Thursday, January 29, 2015
matadors and troubadours...
Poetry
Connects
The constellations and everything else
And
Painting and Lily
Lilies
Monet madrigals Modigliani
Matadors and troubadours
Matisse
Miro and Ellington
Jazz
Connects
The constellations and everything else
The music is
The poetry is
The art is
Everything else
Connects
The constellations and everything else
And
Painting and Lily
Lilies
Monet madrigals Modigliani
Matadors and troubadours
Matisse
Miro and Ellington
Jazz
Connects
The constellations and everything else
The music is
The poetry is
The art is
Everything else
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
6 A.M. ...
6 A.M.
Wavy winds curls and flowers
Snow swirling
Singing
In the wisps in the Andes
The furnace is on
Coffee pen and paper
Hearing plows but no train whistle
Another plow just plows
Gusts and lights
I will be able to make an egg
Folded with Newman's Own mango salsa
Orange juice
And a walk with Jack
But not in Chopin's garden
Bach's? Maybe?
Wavy winds curls and flowers
Snow swirling
Singing
In the wisps in the Andes
The furnace is on
Coffee pen and paper
Hearing plows but no train whistle
Another plow just plows
Gusts and lights
I will be able to make an egg
Folded with Newman's Own mango salsa
Orange juice
And a walk with Jack
But not in Chopin's garden
Bach's? Maybe?
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Monday, January 19, 2015
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Saturday, January 17, 2015
the prez himself...
I say it, ready anytime
The Prez himself
Polka dots dots dots
And
Moonbeams sweet
Sweet
Daahr daahr daahr
Oh piano
His tenor some would say the greatest tenor ever lived
Aah
Lester Young ready anytime for something special
The Prez himself
Polka
Polka dots dots dots
And
Moonbeams
Sweet
The Prez himself
Polka dots dots dots
And
Moonbeams sweet
Sweet
Daahr daahr daahr
Oh piano
His tenor some would say the greatest tenor ever lived
Aah
Lester Young ready anytime for something special
The Prez himself
Polka
Polka dots dots dots
And
Moonbeams
Sweet
Thursday, January 15, 2015
seas fell into fall...
August dipped below the horizon
A summer day
And
Seas fell into fall
And September to November
Salt and waves and winter
And
December dipped below the horizon
And
Set
A summer day
And
Seas fell into fall
And September to November
Salt and waves and winter
And
December dipped below the horizon
And
Set
Friday, January 9, 2015
muse the poem...
Muse
A
Portrait go lightly
First takes
In black and white
Take
One
As in jazz
As in shades of gray
As in Muse
Green, purple and a Mingus bass solo
First takes!
*sketch and poem inspired by and hommage to the portrait photography of Claudio Cazzara.
A
Portrait go lightly
First takes
In black and white
Take
One
As in jazz
As in shades of gray
As in Muse
Green, purple and a Mingus bass solo
First takes!
*sketch and poem inspired by and hommage to the portrait photography of Claudio Cazzara.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
beautiful writing by kimberly ashby to mark the cold day...
she by the bay paints
sea smoke at the golden hour
Come Close
Closer
Still.
sea smoke at the golden hour
Come Close
Closer
Still.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
edgy if it's going to be any good...
A new year is like a new sketchbook
Edgy if it's going to be any good
A new year!
Sketch a little kindness
Thelonious Monk rehearsing
Spinning
Kenton riffs
Edgy
This is how Johnny Hodges sounds
Aah boo dee aah aah bap! Bop!
More Kenton riffs
And Matisse and Matisse things
Sketch a little kindness
Bop!
Edgy if it's going to be any good
A new year!
Sketch a little kindness
Thelonious Monk rehearsing
Spinning
Kenton riffs
Edgy
This is how Johnny Hodges sounds
Aah boo dee aah aah bap! Bop!
More Kenton riffs
And Matisse and Matisse things
Sketch a little kindness
Bop!
for the new year...
"Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in."
-Leonard Cohen
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in."
-Leonard Cohen
Thursday, January 1, 2015
autobiographical...
Sandbars and sailboats
The Village and Baltimore horses
Mean
A
Lot
This morning
,
I suppose
Because
It is 2015
The Village and Baltimore horses
Mean
A
Lot
This morning
,
I suppose
Because
It is 2015
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