When reading this whole thing, listen to Sidney Bechet play his Blue Horizon in order to best understand the tempo for reading. Nod to Somiah. I fell in love with my wife at first sight to this song.
This one goes down easy, Wes, and Bechet on the black wood is just right for sauntering. Lots of detail, too, which means you're doing one of the most important things a poet can do: Seeing.
I'm going to carry this along with me while I'm out sauntering.
“Even the cat on my left cannot be moved into stalking that crumb snatching sparrow. So much effort in the late afternoon heat and for what, a small mouthful of feathers?” this bit really stood out to me for whatever reason.
Had you heard it before? Lento, largo, adagio- I do love a song with a strong beat, slow or fast. This is about opposite from "Sing, Sing, Sing". Thanks for reading. I really do love hamming it up to the max in a comic poem.
Sidney Bechet was marvelous!
He really was. The tempo of that song is remarkable. Takes so much skill and effort to create something with a pace like that.
Thanks for the walk through town. Lovely.
thanks Patris
My earlier comment is woefully inadequate to the level of this poem Wes. I must have been sleepwalking myself.
This is so perfectly paced and the images and words perfectly done. It evokes so much of a day in a life, awake and aware. Better than Ulysses.
And a lot shorter, mercifully. Thanks Patris
This one goes down easy, Wes, and Bechet on the black wood is just right for sauntering. Lots of detail, too, which means you're doing one of the most important things a poet can do: Seeing.
I'm going to carry this along with me while I'm out sauntering.
Thanks Paul. It is a difficult thing to do, this seeing and just seeing.
True, Wes, but many can just saunter along and never really see a thing, let alone turn it into poetry.
I love this. It like a base, a foundation that provides for the stability of emotion. Thank you for sharing.
thanks Stan, I thought you might like it.
“Even the cat on my left cannot be moved into stalking that crumb snatching sparrow. So much effort in the late afternoon heat and for what, a small mouthful of feathers?” this bit really stood out to me for whatever reason.
you were probably a cat in a previous life, or a sparrow.
Definitely a cat or lioness because I’m a Leo!
and so there is some affinity to that line. Interesting how these things tickle us.
I enjoy reading your lush perspectives! Blue Horizon has such a vibe as well!
Had you heard it before? Lento, largo, adagio- I do love a song with a strong beat, slow or fast. This is about opposite from "Sing, Sing, Sing". Thanks for reading. I really do love hamming it up to the max in a comic poem.
I don’t think I have! But I do listen to Miles Davis and John Coltrane!
Bechet was my mother's favorite but she loved all the Dixieland music. Her all time favorite group was The Preservation Hall Jazz Band
Nice! I’ll check them out.