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August 1, 2009 at 4:47 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 13 CommentsTags: extempore, jazz poetry, poetry, writing
keith jarrett realising it
was the wrong piano
twenty minutes to go plays
the Koln Concert
perhaps the piano was right
pats his jacket pocket
an end to romance
just his Yakuza hands realising
absynthe again
one wedgetailed eagle
dividing the sun
(This poem appeared in Extempore Magazine, Issue #3)
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Pingback by Why humans like to read poetry « gingatao— August 1, 2009 #
For some reason, beyond articulation, reading that was sad as hell.
Comment by valbrussell— August 1, 2009 #
there are so many culturally (past and present) allusions in such a short piece. Just awesome!
Comment by jessiecarty— August 2, 2009 #
I can imagine the piano can be wrong just the same as my pen can be wrong.
Comment by poeticgrin— August 2, 2009 #
I don’t think the piano was right – it just didn’t seem to matter. This poem could be perceived as being very dark (are the other nine fingers in mourning at their loss) or darkness and light.
Comment by Gabrielle Bryden— August 2, 2009 #
Sometimes when things feel wrong, we can try to make them feel right…sometimes on those wonderfully rare occasions we can actually succeed in making the wrong into a right.
Your words are as always interesting, thoughtful and leave me asking more questions than when I first arrived… just wonderful!
Comment by Tracey— August 2, 2009 #
Very interesting image, the one about jarret realizing about the wrong instrument withing 20 minutes of the concert start. As obsesive as he probably is, I can imagine his anxiety. I wonder how many pills did he take to be able to play in his concert. By the way very nice sounding poem paul
Comment by mariana— August 2, 2009 #
OOh, what a beauty! Wanders around the stage like a vague, night-in-day-day-is-night musician, tinkles around with words.
xxxJen
Comment by Jen Jewel Brown— August 3, 2009 #
Very strange business to put oneself inside the head of a musician playing a pivotal concert. Wonderful. I will hear the concert differently next time wondering about this.
Comment by Aletha— August 3, 2009 #
instantaneous thought “…rock on..” doesnt appear as a suffering tune… having a weakness for the black and white feel of the keys an experience outside one’s comfort zone often creates a world that previous did not exist… ah the skills of the master’s hand… the eagle flys higher than most… another thought provoking vision… halfed twice…
Comment by pieceofpie— August 4, 2009 #
Is this from the 3:15 experiment? If so, you should post a link on the facebook site. 🙂 it certainly sounds like the imaginings of a hypnagogic state.
Comment by openchannel— August 5, 2009 #
This is way too well thought out to be a hypnagogic or hypnopompic state.
Comment by Gabrielle Bryden— August 7, 2009 #
“Yakuza hands”= brilliant phrase.
Comment by Paul M. Peterson— August 12, 2009 #