAN, BREAST CANCER SURVIVOR, DISABLED, NO FAMILY, NO CHILDREN, blah. blah. blah, why?  Because those are your words not mine!  I believe in femininity not feminism because yes there is a difference and at the end of the day I will not support any program, cause, trend where people who do not share my same view and choose to harm, physically and emotionally promoting misery on every living being should be locked up.  It is homicide by proxy.  So, just for today I want to take a break from all things confused and spiteful and to focus on inner peace and joy.  That is dispite the outcome  of my medical challenges I seek refuge  in Jazz and comforted by savory things.  To that end here is delicious and filling meal when you’re in the mood for something savory and listen to acoustically feel it in my soul.  I feel blessed and filled to the brim with hope, and joy.  How about you?  Have you ever had challenges that rock you to the core?  I wish you all the best today.  Peace Out!  JBC

Nina Simone sings Fodder on Her Wings


Savory Vegetable “Rice

1 medium or small romanesque cauliflower or regular cauliflower (2 1/2 cups of cauliflower pieces before processed)
1 small kohlrabi peeled and cut (optional)
1 large, ripe, red bell pepper approximately a 6 oz. sized pepper stemmed and seeded (half cut up in pieces, the other half set aside for sauce)
2 persian cucumbers or 6 oz. (or 1 small regular cucumber peeled) julienned into 1 inch noodles (zucchini can be substituted)
3 1/2 cups of cherry or vine ripened tomatoes (2 cups for sauce and 1 1/2 cups cut up for rice)
4 large stalks of celery approximately 11 oz. (6-7 oz. roughly chopped for the sauce and 3-4 oz. finely chopped for rice)
1/2 cup of fine carrot peelings
1/2 cup of pre-soaked sun dried tomatoes (soaked in warm water, preferably for an hour or more depending on thickness) a few pieces for the sauce and the rest for the rice
1 1/2 medjool dates (pitted) or for better food combining – a 1/2 cup or so of a sweet tasting mango or apple
15-20 medium sized sweet basil leaves (10 or so for sauce, and the left over for garnish)
1/2 cup of fresh blueberries (for garnish) *optional

For rice, break a part the romanesque and put pieces along with the peeled & cut stem into the Vitamix or food processor
Add the peeled and cut kohlrabi and blend, or process, both until it becomes a small rice sized consistency

Pour into a large bowl
Add cut up bell pepper, cucumber (or zucchini) noodles, finely diced celery, chopped tomatoes, fine carrot peelings, and your cut up sun dried tomatoes

For sauce
Blend 2 cups of cherry tomatoes, 1/2 of your red bell pepper, 3 stalks of celery roughly chopped, 10 large sweet basil leaves and 1 1/2 pitted medjool dates OR ( you can substitute the dates with a sub-acid fruit like 1/2 cup of mango or sweeter apple like a Fuji.)

Blend until all ingredients are mixed well but not too smooth

Pour over rice and mix together

Garnish with fresh sweet basil and blueberries

You can also add fresh organic corn, chives, cilantro and a pinch of cumin for a Mexican style rice dish!

Courtesy of Raw Synergy @ http://www.rawsynergy.com

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Poet’s Beat ~ The Embrace by Mark Doty ~ Accompanied by Oliver Nelson’s Yearnin’

PONT NEUF Modern Abstract Watercolor Art

PONT NEUF Modern Abstract Watercolor Art

Jazz adds heat, color, flavor that can take us outside the lines of our lives.  Literary Art ~ Poetry and Prose comes from a universal place in our hearts but speaks multiculturally and ethnicity that resonates in the light of our dreams.  Together they cast fears, sorrows, hate, lies beyond the surface of the seas of yesterdays.  Peace and Joy abound for me with this pairing.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

“Yearnin’” from The Blues And The Abstract Truth by Oliver Nelson. Released: 1961. Track 4 of 6. Genre: Jazz.


 

The Embrace

by Mark Doty

You weren’t well or really ill yet either;
just a little tired, your handsomeness
tinged by grief or anticipation, which brought
to your face a thoughtful, deepening grace.

I didn’t for a moment doubt you were dead.
I knew that to be true still, even in the dream.
You’d been out–at work maybe?–
having a good day, almost energetic.

We seemed to be moving from some old house
where we’d lived, boxes everywhere, things
in disarray: that was the story of my dream,
but even asleep I was shocked out of the narrative

by your face, the physical fact of your face:
inches from mine, smooth-shaven, loving, alert.
Why so difficult, remembering the actual look
of you? Without a photograph, without strain?

So when I saw your unguarded, reliable face,
your unmistakable gaze opening all the warmth
and clarity of you–warm brown tea–we held
each other for the time the dream allowed.

Bless you. You came back, so I could see you
once more, plainly, so I could rest against you
without thinking this happiness lessened anything,
without thinking you were alive again.

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Makin’ Waves n’ Breakin’ Free ~ In Camera View of the Milestones of Women’s Role in American History with Nina Simone Singing “Trouble In Mind”

Nina Simone Singing “Trouble In Mind”  I selected this song to set the scene for this post.

Jacqueline B. Kennedy Onassis

Jacqueline B. Kennedy Onassis

”What is sad for women of my generation is that they weren’t supposed to work if they had families. What were they going to do when the children are grown – watch the raindrops coming down the window pane?  I want to live my life, not record it.”  ~ Jacqueline Lee Bouvier Kennedy

In 1869   Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton form the National Woman Suffrage Association. The primary goal of the organization is to achieve voting rights for women by means of a Congressional amendment to the Constitution

Women_in_the_1920s_-_Flat_Rock_Org

Women_in_the_1920s_-_Flat_Rock_Org

In the 1920’s The Women’s Bureau of the Department of Labor is formed to collect information about women in the workforce and safeguard good working conditions for women.

Tallulah Bankhead

Tallulah Bankhead

The Scene Changes in American Life  ~ Jazz Age revolutionized America’s social and cultural world.  It began with the Roaring Twenties and transformed to become the Jazz Age.  Both challenged the American traditional roles and mores of women.  John Held, Jr. introduced flappers in his cartoons by depicting women’s role as the gentile “Gibson girl” from an earlier generation to an outright Rebel.  Women no longer were confined to the home and its traditional roles and were becoming a young “independent” woman who was often coined as a little fast and maybe even a little brazen.

Mary McLeod Bethune was an extraordinary educator, civil rights leader ...

Mary McLeod Bethune was an extraordinary educator, civil rights leader …

In 1935 Mary McLeod Bethune organizes the National Council of Negro Women, a coalition of black women’s groups that lobbies against job discrimination, racism, and sexism.

WWII women worked in factories while men  were off to war

WWII women worked in factories while men were off to war

By 1950, millions of WWII veterans had married their sweethearts, returned to college, and settled down in suburbia. Women were expected to stay at home and take care of the kids, while the hubby earned enough money to support the family.

Courtesy of Sadeesays

The 1970s became a decade of empowerment for women, many of whom moved into traditionally male professions such as medicine, law and business. Congress passed an Equal Rights Amendment–although it was never ratified by the states. The Supreme Court upheld a woman’s right to have an abortion, even though this decision continues to be controversial.

Roe v Wade Monumental Supreme Court Decision 1973

Roe v Wade Monumental Supreme Court Decision 1973

Roe v. Wade, 410 U.S. 113 (1973), is a landmark decision by the United States Supreme Court on the issue of abortion. Decided simultaneously with a companion case, Doe v. Bolton, the Court ruled 7–2 that a right to privacy under the due process clause of the 14th Amendment extended to a woman’s decision to have an abortion, but that right must be balanced against the state’s two legitimate interests in regulating abortions: protecting prenatal life and protecting women’s health.

First Woman Astronaut ~ Sally Ride

First Woman Astronaut ~ Sally Ride

First Black Woman Astronaut ~ Mae Jerrison

First Black Woman Astronaut ~ Mae Jerrison

The 1980s were a decade of “firsts” as American women hurtled into space and were appointed to the Supreme Court. A record number were elected to Congress and to the boards of major corporations. Women had not yet achieved equality, but received well-deserved recognition for their contributions to American life.

That’s a wrap for today’s post.  I hope that you enjoyed it.  The next post will bring us to the present tense.  Till then Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

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Finding the Ways of Jamming and Swinging this Summer! By Emma Russel (Guest Blogger)


Going Down Music’s Memory Lanes

People who witnessed the bygone ‘Golden Age’ (1930s to 1950s) of music in the United States may still fondly remember the musical legends and their creations. Apart from songs and albums, the trend of ‘Hollywood Musicals’ became common where famous music styles and genres were featured. We are talking about the era that was far before the landmark movie ‘The Sound of Music’ in 1965. Most of the popular songs of this movie were based on instrumental underscores, traditional, folk, and reprise. If we go back to that era and analyze it, we will see that classic music styles such as Jazz had been used wisely and it charmed the audience.  In numerous movies like ‘Hallelujah’ (1929), ‘Cabin Sky’ (1942),  ‘Stormy Weather (1943), ‘New Orleans’ (1947), ‘Pete Kelly’s Blues’ (1955) etc., jazz music was portrayed as a key part of the script. Those movies featured top Jazz icons such as Billie Holiday, Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald and others. Such movies are considered cinematic gems in the history of American music and movies.

Jazz in the Modern Era

Let’s come back from that golden era and into this modern age, where music styles like Pop, Hip-hop, and Fusions are dominating. Even amid the changing trends, the value and sheen of Jazz has not diminished. This music genre has still kept its place for its comprehensive range and versatility. The legacy left behind by Jazz legends has been carried on by the maestros of the new age. In this era, the quality of musical instruments is excellent, and most importantly, structured learning models are available for Jazz. In earlier times, there were hardly any opportunities to learn Jazz. Those incredibly talented legends mostly learned Jazz from a mentor and later developed their skills through intense individual practice sessions. We don’t often see such exceptional talent and commitment to music, especially in the current era, where multi-tasking is the way of survival.  Today, the need-of-the-hour is an innovative and structured learning model. A model that teaches Jazz in a practical and collaborative manner rather than in Pedagogy sessions. Also, such learning methods emphasize on developing Jazz skills through ensemble performances rather than practicing individually.

Emergence of Jazz Summer Intensives

In addition to structured modules and regular practice sessions, the introduction of summer intensive programs for Jazz music has elevated the scope of learning. These programs offer students opportunities to gain the experience of playing in ensemble settings at an accelerated pace. These jazz summer intensives are specifically designed and supported by internationally acclaimed instructors and performers. Imagine how thrilling it is for the participants brushing shoulders with some of the most famous Jazz artists, and learning the subtle techniques of vocal or instrumental Jazz! During these programs, experienced students, professionals and amateurs refine and enhance their skills for gigs, auditions, and performances.

Summer Jazz workshops are even more useful for students with some performing experience in ensemble settings with a reasonable understanding of jazz scales, chords, and harmony. Also, keen interest in learning new improvisation skills will help them learn faster.

Key takeaways from summer intensives include:

  • Deeper understanding of the basics of improvisation such as playing various jazz scales, harmony and rhythms;
  • Attainment of more creativity and fluency, utilizing thematic development and performances in small ensembles;
  • Learning the methods of practicing more efficiently to become a confident soloist;
  • Familiarity with specific jazz subgenres or fusion genres.

You can enjoy the summer time immensely through learning music from esteemed musicians and teachers. So, unleash your creative instincts, and spread the ‘swing’ and rhythm of Jazz into the air.

Source: References of movies taken from www.riverwalkjazz.stanford.edu

I am Emma, a keen jazz learner and musician. I love to share things about jazz music for interested jazz readers. Also I always look forward to gain more and more information about jazz. I like to learn more about jazz stage presence, song interpretation, lyric memorization, musicianship skills, and improvisation etc.

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Jazz Bytes ~ Rawsome Delights ~ Raw Chocolate Cheesecake by Jolinda Hackett with an acoustic byte of John Coltrane’s “Spiral”

Raw-Chocolate-Cheesecake by Chef Jolinda Hackett

Raw-Chocolate-Cheesecake by Chef Jolinda Hackett

John Coltrane’s “Spiral”


A raw vegan dessert recipe for raw double layer vanilla and chocolate cheesecake with a peanut butter topping. Use raw carob if you don’t like or can’t find raw cacao. A gourmet raw foods dessert for sure!

This gourmet raw vegan cheesecake recipe comes from the new book full of similarly delicious raw and living food recipes, Rawsome Vegan Baking, by Emily von Euw. Emily says that this raw layered cheesecake is “One of the best things I have ever put in my mouth.”

Ingredients:

  • 1 cup (90 g) oats
  • 1 cup (175 g) pitted dates
  • 2 bananas
  • 1/4 cup (59 ml) melted coconut oil
  • 2 cups (190 g) raw cashews
  • 1 1/2 cups (263 g) pitted dates
  • 1/4 cup (85 g) liquid sweetener, any kind (optional)
  • Seeds from 1 vanilla pod
  • Water
  • 1/4 cup (30 g) cacao or carob powder
  • 3 tablespoons (48 g) raw peanut butter
  • 3 tablespoons (18 g) raw chocolate recipe

Preparation:

First, prepare the crust. Pulse together the oats into flour in your food processor, and then add the dates and process until they stick together. Press into the bottom of a spring-form pan and put in the fridge.

Next, prepare the cheesecake. Blend together the banana, melted coconut oil, raw cashews, dates, liquid sweetener, and vanilla seeds until very smooth, using as little water as possible, to keep your cheesecake creamy. If you don’t want to add any water, use some extra liquid sweetener or another banana. This is your vanilla layer.

Transfer half of the vanilla batter to a bowl.

To make the chocolate layer, add the raw cacao powder or raw carob powder to the remaining batter that is still in your blender and blend until it’s well incorporated. Now spread the vanilla layer and the chocolate layer on your crust, alternating layers a few times.

Set in the freezer overnight and then drizzle with peanut butter and homemade raw chocolate the next day. Enjoy!  This is the closest thing to Heaven on Earth.  You have got to treat yourself.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

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Conversations ~ Prelude ~ Featuring Kyle Eastwood’s For M.E.

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“I believe that the very purpose of life is to be happy. From the very core of our being, we desire contentment. In my own limited experience I have found that the more we care for the happiness of others, the greater is our own sense of well-being. Cultivating a close, warmhearted feeling for others automatically puts the mind at ease. It helps remove whatever fears or insecurities we may have and gives us the strength to cope with any obstacles we encounter. It is the principal source of success in life. Since we are not solely material creatures, it is a mistake to place all our hopes for happiness on external development alone. The key is to develop inner peace.”  ~ Dalai Lama , XIV, The Art of Happiness in a Troubled World 

I have spent my entire life trying to find my life’s purpose.  Whether one believes in religion or not, whether one believes in that religion or this religion, we are all seeking something better in life. So, I think, the very tempo, tonality, timbre of our life is towards happiness.  Jazz is my portal.  It is my native language.  It is universal, compassionate, driven, mysterious, salacious and cosmopolitan in its nature.  It does not try to make me anything other than who I am.  The culture has many wives, tribes and lives.  Its simplicity brings contentment.  I have found a way to totally submerge myself into a supreme love for jazz music, while at the same time embracing God’s gift for literary acoustic arts inspired by my father’s music.  I grew up listening to records by jazz legends such as Dizzy Gillespie, Miles Davis, Dave Brubeck, Thelonious Monk, and the Stan Kenton Big Band with my parents, both jazz lovers. I attended and witness the majesty of the Monterey Jazz Festival numerous times with my rents which laid the foundation of my existence on earth.

Beach_-_Monterey,_CA_-_1965 Courtesy of Commons Wikimedia.org

Beach_-_Monterey,_CA_-_1965 Courtesy of Commons Wikimedia.org

My biggest blessing and advantage of having a famous father was I got to go backstage I met a lot of artists dad worked with and wrote arrangements for greats like Dizzy Gillespie. Ray Charles,  and Sarah Vaughan to name a few. Looking back on that, I can see how much the musicians and singers and key players like Ralph J. Gleason that I met influenced my creative life. 

Give a listen to a Contemporary Jazz Master who like myself was born into the glorious world of Jazz…I give thanks to All the Dad’s that nurture us to be….

“For M.E.” by Kyle Eastwood from the Album “The View From Here”


Liner Notes 

Although he gained valuable experience working on the soundtracks of films such as The Rookie and Mystic River, the greatest legacy Kyle received from Clint was a childhood steeped in music, particularly jazz.

Living in Carmel, close to Monterey, the Eastwood family were regulars at the annual jazz festival, and his father’s A-list status meant that the young Kyle got to meet such luminaries as Dizzy Gillespie and Sarah Vaughn.

Added to a diet of classic jazz at home, such experiences educated him well in the language of jazz – and the results are still readily apparent on The View From Here.

Eastwood is a long-standing resident of Paris, and this album was recorded in September 2012 at one of France’s finest studios, La Buissonne, near Avignon.

Alongside the bassist, a classic line-up is completed by saxophonist Graeme Blevins, trumpeter Quentin Collins, pianist Andrew McCormack and drummer Martyn Kaine. The five have played together for several years, forming them into a unit which is loose and funky, with the members comfortable in each other’s company.   This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Licence. If you choose to use this review on your site please link back to this page.

 This is out of sight.  Stay tuned to Conversations on Jazz to Live By.   Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

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Poet’s Beat ~ A Vast Confusion by Lawrence Ferlinghetti ~ Stolen Moments by Oliver Nelson

Movement in the Heart of the Universe

Movement in the Heart of the Universe

“Music gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination & charm & gaiety to life.”  ~ Plato

 It is that time again.  Saturdays have become my day to prep, pamper, and prepare myself for renewal and spiritual enrichment.  It is a way to wash away the dirt of life’s suffering like waves upon our souls to rinse the confusion of our minds and rejuvenate the ocean of our existence.  It means to Relax, Breathe and Awaken to the what is happening now.  I like to consider it a Mindfulness Spa Moment to reclaim the joy and beauty of life as it is.  Not over thinking to the point of being confused, lost and devoid of wisdom.  Give a listen to Stolen Moments and feel the words of Ferlinghetti bring peace, clarity and contentment.  That is the secret to living life instead of surviving until the next life happening.  What about you, what does Saturday mean?  Just the day before Sunday and the day after Friday?  Peace Out!  JBC

“Stolen Moments” from The Blues And The Abstract Truth by Oliver Nelson. Released: 1961.


A Vast Confusion

by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Long long I lay in the sands

Sounds of trains in the surf
in subways of the sea
And an even greater undersound
of a vast confusion in the universe
a rumbling and a roaring
as of some enormous creature turning
under sea and earth
a billion sotto voices murmuring
a vast muttering
a swelling stuttering
in ocean’s speakers
world’s voice-box heard with ear to sand
a shocked echoing
a shocking shouting
of all life’s voices lost in night
And the tape of it
someow running backwards now
through the Moog Synthesizer of time
Chaos unscrambled
back to the first
harmonies
And the first light

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Jazz Bytes ~ ‘Raw’some Vegan Spinach Manicotti featuring Sergio Mendez “Kalimba”

wisdom sustains the mind’s capacity to respond to life’s riffs with benevolence…

I bet you thought I was suffering from my face malfunction, and stopped eating.   No that is not the plan, I am working on being Happy or Joyous for the rest of my life from the Inside Out with Jazz as my Muse.  What is so fabulous about doing Mindfulness Riff Meditations Retreats is that whenever things seem to be going off the reservation…You can take 5 and create a ‘tude adjustment and travel to Joyousland rather than Crazytown.  It’s all about the choices.  So what we have here is food for the soul and jazz for the acoustic mechanism to kindness and Joie de Vie    Bom apetite!  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

Sergio Mendez “Kalimba” 


Ingredients

Serves 8-10

For the Noodles:
4 medium zucchini
2 tablespoons olive oil

For the Spinach & Sunflower Cheese Filling:
2 cups of sunflower seeds, soaked see directions
½ cup water
½ cup lemon juice
3 cloves of garlic
8 cups spinach
½ cup parsley
1½ tablespoons Italian Seasoning

For the Herby Tomato Sauce:
2 cups of sun-dried tomatoes, (soaked, see directions)
1 cup water
1 large tomato, chopped
¼ cup cold-pressed olive oil
3 cloves of garlic
1 tablespoon oregano
1 tablespoon basil
2 teaspoons rosemary
2 teaspoons thyme
1 teaspoon fennel seed

Directions:

1.) Soak 2 cups of sunflower seeds in pure water for 4-6 hours. Drain and rinse.
2.) In a separate bowl, soak 2 cups of sun-dried tomatoes in pure water for 4 hours or longer. Drain

To prepare the noodles

1.) Cut off both ends of each zucchini. Using a mandolin, slice the zucchini the long way so that you have long, wide noodles. If a mandolin is not available, use a knife, cutting as thinly as possible.
2.) Place in a bowl, drizzle with olive oil and toss very gently.

For the Spinach & Sunflower Cheese Filling

1.) In a high-speed blender, combine sunflower seeds, water, lemon, garlic and Italian seasoning.
2.) Blend well until smooth. Scrape into a large bowl.
3.) In a food processor, process the spinach and parsley in batches until chopped but not puréed. Alternately, chop finely by hand. Pour into the bowl with the sunflower cheese.
4.) Mix well.

To make the Tomato Sauce
1.) Place all the ingredients in a Food Processor, process till smooth.

Assemble the Manicotti

1.) To assemble, arrange 4 zucchini noodles horizontally on a cutting board, slightly overlapping one over the next by about ½”.
2.) Place ¼ cup of the spinach & sunflower cheese filling in the center and spread so that it covers the front to the back and about 1″ in width.
3.) Roll the zucchini from left to right to create a filled manicotti.
4.) Place two manicotti on a plate and top with ¼ cup of tomato sauce.

This is another Secret Habit of Jazz Living that is cosmopolitan, healthy and easily sustainable in the cosmos of things.

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Jazz Matters ~ Mindfulness Riffs for Neuroscience of the Mind, Acoustic Kindness and Compassion for the Soul

Mindfulness is the habit of seeing things in an uncomplicated and non judgmental way. I often wonder as a neuroscientist with a bent on understanding why we generally don’t see things that way is because we must have complicated, and saturated, gooey”ness” coveted thoughts. Our memories, and our fears, our dreams all occur in this nexus of synapses we create as our reality.  It is borne out of a projected worry and we become frightened or even worse we discourage ourselves.  This is Resistance in its highest form.  Mindfulness is seeing things as they actually are not as we imagine them to be. Practicing mindfulness does not require that a person become a Buddhist. As a practitioner I want to relate to my experiences with clarity it is like an abstract work of art that doesn’t care about definitions or coloring the “right” way but as an honest, open-minded and heart way shaped by an acoustic response filled to the brim with kindness and compassion.

Here is a good example of a Mindfulness Riffs Meditation for the Mind, Acoustic Kindness & Compassion for the Soul

Buddhism’s core teaching  is focused on “the cause and the end of suffering.” The result we get is a confused and a battle ridden fatigued yearning for pleasant experiences and despising or banishing unpleasant experiences. Bottom line it is not about Pleasant and unpleasant experiences  or dealing with the joys and pains of everyday life.  It is the habit of yearning and despising—the imperative in the mind that things be different.  To that end we create extra tension in our minds that dissipates and submerges things into an abyss that distorts Mindfulness of seeing things clearly and understood fully into suffering. Mindfulness Riffs—the relaxed, non-clinging, non-derisive awareness of living in the present experience—is a skill that, like any other skill, requires developing. I have been building my practice by constantly doing a Mindfulness Riff Meditation Moment Retreat (“MRMMR”) throughout my day  with all experiences of my life. My day is broken into these retreats PRN ~ I try to set aside a bit of time during the day ~ contexts of simplicity that support my intention to reestablish clear and balanced understanding.  How about you, are you ready, we are travelling light and leaving all judgments outside of our experience.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

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50 Shades of Jazz ~ Poet’s Beat ~ 1959 by Gregory Corso Accompanied by Koto Song by Dave Brubeck

On the Rocks

I liked reading Corso’s poem on 1959 because it is the complete opposite of what I have learned in the sense of a full life.  Folks like Sylvia Boorstein are the hero’s in my life because her book “Happiness is an Inside Job” where Boorstein begins with an anecdote about a day when her writing was interrupted by a call from a friend with a very ill brother; the effort of consoling her made Boorstein forget what she had been about to write. Boorstein uses her moment of resentful impatience at the interruption to illustrate how easily the mind can fall out of caring connection. The whole idea of this book, she writes, is that “restoring caring connection… and maintaining it when it is present, is happiness.”   With my quest to find joy through the pain in the current case of my face malfunction it is dare I say a happiness POV in the midst of major negativity.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

Koto Song by Dave Brubeck just puts sound into the whole experience.


1959

BY Gregory Corso

Uncomprising year—I see no meaning to life.

Though this abled self is here nonetheless,

either in trade gold or grammaticness,

I drop the wheelwright’s simple principle—

Why weave the garland? Why ring the bell?

Penurious butchery these notoriously human years,

these confident births these lucid deaths these years.

Dream’s flesh blood reals down life’s mystery—

there is no mystery.

Cold history knows no dynastic Atlantis.

The habitual myth has an eagerness to quit.

No meaning to life can be found in this holy language

nor beyond the lyrical fabricator’s inescapable theme

be found the loathed find—there is nothing to find.

Multitudinous deathplot! O this poor synod—

Hopers and seekers paroling meaning to meaning,

annexing what might be meaningful, what might be meaningless.

Repeated nightmare, lachrymae lachrymae—

a fire behind a grotto, a thick fog, shredded masts,

the nets heaved—and the indescribable monster netted.

Who was it told that red flesh hose be still?

For one with smooth hands did with pincers

snip the snout—It died like a yawn.

And when the liver sack was yanked

I could not follow it to the pan.

I could not follow it to the pan—

I woke to the reality of cars; Oh

the dreadful privilege of that vision!

Not one antique faction remained;

Egypt, Rome, Greece,

and all such pedigree dreams fled.

Cars are real! Eternity is done.

The threat of Nothingness renews.

I touch the untouched.

I rank the rose militant.

Deny, I deny the tastes and habits of the age.

I am its punk debauche …. A fierce lampoon

seeking to inherit what is necessary to forfeit.

Lies! Lies! Lies! I lie, you lie, we all lie!

There is no us, there is no world, there is no universe,

there is no life, no death, no nothing—all is meaningless,

and this too is a lie—O damned 1959!

Must I dry my inspiration in this sad concept?

Delineate my entire stratagem?

Must I settle into phantomness

and not say I understand things better than God?

Gregory Corso, “1959” from The Happy Birthday of Death. Copyright � 1960 by New Directions Publishing Corporation. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.

Source: Mindfield: New and Selected Poems (1989)

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50 Shades of Jazz ~Jazz Matters ~ Saving Graces ~ How Jazz lessons transformed and healed my life so far…

Mary Oliver’s The Journey depicts the Saving Graces of our existence.  It is a visual journey traversing the terrain of our experiences.  

I can’t tell you the number of things I have taken for granted.  My health, my sight, my parents, okay okay, my life.  Listening is the universe’s way of connecting to nature, loved ones, that “still small voice” that have come to know as “Messenger of God”.  It has become a personal ritual and my chance to explore my deepest universe within.  It requires time, an openness so you can swing into your life. With each challenge that eludes us and each miracle that lifts us, all that is needed is to push back the catastrophes and judgments and feel renewed.  Our journeys are unscripted just as life itself. What I have learned so far…if I  listen intentionally it is perhaps the most imaginative and visceral experience one can imagine because it evokes a deeper understanding that will transform and open our hearts to the awe that lies at the center of the universe.  We incorporate it into our daily lives and through developing a faithful practice it brings immeasurable joy.  The truth about listening is that we must take the first step inward to Serenity.  When we release all thoughts, fears and painful emotions we are connected to a universal understanding.  This reveals kinship, mutual understanding and respect our creative space  comes alive in each of our souls.  It opens a portal that is beyond hearing, it is communing and awakening our lives to a unique relationships that is a gift from God and our Universe.  Are you ready? I hope this video opens the universal portal of love, joy and uniqueness and that you find a joyous peace…In Joy & Light,  JBC 8-)  Get your kicks on, your shades and threads we are embarking on this journey together!  I am so ready for experiencing the awe of our lives and our stories…

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50 Shades of Jazz ~ Makin’ Waves n’ Breakin’ Free ~ resurrection of the daughter ~ by Ntozake Shange. Music ~ Lonely Woman by Horace Silver

little girl and moon

These two pieces came to mind this morning.  I have survived January 20th when my tooth was filled and caused the right side of my face to swell and abscessed.  I have not been able to chew food and I can’t open my mouth wide enough for a fork to fit in.  I am going to the dentist tomorrow  Being a daughter and a lonely woman is the best way to describe how I have been feeling.  Lonely in the sense that I had to deal with my tooth malfunction all on my own.  I don’t feel sorry for myself, it is just a vista into knowing that I was a daughter to a mother and father that loved me  They didn’t compete with one another and yet they had their own unique way of dealing with life.  Mom hated the going to the dentist, I understand that very well today.  But, the Lonely I really mean solitude and being comfortable with who I am at this very moment.  So, give a listen to Horace Silvers Lonely Woman and let the Ntozake’s words soothe your soul.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

Horace Silver’s Lonely Woman


resurrection of the daughter  

by Ntozake Shange

the family had been ill for some time

quarantined/ socially restricted
to bridge & Sunday brunch by the pool
the mother called her daughters twice a day
she saved the son for emergencies
the father drove around a lot
there were no visible scars
under the daughters’ biba eyes
lay pain like rachel’s/ the rage of zelda
delavallades’ pirouettes in stasis
the daughters cd set a formal table
curtseys if no descendants of slaves
& speak english with no accent at all
they were virgins for a long time
one waz on punishment for a month
cuz she closed her eyes while dancin on the wrong
side of town
mama who came from there/ knew too well
a cheap pleasure cd spell remorse
for an upwardly mobile girl
& the girl learned well/ she paid for her
lovers with her suffering
never knowing some love is due you
she waved her tears in her lover’s face
the more there were/ the more they were worth
the son looked down on these things
his women did his laundry & his cooking
but they were not crying
the father waz also not crying he waz with ulcers
& waited on the cliffs
where his daughters’ lovers prayed for his demise
dyin to be the heads of a sick household
the lovers o the daughters wrought pain
deception & fear wherever they turned
& the son dept his distance
the mother called him in emergencies/ occurred all the time
the daughters believed they were ugly dumb & dark
like hades/like mud/ like beetles/ & filth

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50 Shades of Jazz ~ Poet’s Beat ~ What I Have Learned So Far by Mary Oliver Accompanied by Benny Carter’s Symphony in Riffs

I like these two places because they complement one another.  Benny Carter and dad were the best of friends when they worked at MGM in the late 50′s and early 60′s.  It is amazing how many riffs life presents us with.  Our choice are what give it dimension.  So give a listen and see the Mary’s words take flight.  I finish off with Life Lessons from Albert Einstein.  What a day of renewal, love of all things natural and life lessons.  Can’t beat that!  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

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“Symphony In Riffs” from Rhapsodies In Black: Music And Words From The Harlem Renaissance/4: Lustin’ For Love & Life by Benny Carter & His Orchestra. Released: 1933.

What I Have Learned So Far

By Mary Oliver

Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I
not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside,
looking into the shining world? Because, properly
attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion.
Can one be passionate about the just, the
ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit
to no labor in its cause? I don’t think so.

All summations have a beginning, all effect has a
story, all kindness begins with the sown seed.
Thought buds toward radiance. The gospel of
light is the crossroads of — indolence, or action.

Be ignited, or be gone.

Life Lesson from Albert Einstein

Life Lesson from Albert Einstein

 

 

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50 Shades of Jazz ~ RiffShot ~ Learning to Live in the World with Music ~ Accompanied by A Peaceful Moment

Consciousness is a canvas that reflects our intentions painted in broad and finite strokes of  the lives we live.  Personal transformation has many points of entry.  Illness, death, mental, physical and emotional abuse can shatter who you are and changes our purpose in life.  Born gray in a black and white world is what forced me to traverse and examine who I really was.  That is when my inner journey began because amid the civil rights riots, ravages of racism, the insuperable chauvinism I discovered a connection to my soul through the vista of Jazz culture.  It was safe.   It was liberating.  It allowed full creative expression. Take a few minutes and watch this video before you lean into Saturday’s chores.

I realize that I can consciously handle but so much physical/visual attention from the outside world and I truly want to focus on the level of my soul where everything that happens in my physical/visual ego driven world has its roots. Everything in the universe and in the spiritual world are connected and become seen. Mindfulness meditation is how I learn and get in touch with myself. It is the instrument for my original relationship in life which is with myself. It requires patience, commitment, nurturing and a willingness to deal with discomfort, uncertainty and constant change. For me it is embarking on the journey to the center of my heart by recognizing and surrendering to where my deepest love story exists. The first and foremost way is by cultivating spaciousness in the heart which brings my desires and intentions into full presence.  Developing awareness is refocusing sensory abilities from the physical outside world to the inside world, when turning my gaze inward and refocusing and listening to the quiet still voice inside gives new meaning to my human sensory capacity. This inward paying attention gives me access and creates a meditative state. This meditative state is also called the awakened heart because it is who we are underneath all of our identities. So starting today, I will begin my practice of attention and intention and begin the process of living my life from the inside out. How about you?  How are you learning how to live?  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

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50 Shades of Jazz ~ Poet’s Beat ~ Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes ~Accompanied by Nina Simone’s House of the Rising Sun

Courtesy of Freewebs Romare Bearden "One Night Stand"

Courtesy of Freewebs Romare Bearden “One Night Stand”

I selected these two pieces because I feel America has changed dramatically again in 2000.  I rather live in the ’60;s which was culturally alive and yet so simple.  Peace Out!  8-)

Nina Simone’s House of the Rising Sun


Let America Be America Again

by Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.

Let it be the dream it used to be.

Let it be the pioneer on the plain

Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—

Let it be that great strong land of love

Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme

That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty

Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,

But opportunity is real, and life is free,

Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,

Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?

And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,

I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.

I am the red man driven from the land,

I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—

And finding only the same old stupid plan

Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,

Tangled in that ancient endless chain

Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!

Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!

Of work the men! Of take the pay!

Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.

I am the worker sold to the machine.

I am the Negro, servant to you all.

I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—

Hungry yet today despite the dream.

Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!

I am the man who never got ahead,

The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream

In the Old World while still a serf of kings,

Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,

That even yet its mighty daring sings

In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned

That’s made America the land it has become.

O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas

In search of what I meant to be my home—

For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,

And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,

And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came

To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free?  Not me?

Surely not me?  The millions on relief today?

The millions shot down when we strike?

The millions who have nothing for our pay?

For all the dreams we’ve dreamed

And all the songs we’ve sung

And all the hopes we’ve held

And all the flags we’ve hung,

The millions who have nothing for our pay—

Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—

The land that never has been yet—

And yet must be—the land where every man is free.

The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—

Who made America,

Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,

Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,

Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—

The steel of freedom does not stain.

From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,

We must take back our land again,

America!

O, yes,

I say it plain,

America never was America to me,

And yet I swear this oath—

America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,

The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,

We, the people, must redeem

The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.

The mountains and the endless plain—

All, all the stretch of these great green states—

And make America again!

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50 Shades of Jazz ~ Jazz Bytes ~ The Epicurean Vegan’s Quinoa & Kale Pitas with Tahini Dressing Accompanied by John Coltrane’s Giant Steps

Courtesy of Ebay's pix of front cover John Coltrane

Courtesy of Ebay’s pix of front cover John Coltrane


Wellness ~ Most people want it but struggle with making it a natural part of every day.   The Jazz Byte’s recipe approach is to present an easy choice for you to enjoy a healthier lifestyle. Mindfulness eating means making decision of  foods that balance nutrition with enticing flavors to create an indulgent way to enjoy a healthy lifestyle.  Making Mindfulness recipes will become second nature for you and also maintain nutritious sustainability which is also one of the secret habits of jazz life.  I know this because for dad’s memorial in 1994 featured mains and snacks requested by the twenty-five musicians that performed to celebrate his music.  When I set up the buffet it was filled with all the recipes presented on this blog.

QuinoaKalePitas

These are packed with some of my favorite ingredients! Quinoa is loaded with protein and the kale is well . . . it’s kale! We all know kale is high in iron, calcium and several vitamins. Check out these 10 Health Benefits of this super green. I also threw in some pepitas, which are rich in vitamins, beta carotene, and protein. I made a pretty big batch so that I can nosh all week (especially post workouts), but feel free to have the recipe if you’re fearful of getting quinoa’d out. Inconceivable! ;-)   Bon Appétit!  Now that jazz’s Love Supreme!

INGREDIENTS

Filling

2 C tri-color quinoa

4 C vegetable broth or water

1 Tbs olive oil

2 cloves garlic, minced

1 C red onion, diced

3/4 C green onion, sliced

2 C mushrooms, diced

1 bunch kale, leaves removed and chopped (stems discarded)

3/4 C pepitas

Dressing

2 large cloves of garlic

1 Tbs tahini

2 Tbs yellow/light miso

1/4 C nutritional yeast

1/2 C unsweetened almond milk

1/2 C cold water

2 Tbs chia seeds

1/4 tsp black pepper

Pita pockets (I substitute Lettuce Leaves if I don’t have fresh Pita Pockets)

Avocado slices as garnish

DIRECTIONS

QuinoaKalePitas1 Dressing

QuinoaKalePitas1 Dressing

I recommend making the dressing first. It’ll be a little runny, but letting it sit for 20 minutes or so, will allow the chia seeds to do their thing and thicken up the dressing. In a food processor or blender, combine all of the dressing ingredients and blend until smooth. Set aside.

 
QuinoaKalePitasQuinoa

QuinoaKalePitasQuinoa

In a large soup pot, combine the broth (or water) with the quinoa. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to low. Cover, and cook for about 20-25 minutes, or until all of the liquid has been absorbed.

Meanwhile, heat the olive oil and garlic in a large skillet. Add the red and green onions. Saute until softened and a tiny bit browned. Add the kale and mushrooms and saute until the the kale is bright green, about 5 minutes.

QuinoaKalePitas3 Veggies

QuinoaKalePitas3 Veggies

Fold the veggies and pepitas into the cooked quinoa.  Placed  little dressing inside the pita,  along with a slice or two of avocado, then added the filling, and topped with some more dressing. Enjoy!

And there you have it.  It is fast, easy and celebrates making Mindfulness healthy ingredients to sustain your life.  Note:  You can make it rawsome by substituting cauliflower in the food processor no fuss no worries, you can go either way!  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

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50 Shades of Jazz ~ Jazz Matters ~ Transform Your life with the Secret Habits of Jazz Living: 5 Steps to Creating Your Dream Life ~ Step 5 Decisions Decisions Accompanied by

Self Portrait Color by artaddict

Self Portrait Color by artaddict

Step 5:  Saving the Best for Last ~ Dynamics of Life ~ Decisions

“Everything tells me that I am about to make a wrong decision, but making mistakes is just part of life. What does the world want of me? Does it want me to take no risks, to go back to where I came from because I didn’t have the courage to say “yes” to life?”  ~  Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

“Be’s That Way (2007 Digital Remaster) (Feat. Dizzy Gillespie)” from Gil Fuller & The Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra Featuring Dizzy Gillespie. Released: 2008.


Joel Osteen in “Your Best Life Now” states:  “You must make a decision that you are going to move on. It won’t happen automatically. You …say, ‘I don’t care how hard this is, I don’t care how disappointed I am, I’m not going to let this get the best of me. I’m moving on with my life.”  We have covered four of the secret habits, taking responsibility for creating your life; understanding that you live in the present tense; you accept the reality that “You” are fully engaged to live at your purest potential; Trusting the process and not letting the “chatter” of your mind influence your decisions.  How about you, are you living and transforming in the present tense?

The best life lesson I have learned is that “…don’t let the way somebody treated you, or what they did or didn’t give you keep you from pressing forward and becoming all that God has created you to be.  The people who raised you may have had addictions, but that doesn’t have to be your future. You can break that negative cycle. Your parents may have had anger issues or never amounted to much, but you don’t have to keep letting that curse be passed from generation to generation. You can be the one to say, “No more. This is a new day! I may have had an unfair past, but I’m not going to have an unfair future. I know God put a blessing on me before anybody could put a curse, and I’m not going to let my heredity stop my destiny.”  It is totally up to you?  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

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50 Shades of Jazz ~ Poet’s Beat ~ Silences by Richard Jackson ~ Accompanied by Nat King Cole – Lush Life (Produced By Cee-lo)

Lush Life ~ Nat King Cole (Produced by Cee-lo)

I paired these two because the silences that filled the spaces of lives through out the 1960′s, I dare say, that was a well lived life that reflected the Civil Rights for every individual and the movement created a cultural revolution of American Life propelling it into Modernism.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

SILENCES

by Richard Jackson

The world is made of water.
—Parmenides

I can barely remember, now, that unwritten poem in which
you suddenly appeared, and which disappeared
the way your Mohawk fathers disappeared from the valley
I lived in once. I have only these words that seem as if
they climbed up from the bottom of a dry well. There are
so many things we don’t hear: the hawk’s talon piercing
the skull of the meadow vole, the moon scratched by a branch
of the hackberry, the cicada emerging from its cocoon in
this false Spring. I am told that when I was young I watched
a butcher push his hand down the throat of a lamb’s carcass
and pull out its heart. Can you imagine a silence so desperate
to be heard? You said once we should be able to hear
the language of fish, that everything comes to us on rivers
of wind. John, the news has come that your own bones are
turning into water, and I look out to the birds that have come
to the railing and can’t even remember their names. Just there,
an early lily is trying to hold the morning’s rain in the mirror
of its petal. Where I live now, someone has cut away acres
of trees, and the words for what they meant no longer exist.
I am wearing the choker of bone you left for me.
I don’t know what that unwritten poem should have said,
though I remember the image of coffins they have found
in the desert, shaped to take the place of those bodies that have
dissolved into air, and of the Antarctic ice sheet that is
floating towards the sea across invisible, submerged lakes.
Last week, the cranes arrived, as they do each year,
at the Cherokee campsite on the Hiawassee. When they rose
in groups to settle for the night by the river, their necks
leaned into the sunset as if they were in a rush to leave their bodies
behind. It is this way with everything we try to say. We want
to grasp the heart, to hear what is beyond our hearing, but have
only these words that disappear like mist from the tip
of a wave, or the phosphorous trail a swimmer leaves in the sea.

—for John Anderson

–from Rattle #29, Summer 2008
2009 Neil Postman Award Winner

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50 Shades of Jazz ~ Jazz Through My Rearview Mirror~ Jazz to My Rescue

Emotional freedom offers the skill of reclaiming your happiness and heart…. These fundamental living skills liberate you from fear and let you navigate adversity without attacking, losing your cool or being derailed by it.” Judith Orloff, M.D.

Courtesy of Creative Commons Stock Photos

Courtesy of Creative Commons Stock Photos

The sunset cast an amber glow in my living room .  I brew my favorite Brazilian coffee and am drawn to the Marina.  I bring my iPod, soft pastels and make my way through the winding curves of anticipation.  I look in my rearview mirror and see in the back seat a girl with long brown curly hair with golden highlights blowing in the gentle breeze of freshness that captures the freedom she exudes from her big brown eyes with freckles that punctuate her sunny disposition.  I glance through the windshield and the fog has nestled in way that promises to bring hope and comfort that my passenger is seeking.  I am in the driver’s seat.  I lift the top of my coffee and just exhale.  My breath becomes measured because these last few weeks have presented such a challenge.  What seemingly began as a toothache has spread to my temporal mandibular joint and the pain is deafening.  I can’t eat anything that requires opening my mouth and chewing.

“17 Mile Drive Feat. James Moody” An original composition by Gil Fuller & The Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra Featuring Dizzy Gillespie and James Moody. Released: 2008


Rolling up the window, I look at my passenger and signal that we are going to stand at the edge of my life today and dream.  I must be dreaming.  She reaches and touches my hand and we dance as if we don’t have a care in this world.  We sit.  I play 17 Mile Drive.  The incantation of bongos signals a beginning providing the perfect punctuation for the rebellious times that set the timbre of the prevailing storm that is emerging.  I feel it flowing through my mind erasing my pain in a syncopated rhythm.    Suddenly, I feel my dad’s presence and we all sit faces turned upward for the truth to be revealed.  I hear him saying to us remember the lesson I taught you when the thorns of illness, injustice, pain and challenges arise you must find your rhythm.  It is rooted in the timing.  Your dental malfunction is demanding that you will have to wait thru the strife.  Harmony comes from practice and patience through the changing of the dominant and tonic chords that flow through your tears.  Wellness and illness share the same syncopated space in a finite bond.  Your progressions of stacked fourths represent the complications you are facing in this very moment.  Breathe in the sound and let it wash your soul releasing the thorns and debris of your complication knowing that once again you will set sail on the wake that God has laid before you.  I open my eyes, I am alone.  I remember the exact moment in my childhood when I fell in love with the sound of words that can only come from my heart… I am now living with music and not dying with the noise that I consider Cancer to be.

So, in order for me to be free, I must allow the magic of jazz to embrace me. The crucial moment of freedom begins when I become more aware of whom I am and begin living my story.  I return to serenity and joy. Can you feel it in this song?  This is what I feel every time I hear it.   Vivre la liberté.  Peace Out! JBC 8-)

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50 Shades of Jazz ~ Jazz Matters ~ 5 Steps to Transform Your life with the Secret Habits of Jazz Living: ~ Step 4 Goin’ with the Flow

Step 4:  Goin’ with the Flow

“When we talk about the switch from the mindset of the amateur to the mindset of the professional, we’re talking about a total, fundamental, life-overthrowing revolution.”  Steven Pressfield from Turning Pro

When we allow our feelings to freely flow without judging and reacting you are living in that moment and your mind accepts and transforms your emotions of fear, anger, envy, shame, guilt etc. into a feeling of serenity and love.  I learned early to suppress my feelings, to  going along with the program, or as my dad used to say, you want friends close one eye, if you want to keep your friends close both eyes.  I became a people pleasing person at the expense of my own feelings and thoughts.  I found out that I was lost, angry and unhappy when I had Guillain Barré Syndrome and my Breast Cancer diagnosis.  My friends said they didn’t know what to say to me so they didn’t call or visit and I thought that nobody cared what happened to me.  I was scared.  I couldn’t stop the Tsunami of feelings emanating from my heart and soul.  That is when I discovered that no matter what dad and mom always loved me just as much as God and the Universe.  Not judging these feelings and allowing them to be,  I paid attention to those feeling and accepted them for what they are became a portal to God’s grace and forgiveness.

 Mindfulness Meditation ~  Acceptance of Thought and Feelings

Some folks told me that it is God’s way of testing us.  For them maybe that worked, but, for me it meant to trust the process and forgiveness along with patience I actually dissolved those feelings and opened my heart and my mind to my creativity and living in the world.  Looking through my rearview mirror Jazz was the conduit to easing into life and not tortured and troubled by negative thoughts and emotions.

Michael Singer from his book Untethered Soul” describes “Spirituality is meant to bring about harmony and peace.  But the diversity of our philosophies, beliefs, concepts and views about spiritual matters often leads to confusion or even conflict… seeking spiritual freedom causes notions of success and failure, and these notions serve only to bind us to our own self judgments…Truth is only complicated because we pass it through our habitual thought patterns…there are not many paths to freedom, there is only one.  In the end, no matter what particular patterns of thought we have managed to build in our minds, freedom always means transcending these personal thought patterns.  How about you?  What are your thoughts on mindfulness meditations and emotional freedom.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

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50 Shades of Jazz ~ Jazz Bytes ~ Rawsome Eggplant Bacon Featuring Seesaw performed by James Moody

It’s that time again.  Today I have discovered this delightful recipe raw vegan bacon recipe.  I am makin’ BLT’s with a salad for dinner  I paired it with James Moody playing Seesaw to put a little octane into my Saturday cleaning ritual.  Have a wonderful day!  JBC 8-)

“Seesaw (2007 Digital Remaster) features. James Moody” from Gil Fuller & Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra feat. Dizzy Gillespie & James Moody 


The closest thing you can get to heaven using a vegetable, lol. Don’t have a dehydrator? Use your oven! Set it on 325 and cook in 25 minute intervals brushing with marinade until desired level of bacon-osity is acheived.

Eggplant Bacon Recipe ( raw, vegan, gluten free)

2 tbsp tamari/ nama shoyu
2 tbsp liquid sweetner of choice
2 tbsp apple cider vinegar
2 tbsp olive oil
1 tsp cumin or chili powder of freaking BOTH
3-5 drops liquid smoke
1/4 tsp garlic and/or 1/4 tsp onion powder if your so inclined :)
Black pepper to taste

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50 Shades of Jazz ~ Poet’s Beat ~ Emancipation by Elizabeth Alexander Accompanied by Miles Davis’ Freedom Jazz Dance

To wrap things up for February I decided that we would end on a happy note.  Freedom comes in many forms and styles.  Freedom to be who you are and to be able to freely create your life, your mind and your spirit is what Improvisation means to me.    Leaning into life full throttle and not trying to control everything and not diminishing ourselves in any way is the kind of freedom afforded to all of us.  Charlie Byrd was one of my dad’s favorite also mine, speaks from the heart- “A person should design the way he makes a living around how he wishes to make a life.”  So get your kicks on because the vista of Freedom is filled with both rough and smooth terrain.  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

Miles Davis - Freedom Jazz Dance

Emancipation

by Elizabeth Alexander

Corncob constellation,

oyster shell, drawstring pouch, dry bones.

Gris gris in the rafters.

Hoodoo in the sleeping nook.

Mojo in Linda Brent’s crawlspace.

Nineteenth century corncob cosmogram

set on the dirt floor, beneath the slant roof,

left intact the afternoon

that someone came and told those slaves

“We’re free.

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50 Shades of Jazz ~ Jazz Matters ~ Transform Your life with the Secret Habits of Jazz Living: 5 Steps to Creating Your Dream Life ~ Step 3

Resistance will tell you anything to keep you from doing your work. It will perjure, fabricate, falsify; seduce, bully, cajole. Resistance is protean. It will assume any form, if that’s what it takes to deceive you.  Resistance will reason with you like a lawyer.  Resistance has no conscience. It will pledge anything to get a deal, then double-cross you as soon as your back is turned. If you take Resistance at its word, you deserve everything you get. ~ Steven Pressfield from “The War of Art.”

“Let Judgment Go” – Inspiration from Mark David Gerson

Mark David Gerson believes  “Let go of all feelings that you’re not good enough. For you are. Release all feelings that others are better than you. They are not.” An inspiring meditative experience designed to reaffirm your innate self-worth, whether or not you are a writer or involved in another creative pursuit ••• The audio is a 2-minute excerpt from the full 9-minute “Let Judgment Go” track on Mark David’s recording “The Voice of the Muse Companion: Guided Meditations for Writers” (CD on Amazon.com; MP3 download at iTunes, Amazon, Google Play and CD Baby) ••• The full audio track is also embedded into the enhanced, iPad-only edition of Mark David’s book, “Writer’s Block Unblocked: 7 Surefire Ways to Free Up Your Writing & Creative Flow,” available in the iBookstore ••• See also Mark David’s “You Are A Writer” video meditation ••• Watch, listen….and let judgment go!

I can’t tell you how judgment has created big time Resistance and fear that I am not enough.  It is a mechanism that presented itself when I was growing up from unknowing and unwittingly by people that we love i.e., rents, teachers relatives and even our peers.  So for your own sake, watch how much time you spend judging and assessing whether something is good or bad.  So if we take full responsibility of our lives identifying when we are in Judgment mode we need to pause and take some deep breaths.  Relieving the pressure that is building up and Feng Shui’ing the mind to a peaceful and mindfulness state.

Further Pressfield goes on to say… fear doesn’t go away. The warrior and the artist live by the same code of necessity, which dictates that the battle must be fought anew every day.

Just for today stop yourself when you jump onto the judgment train en route to Crazytown where many a dream will always die,  acknowledge the situation allowing and accepting that its happening and recognize that everyone is doing what they think is the right thing at the time. If you do a 20/20 hindsight thing you are now boarding the Judgment train.  Stop yourself.  And a Native American proverb says: “Don’t judge anyone before you haven’t walked a mile in their moccasins.” Leave the Judgment thing at the door.  Plug yourself into reality and begin living in the present tense enjoying the diversity,  embracing it and not condemn it.  Acknowledging that we are all different is a God given Grace and Generosity of learning to awaken ourselves and the secret I discovered to Jazz living.  How about you?  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)


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50 Shades of Jazz ~ Poet’s Beat ~ Afterimages by Audre Lorde Featuring Deep Lounge’s A Change is Gonna Come

I paired these two because it is completely reminiscent of the most perplexing and powerul decade of musical thinking filled with tears, fears, hate, love, flower power, black power, grey power ignoring the greatest power that came from above and all that matters is Forgiveness.  I learned from Abraham Hicks that Everything you are going through is preparing you for what you  have asked….  So with that being said, I am trusting God, the Universe and all things in it to guide and empower me to be who I am meant to be!  How about you?  Peace Out!  JBC 8-)

Deep Lounge’s A Change is Gonna Come

 Deep Lounge Music – A Change is Gonna Come featuring the ultimate smooth voice of Lance Ellington and guitar mastery of Dominic Grant. This cover of the Sam Cooke song is taken from the UK’s leading singer pianist Merv de Peyer’s recent album “Deep Lounge Music”.

 

Afterimages

by Audre Lorde

I

However the image enters

its force remains within

my eyes

rock strewn caves where dragonfish evolve

wild for life, relentless and acquisitive

learning to survive

where there is no food

my eyes are always hungry

and remembering

however the image enters

its force remains.

A white woman stands bereft and empty

a black boy hacked into a murderous lesson

recalled in me forever

like a lurch of earth on the edge of sleep

etched into my visions

food for dragonfish that learn

to live upon whatever they must eat

fused images beneath my pain.

II

The Pearl River floods through the streets of Jackson

A Mississippi summer televised.

Trapped houses kneel like sinners in the rain

a white woman climbs from her roof to a passing boat

her fingers tarry for a moment on the chimney

now awash

tearless and no longer young, she holds

a tattered baby’s blanket in her arms.

In a flickering afterimage of the nightmare rain

a microphone

thrust up against her flat bewildered words

“we jest come from the bank yestiddy

borrowing money to pay the income tax

now everything’s gone. I never knew

it could be so hard.”

Despair weighs down her voice like Pearl River mud

caked around the edges

her pale eyes scanning the camera for help or explanation

unanswered

she shifts her search across the watered street, dry-eyed

“hard, but not this hard.”

Two tow-headed children hurl themselves against her

hanging upon her coat like mirrors

until a man with ham-like hands pulls her aside

snarling “She ain’t got nothing more to say!”

and that lie hangs in his mouth

like a shred of rotting meat.

III

I inherited Jackson, Mississippi.

For my majority it gave me Emmett Till

his 15 years puffed out like bruises

on plump boy-cheeks

his only Mississippi summer

whistling a 21 gun salute to Dixie

as a white girl passed him in the street

and he was baptized my son forever

in the midnight waters of the Pearl.

His broken body is the afterimage of my 21st year

when I walked through a northern summer

my eyes averted

from each corner’s photographies

newspapers protest posters magazines

Police Story, Confidential, True

the avid insistence of detail

pretending insight or information

the length of gash across the dead boy’s loins

his grieving mother’s lamentation

the severed lips, how many burns

his gouged out eyes

sewed shut upon the screaming covers

louder than life

all over

the veiled warning, the secret relish

of a black child’s mutilated body

fingered by street-corner eyes

bruise upon livid bruise

and wherever I looked that summer

I learned to be at home with children’s blood

with savored violence

with pictures of black broken flesh

used, crumpled, and discarded

lying amid the sidewalk refuse

like a raped woman’s face.

A black boy from Chicago

whistled on the streets of Jackson, Mississippi

testing what he’d been taught was a manly thing to do

his teachers

ripped his eyes out his sex his tongue

and flung him to the Pearl weighted with stone

in the name of white womanhood

they took their aroused honor

back to Jackson

and celebrated in a whorehouse

the double ritual of white manhood

confirmed.

IV

“If earth and air and water do not judge them who are

we to refuse a crust of bread?”

Emmett Till rides the crest of the Pearl, whistling

24 years his ghost lay like the shade of a raped woman

and a white girl has grown older in costly honor

(what did she pay to never know its price?)

now the Pearl River speaks its muddy judgment

and I can withhold my pity and my bread.

“Hard, but not this hard.”

Her face is flat with resignation and despair

with ancient and familiar sorrows

a woman surveying her crumpled future

as the white girl besmirched by Emmett’s whistle

never allowed her own tongue

without power or conclusion

unvoiced

she stands adrift in the ruins of her honor

and a man with an executioner’s face

pulls her away.

Within my eyes

the flickering afterimages of a nightmare rain

a woman wrings her hands

beneath the weight of agonies remembered

I wade through summer ghosts

betrayed by vision

hers and my own

becoming dragonfish to survive

the horrors we are living

with tortured lungs

adapting to breathe blood.

A woman measures her life’s damage

my eyes are caves, chunks of etched rock

tied to the ghost of a black boy

whistling

crying and frightened

her tow-headed children cluster

like little mirrors of despair

their father’s hands upon them

and soundlessly

a woman begins to weep.

Courtesy of Audre Lorde, “Afterimages” from The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde. Copyright © 1997 by Audre Lorde. Reprinted with the permission of Charlotte Sheedy

Literary Agency and W. W. Norton & Company, Inc., http://www.nortonpoets.com.

Source: The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde (W. W. Norton and Company Inc., 1997)

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