- Non-Erotic Poetry
- "Ruby My Dear" Take 3
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Click hereMonk tries the keys
one by one from
the big bunch
on his fingers,
each one jangling with
possibilities:
what if I went there?
It started so simple but
the trying is what is
torture and fun because
there are so many chords
between those written.
- COMMENTS
Esperanza_Hidalgoabout 13 years agowhite space for your mind to fill in, so I think it needs nothing else. Enjoyment of minimalist with just enough stuff assists--IMHO. I also needed Angeline's comment to understand, but disagree that more is needed.
twelveooneabout 13 years agomidway between the two previous commentators, I understood and liked the last three lines.
100
UnderYourSpellabout 13 years agoUntil I read Angeline's comment I had no idea what this was about, which is a shame because understanding made all the difference to my enjoyment
Angelineabout 13 years agohow he was swinging before he even hit a key. I think folks who aren't into music, and jazz especially, don't recognize that space is as much a part of the music as sound is. That is a great thing to convey in a poem about jazz, imo, and Monk is one of the best examples of one who employs that brilliantly.
I might like to see more that would personalize Monk as Monk for me though: the sunglasses and hats that are at odds with the neat suit, and that wacky dancing he'd do at the oddest intervals where his steps are always slightly off the beat. xo :-)
PS If you've never seen the short film A Great Day in Harlem, you should check it out. There's some interesting (and funny) stuff about Monk in it.
