Posts Tagged ‘jazz’

Wednesday, December 9th, 2009

roger singer | the hurt song & other poems

Trio 3 | Oliver Lake, Reggie Workman, Andrew Cyrille | November 5, 2009 Outpost Performance Space, Albuquerque | Photos by Mark Weber
THE HURT SONG
The roots of the hurt song
snares the ankles of me, trapping me
in a tangle; the twisting binds me
tighter as the visions speak.
The arrows of my jazz strikes from
hotel room shadows; strange [...]

Thursday, November 19th, 2009

roger singer | 3 [jazz] poems

Art Pepper Quintet with Bob Magnusson, John Dentz and guest Lee Konitz at Donte’s North Hollywood 1982 | Photo: Mark Weber
NIGHT SPIRITS
It’s a shame
mornings gotta come up with
a bright bleaching, extinguishing the dark,
sending stars into hiding
and the moon to the other side of the earth.
An up sun provides the aroma of
breakfast, drowning out the flavor [...]

Monday, October 26th, 2009

roger singer | a line of strings & other poems

Rufus Reid 1979 | Photo: Mark Weber
A LINE OF STRINGS
A thickness of quiet pulled
the air into slow where it
begged to be filled.
A big muddy of thoughts spread
over the crowd, like the water
they were; wet collars, sweaty palms.
A low tide of moving hands
struck a line of strings,
releasing songs too heavy for corners,
to bright to hide.
The jazz [...]

Thursday, October 22nd, 2009

poetry & jazz | the south pasadena music conservatory

Poetry & Jazz
Monday October 26, 2oo9
8pm
First set: Michael Vlatkovich & William Roper, trombone & tuba duets
Second set: Mark Weber — poems | Michael Vlatkovich — trombone, music director, arranger/composer, conductor | Andrew Pask– clarinet | Tom McNalley — electric guitar | Vinny Golia — woodwinds | William Roper — tuba | Harry Scorzo — [...]

Monday, August 17th, 2009

roger singer | pulling at me | brass bound | his jazz

Art Pepper 1976 | Photo: Mark Weber
PULLING AT ME
A late night moon full of cheese
pushes my threads under
a canvas umbrella of jazz.
On a summer stage a sax with devil
winds fishes for souls like mine.
Weak on strength, strong with needs
I surrender at the gates where hot
is bunched tight like roses
competing with the red of your
lipstick.

John Gruntfest [...]