Month: August 2012

Dreaming Tiger Poem by Dandelion De La Rue

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Dreaming Dream Tiger

The dreaming tiger
clung to me
his paws around my neck
his head, his silky head
upon my shoulder
eyes closed
cat smile,
weightless in his dreaming body
but warm, so warm.
I gently stroked his head.

He likes you
said the voice
the mystery voice
that comes to me sometimes
and I was glad.
I liked the tiger
too.

I rode the tiger
in my weightless dreaming body
and with him
nonchalantly strolled
as only cats can stroll
through magic forests
never looking down
or to the side
but only straight ahead.
We walk with
confidence
and strength.

John Coltrane – On Green Dolphin Street (Germany 1960)

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMBDYxL_2wc&feature=player_embedded#!

A little something for my friends from John Coltrane and his friends.
What is it about this Green Dolphin Place? I guess we have to find out more about it. Again we go there and find Coltrane and more greats. Ah time travel. Who would have ever thought it was possible!
I have presented other old videos from the Green Dolphin circa 1960 with greats like Marian McPartland, John Coltrane. There was someone there to catch this and save it for us. One wonders who that was and how these films exist. There is someone in the back of this room behind the camera and equipment that I admire. Thank you unknown engineer. Thank you. And you out there, the next time you cross a bridge, thank the engineer. We are listening to landmark performances a good engineer recorded and no one wrote his name down. Same with the bridge.

John Coltrane – Tenor Sax
Wynton Kelly – Piano
Paul Chambers – Bass
Jimmy Cobb – Drums

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWwYRjXXfLw&feature=player_embedded

Birds poem by Wayne Jackson

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Wayne Jackson was an ironworker. As a young man he fell 26 feet and broke many bones.

After hurting in all the broken places
And after writing three poems of madness
And after the sun has gone down
Low enough to come in the southern window
And warm me
And after the birds have settled in the yard,
Have fed and flown
But have brought no peace,
I take the pen hand
And rub the scarred parts of the other hand
Absentmindedly
I too
Wish to feed and fly
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