I like the formless form of this piece , for however neatly arranged in
strophes it is essentially formless.........the nature of jazz, I should
think. To understand 'Bones' would help me enormously
though.........Colltrane and the rest I'm happy with. Nice work Ryfkah.
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From: "Ryfkah *" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, June 21, 2002 6:15 PM
Subject: All That Jazz
> All That Jazz
>
> Bones tap up stairs
> down again into one
> room out of another
> They play the jazz
> echoes of Coltrane Miles
> Davis T Monk chiefly Sun Ra
>
> She balleted in the womb
> Music made her old soul unwind
> She refused to be born
> stood up tall to look through
> her mother's eyes
> hung onto the c(h)ord
>
> for dear life
> mantled herself tightly
> The doctor plucked her out
> She did not cry
> but stared startled
> heard jazz in her head
>
> A jazz singer she
> scatted smoke in Chicago bars
> birthed tunes
> that loom in candle
> lit shadow played on
> public radio
>
> Bones sing through jazzed night
>
> Ryfkah 6/21/02
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