Comments received on poems by blacksparrow79
Jazz
dusk arising said:
I\'m with you, I feel it, I play it, i live it. And it\'s so strange to me that others cannot feel it but I am long past really caring. Once it\'s inside you it oozes out into everything, everyday, everywhere.
Play on...
May 13th, 2022 09:08
dusk arising said:
I\'m with you, I feel it, I play it, i live it. And it\'s so strange to me that others cannot feel it but I am long past really caring. Once it\'s inside you it oozes out into everything, everyday, everywhere.
Play on...
May 13th, 2022 09:08
Jazz
L. B. Mek said:
\'A sudden stutter places itself
Into a rhythm only one alone can feel.
Percussion interrupts brain patterns
with the libations of groove...\'
\'No Mrs. Mundane.
This bass is not for the feint.
It\'s an IV drip to your soul train.
A liquid hit to the main vein.
That one.
The central nerve.
Adjust the dose
and increase the reverb.\'
\'Soul lives in the cracks of every
worn out pavement.
Soul lives in the sounds of every child.
In the movement of every creature
running wild.
Soul. Sounds.
Like jazz.\'..
(dear Artist/Poet
you know this already
but I\'ll double down
you\'re: Awesome!)
\'reading these, eloquence
of an ode
to that Jazz so many adore
but can\'t identify
that elusive, why
in their enjoyment
of music
incumbent, to making us
feel
rather than, simply
admire, move with and think
well, for me at least
is like
hearing, never \'listening\'
to Albert Ayler\'s, \'Spirits\'
for that very first time
and having all your friends
clasp their ears, bewildered
while you, like a fool
begin a smile
you carry with you
all through, life..\'
thank you!
for choosing to share
your genius
May 13th, 2022 04:59
L. B. Mek said:
\'A sudden stutter places itself
Into a rhythm only one alone can feel.
Percussion interrupts brain patterns
with the libations of groove...\'
\'No Mrs. Mundane.
This bass is not for the feint.
It\'s an IV drip to your soul train.
A liquid hit to the main vein.
That one.
The central nerve.
Adjust the dose
and increase the reverb.\'
\'Soul lives in the cracks of every
worn out pavement.
Soul lives in the sounds of every child.
In the movement of every creature
running wild.
Soul. Sounds.
Like jazz.\'..
(dear Artist/Poet
you know this already
but I\'ll double down
you\'re: Awesome!)
\'reading these, eloquence
of an ode
to that Jazz so many adore
but can\'t identify
that elusive, why
in their enjoyment
of music
incumbent, to making us
feel
rather than, simply
admire, move with and think
well, for me at least
is like
hearing, never \'listening\'
to Albert Ayler\'s, \'Spirits\'
for that very first time
and having all your friends
clasp their ears, bewildered
while you, like a fool
begin a smile
you carry with you
all through, life..\'
thank you!
for choosing to share
your genius
May 13th, 2022 04:59
