Yesterday JB and I had a wonderful lunch at a great malaysian restaurant...one of my favorite haunts. We sat for well over an hour having deep and thoughful Grown Women conversations. Then off to the theatre to see Anna Deavere Smith's newest play "Let Me Down Easy" Now if you have never seen Ms. Smith then you have missed something fine. She is a national treasure.
In keeping with It's Always Jazz Sunday, here is a poem for a great Jazz artist.
George Barlow
MINGUS SPEAKS: FOUND POEMS
1.
the soloists
at Birdland
Had to wait for
Parker's next record
to find out
what to play
what
will they do now
2.
hey dig
Bird ain't dead
he's hiding out
somewhere
and he'll be back
with some new shit
that will scare everyone to death
for bird
Happy Birthday #54 to ME!
9 months ago
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i love this poem! it is so smooth, just as i imagine Bird was. magic. makes me want to write a found poem, which is ironic because on Friday, my creative writing students wrote Found Poems to wrap up the semester.
lovely
Yes, it is smooth. I love poems about Jazz artists because you can almost hear the riffs in the background.
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