Tuesday, December 30, 2014
a good thought for whatever your art...
"It's not about perfection, it's about connection." -musician's motto
Monday, December 29, 2014
Saturday, December 27, 2014
poetry quick...
Poetry
Quick studies of Luncheons on the Grass
In blues and whites and greens
Taupe, blacks and tans
We've talked about this for years
In the wave of paper lanterns
There
I saw
Your painting of a bird,
A perfect bird on a cobblestone hill
Wing and flight, the road the store the night
On
To
A
Star,
On
To
A
Picnic
Quick studies of Luncheons on the Grass
In blues and whites and greens
Taupe, blacks and tans
We've talked about this for years
In the wave of paper lanterns
There
I saw
Your painting of a bird,
A perfect bird on a cobblestone hill
Wing and flight, the road the store the night
On
To
A
Star,
On
To
A
Picnic
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
later, havana!...
1958
Came out of Georgia
Swamp road
Swamp store
Swamp night
Highway lights like the aurora borealis way off,
Way off
Miami!
Way off!
1958
Miami!
At last, at last and on
To Havana
Well,
Later
After
Driving up the coast to Naples,
I will go to Havana later,
Way off -
Later, Havana!
On my list.
Came out of Georgia
Swamp road
Swamp store
Swamp night
Highway lights like the aurora borealis way off,
Way off
Miami!
Way off!
1958
Miami!
At last, at last and on
To Havana
Well,
Later
After
Driving up the coast to Naples,
I will go to Havana later,
Way off -
Later, Havana!
On my list.
Sunday, December 21, 2014
barry manilow singin' with the big bands...
Barry Manilow singin' with the big bands
Not jazz!
But at the beginning of Christmas week
And a light snow on the ground
And coffee made and drinking
Okay!
Just a dusting on the deck and the deck rails
And the grass
And sticking in the trees
I won't shovel
Or even sweep
I'll put Dave Brubeck and Paul Desmond on now
The Duets 1975
And Miles and Chet and Monk later
?
I wonder if there is snow on the granite seats
And the orange clam boxes
In the sea smoke and the dawn
At the Paramount in forty-three
Not jazz!
But at the beginning of Christmas week
And a light snow on the ground
And coffee made and drinking
Okay!
Just a dusting on the deck and the deck rails
And the grass
And sticking in the trees
I won't shovel
Or even sweep
I'll put Dave Brubeck and Paul Desmond on now
The Duets 1975
And Miles and Chet and Monk later
?
I wonder if there is snow on the granite seats
And the orange clam boxes
In the sea smoke and the dawn
At the Paramount in forty-three
Thursday, December 18, 2014
the walk...
The walk
Regal with a spring a lilt
A bassline reminiscent of Mingus
Like
A
Song
The perfect float on cobblestone
Avenue
Street
Village
Square
1950s M.O.
Jimmy Ryan's, the Vanguard, Kerouac
And
Killarney,
A willow in the mist
The walk,
The step
Just the slightest;
Beating elegant against the wind out of Oyster Bay.
Regal with a spring a lilt
A bassline reminiscent of Mingus
Like
A
Song
The perfect float on cobblestone
Avenue
Street
Village
Square
1950s M.O.
Jimmy Ryan's, the Vanguard, Kerouac
And
Killarney,
A willow in the mist
The walk,
The step
Just the slightest;
Beating elegant against the wind out of Oyster Bay.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
the best season twice...
If you write, you do it
Deliberately
Even though only a few words
But
Deliberately
As
52nd Street rings
Furnaces heat, fandangos
&
Airplanes fly
Long songs,
Long plans
!
A Portrait in April
I paint portraits you know
Or are on
?
And the unkind blow to a friend yesterday,
A really good person,
Oh yes,
The best season,
The best season.
Deliberately
Even though only a few words
But
Deliberately
As
52nd Street rings
Furnaces heat, fandangos
&
Airplanes fly
Long songs,
Long plans
!
A Portrait in April
I paint portraits you know
Or are on
?
And the unkind blow to a friend yesterday,
A really good person,
Oh yes,
The best season,
The best season.
Monday, December 15, 2014
Saturday, December 13, 2014
skies some of my favorites...
Winter sunset
The color of April, lavender and butter
Color
Skies some of my favorites
Those
And the black nights over Johnson Bay
Flowers of light everywhere
Straight up
Straight ahead
*inspired by Kat Gang city photo.
The color of April, lavender and butter
Color
Skies some of my favorites
Those
And the black nights over Johnson Bay
Flowers of light everywhere
Straight up
Straight ahead
*inspired by Kat Gang city photo.
Friday, December 12, 2014
toast too...
A small pad of paper
Yellow lined
Nothing on it!
So
Far
Just sounds, coffee cars furnace
The coffee tastes good
I
Imagine
Toast too
And
Orange
Marmalade
Yellow lined
Nothing on it!
So
Far
Just sounds, coffee cars furnace
The coffee tastes good
I
Imagine
Toast too
And
Orange
Marmalade
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
flyin' home...
Writing cliff walks and high benches
Battalions of
High paths in the snow and rock
Shorelines sun and sea
Water on the breakwater
Water on the clam boxes too
Orange rum and poetry waltzing on the tracks
Flyin' home
Battalions of
High paths in the snow and rock
Shorelines sun and sea
Water on the breakwater
Water on the clam boxes too
Orange rum and poetry waltzing on the tracks
Flyin' home
Monday, December 8, 2014
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Friday, December 5, 2014
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
biopic ~ something about that atlantic city motel...
The Atlantic City motel
That Atlantic City motel
Trying to remember, not the name of it, can't
I remember the stucco color of it
Orange and green and some red, on the beach
Yellow beach grass, whitish sand
Purple sand
Hot just the air conditioning of the ocean
And all the friendliness of Papa's House
The painting
It is early 4:48 A.M. and I am
Looking at the Atlantic City motel, green curtains blowing
In from the ocean, sunny
Two pictures hanging crooked in the single room
Single bath
Two beds chair and desk, TV rabbit ears, ordinary
And the ocean sounds near, and people sounds, kid sounds...
Old mahogany color radio and music and breezy night
Hackney's seafood
Off the Atlantic ocean
Big bands
She and roast beef sandwiches on the boardwalk
The whole place had a Cuba ring
I missed going there a year or two before
Havana
I've always regretted that
But
That Atlantic City motel
Something about that Atlantic City motel
I was in the Army
Fort Dix
That Atlantic City motel
Trying to remember, not the name of it, can't
I remember the stucco color of it
Orange and green and some red, on the beach
Yellow beach grass, whitish sand
Purple sand
Hot just the air conditioning of the ocean
And all the friendliness of Papa's House
The painting
It is early 4:48 A.M. and I am
Looking at the Atlantic City motel, green curtains blowing
In from the ocean, sunny
Two pictures hanging crooked in the single room
Single bath
Two beds chair and desk, TV rabbit ears, ordinary
And the ocean sounds near, and people sounds, kid sounds...
Old mahogany color radio and music and breezy night
Hackney's seafood
Off the Atlantic ocean
Big bands
She and roast beef sandwiches on the boardwalk
The whole place had a Cuba ring
I missed going there a year or two before
Havana
I've always regretted that
But
That Atlantic City motel
Something about that Atlantic City motel
I was in the Army
Fort Dix
steamin' with the miles davis quintet...
Viking ships in perfect formation
In the picture on my wall
Smells of old movies
On my street
Gray reeds and coral flowers
Airplanes
Train whistles at the Springdale Crossing
2 A.M.
6 A.M.
A long night at Charlie's Gone By
And tossed
Steamin' With The Miles Davis Quintet
In the picture on my wall
Smells of old movies
On my street
Gray reeds and coral flowers
Airplanes
Train whistles at the Springdale Crossing
2 A.M.
6 A.M.
A long night at Charlie's Gone By
And tossed
Steamin' With The Miles Davis Quintet
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Sunday, November 30, 2014
listening to the great bebop crowd...
On fire
Burning
Listening to the great bebop crowd
Chan's
Live
Saxophones
Dick Johnson
Bap! Bap!
Greg Abate
Bap!
Bap! Bap!
Todd Baker bass
Greg Wardson piano
Gary Johnson drums
Bap! Bap!
Bap!
Listening to the great bebop crowd
In the car
In the car
Yuh!
Burning
Listening to the great bebop crowd
Chan's
Live
Saxophones
Dick Johnson
Bap! Bap!
Greg Abate
Bap!
Bap! Bap!
Todd Baker bass
Greg Wardson piano
Gary Johnson drums
Bap! Bap!
Bap!
Listening to the great bebop crowd
In the car
In the car
Yuh!
behind the movie house marquee...
Behind the movie house marquee
Portraits
Garbo
I
Bacall
Bogie
Facades
Along the Street of Violins
In the movie
Portraits
Garbo
I
Bacall
Bogie
Facades
Along the Street of Violins
In the movie
i had forgotten...
I had forgotten the train whistle
That whistle
Clack and engine clack on the rail
The crossings
Emily
Paul Desmond makes a go at it at the Monterey Jazz Festival 1975
Clack
Clack
That whistle
Clack and engine clack on the rail
The crossings
Emily
Paul Desmond makes a go at it at the Monterey Jazz Festival 1975
Clack
Clack
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Friday, November 21, 2014
6 o' clock in the morning in jackson...
6 o' clock in the morning
A snow on the movie house marquee across the street
In the rosas in front of my door
A light
Snow morning in November
A snow sky all day?
6 o' clock in the morning in Jackson
A sparrow bumped my door
*written 11/20/14.
A snow on the movie house marquee across the street
In the rosas in front of my door
A light
Snow morning in November
A snow sky all day?
6 o' clock in the morning in Jackson
A sparrow bumped my door
*written 11/20/14.
in a piece of storied black marble...
In a piece of storied black marble
Quarried
In Maine near Paris
Black, veined with white intertwined
Pebbles traveled from lands and worlds
And the still red berries
Pavement
And stuff
The dawn clusters of trees and wreaths
Clouds and fishing people in that told story
In the marble
In Maine
;
Told by sirens and a muse afar
Quarried
In Maine near Paris
Black, veined with white intertwined
Pebbles traveled from lands and worlds
And the still red berries
Pavement
And stuff
The dawn clusters of trees and wreaths
Clouds and fishing people in that told story
In the marble
In Maine
;
Told by sirens and a muse afar
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
and the heart...
And the heart
In a snow in a sun
The rails
West
East
And the heart
Clack clack
Spoke
To a wind to a star
In a snow in a sun
The rails
West
East
And the heart
Clack clack
Spoke
To a wind to a star
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Thursday, November 13, 2014
and there are dishes to be done...
It is 5 o'clock in the morning
The moon a dot
Straight up above my head
In a cloud and a star
Another star and another star
Around Orion's belt
On the bay
Along the peak of the movie house roof
Quiet and restful out there
In here the furnace is on
And there are dishes to be done
On the FM station Sinatra sings
All The Way
It is 5 o'clock in the morning
Those stars all the way
Around Orion's belt
The moon a dot
Straight up above my head
In a cloud and a star
Another star and another star
Around Orion's belt
On the bay
Along the peak of the movie house roof
Quiet and restful out there
In here the furnace is on
And there are dishes to be done
On the FM station Sinatra sings
All The Way
It is 5 o'clock in the morning
Those stars all the way
Around Orion's belt
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
from Gardens of Stone by Nicholas C. Proffitt...
'Goody' Nelson: Well, here's to us and those like us.
Clell Hazard: Damn few left.
Clell Hazard: Damn few left.
yesterday morning...
It is six o' clock in the morning
Seven o'clock now
And there is a moonprint over Davis's Studio,
The bay,
The breakwater,
And the bakery
And the chocolatier's
A blue sky
In Maine
Yesterday morning
Seven o'clock now
And there is a moonprint over Davis's Studio,
The bay,
The breakwater,
And the bakery
And the chocolatier's
A blue sky
In Maine
Yesterday morning
Monday, November 10, 2014
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Saturday, November 8, 2014
splendid things...
The running crows across the marsh
Along,
Along
The sea the sounds of splendid things
Bird
Hawk
Sweets
Running bodies and souls under a tent
Lighted by paper party lamps
And rocking masts on the bay
Splendid things
In our past
*inspired by Kimberly's 'cherish' painting
Along,
Along
The sea the sounds of splendid things
Bird
Hawk
Sweets
Running bodies and souls under a tent
Lighted by paper party lamps
And rocking masts on the bay
Splendid things
In our past
*inspired by Kimberly's 'cherish' painting
Friday, November 7, 2014
the poetry of kimberly ashby, cherish your past...
Sunsets
Off
The
Bay
Lime
And
Argyle
Tones
And
Tunes
To
Dance
Her Raven
Shows
With
A
Ribbon
R
E
D
A Key
To
Unlock Her Dreams
Fly
Fly
My
Raven
Cherish Your Past
Always,
Off
The
Bay
Lime
And
Argyle
Tones
And
Tunes
To
Dance
Her Raven
Shows
With
A
Ribbon
R
E
D
A Key
To
Unlock Her Dreams
Fly
Fly
My
Raven
Cherish Your Past
Always,
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Monday, November 3, 2014
but gone...
Places
Were
Now
But Gone
In the percolating coffee before dawn
The
Picasso Tree
Blue
The song a silence and a church stare
Sanctuary and a gauzy window there
Felt
Were
Now
But Gone
In the percolating coffee before dawn
The
Picasso Tree
Blue
The song a silence and a church stare
Sanctuary and a gauzy window there
Felt
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Monday, October 27, 2014
martha wainwright acrylic...
"You know people always ask me how I describe my music. First of all I tell them that's their job and then that also one day I hope to have things referred to as Martha Wainwright-esque."
Sunday, October 26, 2014
this night in fall...
The bay
This night in fall
The rosas still and dying
Until
April
No great sky like the one over the Hudson
A few days ago
Morning
This night in fall a red red line over the bay
On the horizon
Sunset
Now
This night in fall
The rosas still and dying
Until
April
No great sky like the one over the Hudson
A few days ago
Morning
This night in fall a red red line over the bay
On the horizon
Sunset
Now
the calm morning...
The calm morning
Like ago
A wind firing across the bay
In the middle of winter
In the middle of the night
And the world was all right
For now
Like ago
A wind firing across the bay
In the middle of winter
In the middle of the night
And the world was all right
For now
Friday, October 24, 2014
Thursday, October 23, 2014
painting and poetic have left...
Painting and Poetic have left
Like the sunflower as tall as a tree
Is going to
It is October
After September
Like the sunflower as tall as a tree
Is going to
It is October
After September
Sunday, October 19, 2014
in the morning the house...
In the morning the house
After the rain last night
The light blue sky over it
Breezy
And red streaks
A bay still asleep
And a towering sunflower
Like a tree
There on the corner
Of the hill
Of the meadow
Of the sea
Just waiting for April
After the rain last night
The light blue sky over it
Breezy
And red streaks
A bay still asleep
And a towering sunflower
Like a tree
There on the corner
Of the hill
Of the meadow
Of the sea
Just waiting for April
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
1957 (the poem)...
1957
Jacket, tie, tux
Oh bow tie solid satin
Jazz
Boats buoys
Cats and a 17 foot Herreshoff
Marion
Falmouth
Bars and Heights
Newport
Tennis and time
Mahalia Jackson Gerry Mulligan
George Shearing
Tennis and time summertime
Jazz the
Summer of '51 Stan Kenton
And
Machito!
Gone With the Wind, like that Kenton band
And
'57
And that summer of '51
Jacket, tie, tux
Oh bow tie solid satin
Jazz
Boats buoys
Cats and a 17 foot Herreshoff
Marion
Falmouth
Bars and Heights
Newport
Tennis and time
Mahalia Jackson Gerry Mulligan
George Shearing
Tennis and time summertime
Jazz the
Summer of '51 Stan Kenton
And
Machito!
Gone With the Wind, like that Kenton band
And
'57
And that summer of '51
Monday, October 13, 2014
the hills and halos...
Soft swing
Violins, a piano, keys and notes
Just one of those things...
Peggy Lee! Peggy Lee!
Dark drives under the moon over
the hills and halos
Long roads in the pages of old books
And a trumpet sings soft
muted
Harry Edison! Harry Edison!
Sweets
Violins, a piano, keys and notes
Just one of those things...
Peggy Lee! Peggy Lee!
Dark drives under the moon over
the hills and halos
Long roads in the pages of old books
And a trumpet sings soft
muted
Harry Edison! Harry Edison!
Sweets
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