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  • Stephen Braunginn wrote on March 10, 2010 report

    Fluid movement like a river singing the praises of jazz musicians past who influenced today's greatness seekers is what this poetry says to me. Drawing in, exhaling out the spirituality of music once called avant-garde, now considered great and excused from those who never knew the music anyway; these poems strike out at these very people, many of whom wrote the worst and most obnoxious liner notes as if they were Dolphy's, Jones's or Trane's best friends. This is all about the feeling of jazz. Nothing more, nothing less.

  • Stephen Braunginn wrote on March 10, 2010 report

    The above can be construed as a poem in prose. I, too, am a poet. I, too, give praises to those who made jazz an art form, to be danced to and with your feet, your mind, snapping your fingers to the beats of Elvin, Tony Williams, Denardo Coleman, Art Blakey. Jazz is...