by Lauren Hynde
... such a vivid experience in this piece, and on multiple levels. One can feel the utter sense of aloneness, and yet singularity. My favourite:
"Time is a mourning solitude in long drawled out intermissions"
While the whole poem creates an atmosphere reflecting back to the title, these are the words that strike a chord in me. ;)
What's not to like? (And Anon, you silly troll, it's called illustrated poetry--some things speak more than one way, yknow?).
The illustration and the poem are so complimentary--you've worked the slow bluesy magic of Miles's music into both the look of the illustration and sound of the words. And, well, it's jazz isn't it. :D
The flick and the poem marry together well. There is
something cold about the colors that really works. The
words ain't bad either.
perhaps the green too, a look at Davis' bluesy side, before Sketches of Spain and long before fusion there was blue. "So What" he said... yeah you got it, right here in blue and green... and blues.
jim : )
I put your "hear my name" on my desktop. Now this one. It's mesmerizing.
I don't know the music you write about... but the way you write about it somehow makes me feel it. I followed the link from your sig line because I liked the title. It's lovely. The colours are just beautiful. :)
Jazzbo-s of the world rejoice ~ a poem about one of our own. The ever great Miles Davis yesterday ~ today ~ and forever. As an old time Jazzbo I can dig this ~ the most! What a lovely melacholy illustration. So appropriate and so fitting.
Stepping a bit on Angie's turf {just kidding}; well done piece with the feel of the blues permeating.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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I have read a number of your poems, but this one is my favorite. You have a wonderful style, and you're a true talent.
only the savants can translate and transpond for the the masses, TK U MLJ LV NV