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Free Write Friday ~ A Boomer Remembers the Sounds of Living in the Moment with Bob Kaufman’s ” O-Jazz-O War Memoir” featuring Beatles & Jazz – In My Life

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Texture Abstract Jazz Art Paintings Courtesy of bits_r_us.net

Music would take over at the point at which words become powerless, with the one and only object of expressing that which nothing but music could express. Debussy

February 26th

Today it appears that spring has sprung.  A warm glow piercing through my window cradling the chill from last evening.  Jung wrote:  “The serious problems in life are never fully solved.  If ever they should appear to be so it is a sure sign that something has been lost.  The meaning and purpose of a problem seem to lie not in the solution but in our working at it incessantly.  This alone preserves us from stultification and putrefaction.”  The San Francisco Bay area is plagued with Homelessness.  I know a thing or two about that because things went totally and literally south last May when I gave up my spacious one bedroom apartment in a lovely community off of Puget Sound in Seattle.  I wasn’t running from anything, rather, I was running for the life that was waiting for me.  Now when I look back, I would have hoped that I could find a place, not like a shelter where I would be able to actualize my dream.  But my dream to write and to help others to overcome adversities like money and a place to live where my dreams can come to life and in accordance with God’s plan for all of us.

So to this end 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.  I have discovered that there ain’t nothin’ in this world I could ask God to give me than the gift of translating 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.

Exploring mindfulness meditations and conversations that give 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 Beatle Jazz with sounds that are a reflection of growing up.  If it were not for the life riff jeering, circumstances filled with timbres that were flat or that shrilled to a thrilling vibrato that casted notes penetrating rhythms of stride that were both arbitrary in nature and where drummers paid homage to the cultural rage and chaos of the streets giving a steady ebb and flow of memory syncopation of tradition with ambient sounds marred by the blue mood of hard times that stirred like a river of notes ornamenting the riots deep and knapped within that scrambled new rhythms and tonal alliterations that struggled against the personal entropy that was disoriented by High Society and an acceptability of just being different.  The battle continues to rage between faux and real, inspiration and economic oppression and to actualize a life that understands human pain and is able to transcend it’s ravages became a snap shot of learning by living from my father and my mother because they have made this all possible…Peace & Love Out!  JBC 8-)♥ (Excerpt from The Sound I Felt”)

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.

 

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.

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Tell It Slant Tuesday ~ an Improvised Mindfulness Meditation ~ Sounds In the Wind – First Love featuring a Video Snap ~ 10 Minute Loving Kindness Meditation – New Mindful Life

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Sounds In the Wind

First Love

By Jannat Marie

The first muted note

That caresses your face

A dream that spoke

Beating in a syncopated space

Covering your heart’s sacred place.

 

Discordant suffocating breath

Ravaging the spirits with ornamented ghost notes of death

This is the choice and the sphere

Wild dancing kicks through fears.

 

This is the song’s laconic ennui

Nestled close to the quick

Evaporating and setting you free

Scented riffs that do the trick

Through sounds tortuous licks.

 

Sounds of a child’s love that pleases

Lingering in your ears

Making you do anything with ease

Choreographed an improvised life, replacing fear

Remembering the first sounds of love always appear.

 

Published on Oct 7, 2013

This guided mindfulness meditation helps to cultivate gratitude and present moment awareness.

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Tell It Slant Tuesday ~ Poet’s Beat on a Jazz Lit Canvas “Under the Edge of February” by Jayne Cortez featuring Gil Fuller & Monterey Jazz Festival – “Angel City Blues” – Feat. Dizzy Gillespie

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“Overall, I think the main thing a musician would like to do is to give a picture to the listener of the many wonderful things he knows of and senses in the universe. That’s what music is to me—it’s just another way of saying this is a big, beautiful universe we live in, that’s been given to us, and here’s an example of just how magnificent and encompassing it is. That’s what I would like to do. I think that’s one of the greatest things you can do in life, and we all try to do it in some way. The musician’s is through his music.”  ~ John Coltrane

Part of the writing process for me is finding inspiration fueled by improvisation.  It is everywhere.  So, jazz portraits on a literary canvas began back in the 60s.  Witnessed by the shattering of equality were the demonstrated demands for freedoms of expression of being who you are still remain in our country today.  Described as “a fool’s folly”of thinking that colors should be sundered from white.  That blood is red and yet not equal.  That striving to be the same is better than celebrating our differences.  February was the quiet before that August storm when I was inspired by the soft muses that resonated with me and comforted me back in the 60s seeing twenty five miles from our manicured community in the Wilshire district flames and fury that forever metastasized Tinsel Town.  Jayne Cortez was born in Arizona, grew up in Los Angeles, California, and lived in New York City. She was the author of ten books of poems and performed her poetry with music on nine recordings. Her poetry continues to be celebrated for its political, surrealistic, dynamic innovations in lyricism, and visceral sound.  Her poetry reflects the time but what the most important message from Ms. Jayne Cortez FIND YOUR OWN VOICE!  That became my mantra and has given me the strength to face whatever adversity that comes my way.  Peace & Love Out!  JBC 😎 & ❤

Under the Edge of February

by Jayne Cortez 

Under the edge of February
in hawk of a throat
hidden by ravines of sweet oil
by temples of switch blades
beautiful in its sound of fertility
beautiful in its turban of funeral crepe
beautiful in its camouflage of grief
in its solitude of bruises
in its arson of alert

Who will enter its beautiful calligraphy of blood
Its beautiful mask of fish net
mask of hubcaps mask of ice picks mask
of watermelon rinds mask of umbilical cords
changing into a mask of rubber bands

Who will enter this beautiful beautiful mask of
punctured bladders moving with a mask of chapsticks
Compound of Hearts Compound of Hearts
Where is the lucky number for this shy love
this top heavy beauty bathed with charcoal water
self conscious against a mosaic of broken bottles
broken locks broken pipes broken
bloods of broken spirits broken through like
broken promises

Landlords Junkies Thieves
enthroning themselves in you
they burn up couches they burn down houses
and infuse themselves against memory
every thought
a pavement of old belts
every performance
a ceremonial pick up

how many more orphans how many neglected shrines
how many more stolen feet stolen guns
stolen watch bands of death
in you how many times

Harlem
hidden by ravines of sweet oil
by temples of switch blades
beautiful in your sound of fertility
beautiful in your turban of funeral crepe
beautiful in your camouflage of grief
in your solitude of bruises in
your arson of alert
beautiful.

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Tell It Slant Tuesday ~ Jazz Note Flash ~ “one note wanders” by Jazzybeatchick featuring Monk’s Epistrophy

This is a pastiche inspired by Improvised Life| antidote the ordinary’s post Thelonious Monk’s Notes On Life and Music 

one note wanders…

by Jazzybeatchick

Living moment to moment

Life makes many sounds in notes

Can’t live within, can’t do alone but in Solitude

Hear hate, deceit, greed, guilt that are sharing the same swing.

Sometimes eternal notes of death

Is the only peace ‘cause Monk notes “…Cause when you’re swinging

swing some more…

 

Notes emanating from mistakes that fill the air with despair ‘cause

God’s promises take on different meanings depending upon timing.

Joys like dreams soiled by the cacophony of fear.

Salacious and sentient improvisation is the only survival mechanism

Found where a heart beats syncopated in an asynchronous fantasy that we hear…

 

Monk notes “Don’t play everything (or every time):  Let some things go by.

Some music is just imagined.  What you don’t play can be more important

Than when you do….”

Timing, rhythm, imagination, and courage to express and live in the moment of your truth.

“Whatever you think can’t be done, somebody will come along and do it.

A genius is the one most like himself…” Monk resounds.

 

Notes echo in your soul to eternity.

Reminding the jazz that made the sound come true, bring me home to a sound

That echo’s harmony and a peace I have always known.

A calling in my heart that forgives

the ravages of life’s cruel moments hoping that in the CODA

My life makes a difference.

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Free Write Friday ~ 5 EZ PZ Lessons Learned 4 Living through Life’s Challenges with Mindfulness Improv ~ A Jazz Meditation. Featuring “Dreams” by DJ Ezasscul

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Each life is formed by its unique image, an image that is the essence of that life and calls it to a destiny. As the force of fate, this image acts as a personal daimon, an accompanying guide who remembers your calling.” ~ James Hillman

This quote resonates with me on so many levels.  The only word that I would use instead of image is sound.   The inspiring force in my life constantly challenges, alludes and takes me away from that sound are discordant and devastating counter melodies that have disconnected me are fear, anticipation, control and remaining true to that force.  Breast Cancer, Guillain Barré, homelessness, the death of my parents are the major noises that interfere with hearing and feeling that daimon.  Jazz was the only sound that brings back that familiarity and sense of joy and inner peace. My thoughts and life changed course and I spend quite a bit of time meditating on Jazz, mindfulness and creating the life that remembers my calling.  It is when I had fallen in love with sound, images and words that became a portal to my inner strength and life.

Here are the 5 essential lessons that I feel deepened my practice over the past decade…

  1. Authenticity is important– vital actually – in ‘the art of mindfulness living’. To truly embody mindfulness, we need to embrace absolute authenticity in every aspect of our lives. It is the degree to which we are true to our own nature and spirit, despite external pressures the world seems to place on us.
  2. Protect and nurture mindfulness despite living in a chaotic world.  I started meditating at the tender age of eleven.  Life has taught me that in order for me to be happy; I had to adapt my thoughts to a more ‘Simplistic’ frame of mind.  I was living in excess, i.e.,  clothes, food, drink, events and other ‘Junk’ to the point that I no longer had space or time to enjoy life.  My plan was to simplify life and take time outs for walks, sitting by the water, reading, listening to jazz, dancing and just being –in a sustainable balance.
  3. Develop the ability to listen intentionally to my body-mind-spirit through sound and poetry to live with compassion and patience.  I decided to take Mindfulness Meditations by listening to jazz and writing instead of drinking or worrying or fighting and denying my feelings by accepting and breathing into those moments which now makes my suffering less intensive and gives me clarity and reminds me of my calling.
  4. Finding better ways to deal with stress and painful emotions.  I have learned, through mindfulness, to acknowledge my negative’ emotions and not react to every little upset by suppressing them or burying them.  Making different choices and to just relax and breathe!  I discovered that I can find peace even in the midst of inner storms.  My perceptions have changed and the fog has lifted.  I may not know what or where I am going, but I am confident and comfortable and back to my laid back self. Listening to music, dancing barefoot in my room or in the sand, long walks or just sitting quietly at the Marina are some of the ways to decompress and renew my inner spirit.
  5. Consistency is a vital necessity.  I have been very devoted to a formal mindfulness practice usually yoga mixed with doing art and writing at a consistent time of day early morning works best for me. I am no longer just surviving and now am living fully awakened to this phenomenal life and those who have put God’s grace and beauty in every way.  Now I am able to be a catalyst and the adventurer of this template we all call Life.

I hope my realizations and lessons are helpful to you. What about you? Share your experience and wisdom below.  Peace Out!  JBC 😎 & ♥

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Poetic Beat on a Jazz Lit Canvas ~ “Wild Dreams of a New Beginning” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti featuring Herbie Hancock’s “Solitude”

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Music is Magical Abstract Healing Art By Omaste Witkowski owFotoGrafik.com

“Funny how a melody sounds like a memory.”  By Eric Church

For my new beginning a prevalent theme in actualizing my dream to be an author was accepting a major aspect of the writing life was “solitary confinement”.  It has been that way for the past twelve and a half years.  Washington state was my “wilderness” of sorts.  Left to my own devices initially after my mother’s death then subsequently by the well meaning gestures of those who said they cared but didn’t.  There is no blame nor was it anybody’s fault.  It is the process of living on the brink of destitution month after month and the burgeoning rising cost of living that depleted my creativity and freedom of expression.  I was surviving not living.  I was drained because struggling to pay bills made my dream to write suffer.  The starving artist thing is not appealing to me.  However, moving to the San Francisco bay area from Seattle made the necessary difference.  With the exception of the “roommate fraud” thing and being homeless for a little while, it forced me to rely on my nascent auditory memories to get me through those hard times.  I am grateful for this Solitude because it opened my heart and my eyes to why I am here….and who I truly am.

I paired Herbie Hancock’s Solitude with Ferlinghetti’s Wild Dreams of a New Beginning because it is exactly the emotions and thoughts are the appreciation of the of the good times I felt and  heard.  Peace & Love Out!  JBC 😎 & ♥

“Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning”

by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

There’s a breathless hush on the freeway tonight
Beyond the ledges of concrete
restaurants fall into dreams
with candlelight couples
Lost Alexandria still burns
in a billion lightbulbs
Lives cross lives
idling at stoplights
Beyond the cloverleaf turnoffs
‘Souls eat souls in the general emptiness’
A piano concerto comes out a kitchen window
A yogi speaks at Ojai
‘It’s all taking pace in one mind’
On the lawn among the trees
lovers are listening
for the master to tell them they are one
with the universe
Eyes smell flowers and become them
There’s a deathless hush
on the freeway tonight
as a Pacific tidal wave a mile high
sweeps in
Los Angeles breathes its last gas
and sinks into the sea like the Titanic all lights lit
Nine minutes later Willa Cather‘s Nebraska
sinks with it
The sea comes over in Utah
Mormon tabernacles washed away like barnacles
Coyotes are confounded & swim nowhere
An orchestra onstage in Omaha
keeps on playing Handel’s Water Music
Horns fill with water
ans bass players float away on their instruments
clutching them like lovers horizontal
Chicago’s Loop becomes a rollercoaster
Skyscrapers filled like water glasses
Great Lakes mixed with Buddhist brine
Great Books watered down in Evanston
Milwaukee beer topped with sea foam
Beau Fleuve of Buffalo suddenly become salt
Manhatten Island swept clean in sixteen seconds
buried masts of Amsterdam arise
as the great wave sweeps on Eastward
to wash away over-age Camembert Europe
manhatta steaming in sea-vines
the washed land awakes again to wilderness
the only sound a vast thrumming of crickets
a cry of seabirds high over
in empty eternity
as the Hudson retakes its thickets
and Indians reclaim their canoes

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Improvised Life ~ Riffs on the Sounds of Letting Go ~ Featured Video Snap Alan Watts – Guided Meditation (Awakening The Mind)

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“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 us into the present moment where inner peace resides. Inner peace is simply acknowledging and accepting who you truly are.  This is the only way to find our true self by becoming completely relaxed, focused and centered.  Mindfulness Meditation and improvising by focusing on your breathing and observing your feelings and emotions as they float by.  No judgments or expectations are allowed.  However,  when distractions will present themselves just acknowledge them and deeply breathe them out.  Breathe in joy and peacefulness.  Rilke’s poem creates and evokes images let them in and see where it will take you.  The beauty is  that you can do this anywhere.  Peace & Love Out!  JBC 😎 & >3

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Improvising Life ~ 9 Inspiring Steps to a Creative Life ~ Featuring Creative Coffee – Best Time of My Life ~ featuring a Video Snap of Nonconformity and the Creative Life

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The key question isn’t “What fosters creativity?” But it is why in God’s name isn’t everyone creative? Where was the human potential lost? How was it crippled? I think therefore a good question might be not why do people create? But why do people not create or innovate? We have got to abandon that sense of amazement in the face of creativity, as if it were a miracle if anybody created anything.”Abraham Maslow

Here are 9 inspired suggestions to help you start living a creative way of life:

 1.  Be open to try something new.

Step out of your daily routine and did something totally different? Take a dance class, go to a concert or try a new jazz club near you to experience something that is a departure from your normal routine.  Try a new radio station or grab a pencil and start sketching the trees in your own backyard or a park where you see children (they could be yours) take a vegan or gourmet cooking class @ a Natural Food Store to engage in a creative action. Creative thinking and creative action occurs when you decide that you want to jazz up your everyday life.

2.  Create something with your own hands on a regular basis.

Set the table following a layout from your favorite magazine, i.e., I like Coastal Living they have wonderful recipes and table settings that are really festive and different.  Make time to try something new. For example go to the art section of your favorite department store and come up with a theme for the centerpiece with flowers, object, etc.  Check out DYI sites on your computer.  It is a lot of fun when you do it as a family and or friend thing.  Check out Betty Edward’s Drawing From the Life Within.

3.  Express yourself through movement ~ dancing to music or watching a classic film, play video game or even try performing arts of a play or opera you love. For the inner writer start a creative writing or book club.

You have the option of creating whatever fun filled evening of movement by learning a new dance step or exercise or yoga routine to break away from your usual nightly fare.  It does not have to cost a lot of money, just use your imagination.

4.  Integrate Creativity into your daily life.

Begin by scheduling time on your calendar for it. You don’t have to go crazy.  Start off with maybe twice a month.  Make it an intention as you would when you are meditating for a positive and productive day.  Chances are you will not consider it foreign or uncomfortable because you are pacing yourself to experience life differently.   Pick your own pace and find Parks and recreation programs that go to Wine Country or Hiking or Ballroom Dancing where there is not a long term commitment and you can sign up without going into debt.  My cable company has dance, yoga, exercise as part of the cable package for free!

5.  Design or make something for your office or your room that is made by you.

Your surroundings are a reflection of your uniqueness. Inspiration is the catalyst for more creativity, grace and character.  So it is wonderful to surround yourself with objects that you make or you find in unusual places.  Hand-made objects evoke vivid memories as well as diversify your experiences.

6.  Find interesting and exotic creative spaces.

Museums, art shows or galleries, outdoor exhibits, theatres and outdoor performances will places remind and cultivate our innate creative abilities.

7.  Take time-outs or break for new inspiration

Inspiration is everywhere!  Check with friends, family, coworkers, etc. suggestions of creative ideas they enjoy.  Get the conversation on creativity going over coffee or a glass of wine.

8.  Let your creative juices flow and explore everything!

Keep in touch with your creative network.  Dialog and you will both be inspired.

9.  Be a creative outlet.

Talk about unique and unusual experiences to friends, email, start a blog or a Creative Living Circle.  Just be relaxed and free to do whatever suits your fancy.

 At the end of the day, be yourself.  The possibilities are endless.  Just include love, compassion, grace, forgiveness and most of all YOU!  There is no right answer.  Not happy with a choice, just make another one.  And now for a short snap on nonconformity….You are here!  Peace and Love Out!  JBC 😎 & ❤

Nonconformity and the Creative Life

 

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The Sounds of Jazz ~ Improvising Considerations 4 a Nu,,, ~ Poet’s Beat ~ Nothing but Trouble by Richard Jackson~ featuring “Somethin’ Else by Cannonball Adderly~ Part II

“…Of the January sun; and not to think

Of any misery in the sound of the wind,

In the sound of a few leaves,

 

Which is the sound of the land

Full of the same wind

That is blowing in the same bare place

 

For the listener, who listens in the snow,

And, nothing himself, beholds

Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.”~ Wallace Stevens, “The Snow Man” from The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens. Copyright © 1954

FRONT-detail2 Land of Me
FRONT-detail2 Land of Me

Wishing you a Fabulous New Year!  Especially during these trying times, the sounds from the fog of terrorism, cancer, and grief have placed us in the shadow of a Love So Supreme.  Someone asked me once, “What do you do when the holidays come?  Aren’t you lonely?  Well, since Mother’s Day 2003, I missed my mom because she was my “BFF”.  Now I realize that when I am caught in that fog I listen intently to see a small and gentle light that leads me to a peaceful feeling − a warm embrace holding me through my tears letting me know that I, by God’s Good Grace am Loved.  Resolutions elude me when I am awakening to every moment that life brings.  Grace and mercy flow within the same sound.  Leaving footprints in my heart navigating me through the thorns of pain, sorrow and despair knowing that there will always be a something or someone that screams  keep on keepin’ on till the veil of suffering is pierced by truth and compassion.  I have discovered that we are never alone…

Happy New Year to all of the blogs I follow and those that have graced my life by following me.  I appreciate each and every single one of U.  So on that sound, here is a poem by Richard Jackson entitled “Nothing But Trouble” written over 40 years ago sending you Season’s Greetings, take care. Most of Be Blessed, Joyous, and Prosper…Peace and Love Out!  JBC 😎

Nothing but Trouble
by Richard Jackson

So there was Alexander Graham Bell hanging around the back
of my mind. Some short circuit or another had confused him
with a barn owl, the barn owl with a dove, and the dove
with a blue heron. Just when you think nothing is there
it appears like an unseen planet you know only by the way
its sun wobbles. But why did he suddenly appear here
in the cavernous Basilica di San Francesco at Arezzo? Like us
with all the space between our atoms, or all that space between
planets, it is mostly nothing. At the far altar is the famous fresco
of Adam dying. Bell wanted to invent a machine to talk to
the dead. That’s why he seemed so blue. We could say he’s like
this or like that, but “like” really only tells more of what he is not.
Scientists tell us you can only see the real world by not looking
at it. When you look you change it. Is that why Terri’s picture
of the Moose came out blank? It seems like more trouble
to see things than to imagine them, so I’ll go on here. Five year old
Emily says there is a little world inside each flower. Some
Begonia petals are called Angel Wings. Her sister,
Anna, reads messages from her dead friend in vapor trails.
When we arrived at the town buried beneath the dam’s waters
there was nothing but what we could imagine, and that was enough.
It’s hard to call anything what it is. Ezekial ate God‘s scroll
to learn his words. Most of the wall frescoes here have been
painted over because it was too much trouble to keep them up.
Sometimes you can catch the faintest outline of one before
it dissolves like a cloud. There’s no secret that is secret.
The glowing clouds in each galaxy will soon broadcast
what laws have formed them. Terri says the bottoms
of cumulous clouds are flat because that’s the way children
draw them. The void doesn’t care what laws we have for it.
Sometimes she fingers through the abandoned lives left hanging
on the clothes rack at the second hand store. When you see them
fluttering in the rafters above the altar you could believe the soul
lives in the doves’ coo. The trouble is they are trying to get rid
of them. Nothing but trouble the Sexton mumbles over the rattle
of his key chain. My friend Amy says she avoids trouble by
becoming invisible. Sometimes we’re just a scale in need of a weight.
Trouble is when you think you are invisible and you are just trouble.
Meteors are invisible until the burn up in the atmosphere.
It’s what kills things that makes them visible. Levinas says
that we are involved in everyone’s death. That means the nameless
juvenile killed in the drive by on 36th street, and the girl gutted
for attending school in Afghanistan. Flocks of souls rise form
the desert like a mirage. The tongues of the silent sit like coffins.
They say nothing of the acid thrown in the girls’ faces, nothing
about what God might mean. They are no Ezekials. Nor are we.
But what was Alexander Bell supposed to mean in all this?
That the only worlds that endure are what we invent?
He wanted to build a clock for a time beyond our own.
Its beds are empty. Its rivers run dry. Oars with no boats.
One thing begins to cancel out another until nothing is left.
There are such abandoned places inside me, I don’t know.
Spinoza said the soul is just the body’s idea of itself.
He thought God was a precise but invisible clock.
This isn’t getting me anyplace. Maybe I should have
ignored Bell and started with the heron. I saw a perfect
white one fly over the Thai restaurant the other night.
There are too many ideas flickering here like those votive
candles trying to fill the hollow spaces of the church.
Some of them flicker then turn into invisible daylight stars.
In the beginning the universe was nothing but a quantum see saw.
In some Churches the candles are electric which takes us
back to Alexander Bell. I have to find a way for him to leave.
All of our light is borrowed from somewhere that’s
no longer where it was, the galaxies, the sun, our own
solar system all running away from each other
and leaving a kind of vacuum we’ll never fill.
No wonder the figures in our dreams always disguise
who they really are. There’s hardly anyone in this church
except the woman mourning at the side altar for her
dying husband. What do we call the space we leave behind?
Aeneas grasped the empty air he thought was his mother.
Is that why we feel a presence when there’s nothing there?
Leonardo’s lost Battle of Anghiari probably lies hidden
behind Vasari‘s great painting in the city hall of Florence.
Or it may not. X-Rays will tell us. But when you take away
anything there is still the space it occupied. It’s nothing.
No one except Goya knew how to show war’s real horrors
like his man impaled on a scrub oak tree, something
like what they’ve done in Bosnia. Or to Neda Agha Soltan
pictured shot and dying on a Tehran street by a cell phone
Bell once imagined as his visible speech machine.
If only we could be invisible to the shadows holding guns.
We never know how many beats are left in our hearts.
Still, if you do nothing you might as well be invisible.
Nothing lasts forever. The clocks are frowning. The soul
sounds hoarse. A farmer plows up a decades-old bomb.
There are baby stars being born in the empty space
of the universe. When they die they turn into diamonds.
No one knows why one of the stars in Orion is shrinking.
Most of what I’ve mentioned here came from text messages.
The tourists phones glow like tiny halos over their words.
We’ve begun to decipher radio waves from the big bang.
Is it true that we came from nothing? that those figures
in the backs of our minds are nothing but short circuits
or like the names worn off of old tombstones? like these
shattered frescoes searching for their originals? What
about you who I’ve kept hidden here all this time? Sometimes
we leave our feelings in the mirror for the next person
to put on. Our promises leave without closing the door.
They wander troubled among our dying neurons. That’s why
we can hear the heart’s despair in that little ringing in
our ears. Maybe the soul is a player piano we pretend to play.
In the altar fresco Moses is saying his last words to everyone
he’s loved. For a moment he seems to want to reach for
whatever last vision walks in shadow across his brain.
I can hear the Sexton starting to close the doors.
I think each of these sentences can fit into their own twitter.
How far have the light photons around us traveled?
The lines from here to there are all down. The man outside is
selling postcards from the Rapture. It doesn’t include me.
This used to be troubling but now its nothing.
Whatever Moses said rests like a refugee in his brain.
His trees seem to grasp the sky. His hope is scratching
new stories in the stained glass. The last tourists listen
to their guided earphones as if the static could tell them
what he was promised, but it’s nothing, nothing at all.

Symbol of Love
Symbol of Love

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A Taste 4 Jazz ~ EZ PZ Holidaze “Rawsome Vegan Lasagna Recipe” and 4 Somethin’ Sweet a Rawsome Red Velvet Beet Cake featuring This Christmas ~ featuring Patti Austin

Jazz Christmas Tree - Courtesy of dreamstime[dot]com
Jazz Christmas Tree – Courtesy of dreamstime[dot]com

Hey JazzFoodies Wake Up For This Holiday Season ~ Wellness in Mind~Body~Spirit is the Thing!  Most of you hip folks want it but figure it’s a hassle to make it a natural part of every day.   I know I did.  Mindfulness eating means choosing foods that balance nutrition suited for your unique body filled with enticing flavors to create an indulgent way to enjoy a healthy lifestyle.  Breast Cancer motivated me to listen to my body and to feel good and strong despite the limitations it has imposed in my life.  Nutritious sustainability is one of the secret habits of jazz living. It’s about coming up with mack dishes on a budget.  To wit:  Here is a super nutritious EZ PZ Rawsome Vegan Lasagna Recipe and finish off with a Rawsome Red Velvet Beet Cake.  Bon Apétit!  Peace & Out!  JBC 😎 & ❤

Hi beautiful! Thanks for watching 🙂 This lasagna is one of my favorite raw dishes. Even though it’s pretty quick and simple to make, I tend to save this for more special occasions, and I stick to more simple dishes day to day. It’s been over 2 months now that I’ve been 100% plant-based and I feel so so good! It’s seriously been life changing. Since I last filmed my update, I’ve started including potatoes in the evenings and I love how much energy they give me the next day. You can read more about this change here: “High Carb, Low Fat Lifestyle Success”:http://www.anniejaffrey.com/2014/05/h…

And the Piéce de résistance Red Velvet Beet Cake! (Raw Vegan)

Symbol of Love
Symbol of Love

© Copyright  2011-2016 by Jazzybeatchick/JazZenista/Jannat Marie. All Rights Reserved.

This material is and has been copyrighted.  Feel free to share it with others; it can be distributed via social media or pingbacks and added to websites; please do not change the content, and please provide credit by including the author’s name @ http://jazzybeatchick.com and your readers shall not be charged by you under any circumstance.