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Friday, October 5, 2012

THE JAZZ AGE


Dancing like two becomes three (dimensions)                
            Painting that SIN(g)s color                             
                             Writing:
*—If anyone thinks 
       that I amn't divine 
                He'll get no free drinks 
                when I'm making the wine 
                but have to drink water 
                and wish it were plain 
                that I make when the wine 
                becomes water again. 

               He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, running               
                forward to a brow of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his sides like 
               fins or wings of one about to rise in the air, and chanted: 

                — Goodbye, now, goodbye!                                         
                      Write down all I said                                         
                      And tell Tom, Dick and Harry                                         
                      I rose from the dead. 

                            What's bred in the bone
                            cannot fail me to fly                                          
                            And Olivet's breezy...                                          
                            Goodbye, now, goodbye! *                  
                     ..............................................................

                  Crazy, crazy great               
                  crazily met and yet wait                      
                  everything hovers like heat                                 
                  shimmers on the hot summer 
                  day (wish I could)
                  threshold of everything....                                                        
                  new, novel, novelty                                                            

                                     Critical genius          
                                     old bumping new 
                                     on against again
                                           wen|new                                         
                                    Catalogs of good (deemed mediocre)                                           
                                            bumped                                     
                                     up against those that never (review well)  
                                         {even now} 

                     ideas from dialogues in cafes
                     in ateliers, in upstairs rooms
                     manifest that which 
                                                     IS
                     but might never have been  
                                                     IF                                               

                                                     BUT -- bangety bang !
                      Will anything ever BE that NEW again.

                     How long had ideas brewed?   
                     Since the dawn of time...
                     Let's see...........at night                                       
                     Let's talk......long distance               
                                                      how, let's use that light thing
                                                      What'll work? 
                      For what...a fair, a carnival, a whore house,             
                                                         or                      
                                          A CITY ....  OF LIGHTS
                    Exposition.........we need lights...gas, then electric                                                                          

                    Ben Franklin could let go of the kite...
                    Ol' Ben be shocked, ol' Ben be shocked    
                    He'd be knocked, knocked,
                     knocked
 offa his feet
                     knockin' me out!          (Wow!)                                     

                    Edison was figuring things on a farm 
                    in Nova Scotia...................................
                                              "can you hear me now"                   
                    (Leads to something new)

                   Oh there were a million things already in place                   
                   farm machinery, assembly lines, automobiles, 
                   singer sewing
                   sewing  sewingandthey were... sewing, 
                   in Paris sewing,       Coco sewing          sewing fashions, 
                   crazy fashions, skin-tight fashions, sexy fashions,        
                   hair's a bobbing, skirts a risin', knees a knockin 

                                              "can you hear me now!"          
                                               (knockin' on heaven's door)

                   Crazy!                                         
                                  
                   Coco Chanel caught that crazy        
                   Chaplin, Chaplin singing silent 
                    trampin' crazy, trampin' crazy                
                    That crazy crazy was PICTURES
                           moving moving  PICTURES

                    TRAINS a choochooing into your seats...all  a-screaming  
                    Screaming and reading and reading not                              
                    just what happened, and who said what 
                          and got into someone else's                                                     |
                    well, business but into his ohmygoodness 

                    CRAZY thoughts (now that's a NOVEL) 
                    and it was all novel...what! an AMERICAN girl 
                    in a Paris book shop getting Joyce INto print   
                    Black people moving from the States to Paris                                                                                         
                    IT was all happening!       
                                 Clothes, ragtime - meeting dance, 

                                   **Pounded on the table,
                                   Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,
                                   Hard as they were able,
                                   Boom, boom, BOOM........the African rhythms
                                                                          the Carribean currents
                                   THEN I had religion, 
                                   THEN I had a vision.I could not turn 
                                    from their revel in derision **                          
                                    freeing  Josephine Baker and Isadora                                        
                                       (Scott Joplin dead but not forgotten)

                                    ...Then along that riverbank
                                       A thousand miles
                                       Tattooed cannibals danced in files;
                                       Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust song  **        

                Graceful melodies in tinkling syncopation
                played background to the highest glamour 
                the world will ever know,                          
                to the extreme inventions,                                
                to the wildest thoughts                                        
                to artists with new actions

                       ...in fact it felt like everything was NEW, crazy, COOL, and FOU!

                all the rage ...in every sentence crazy fun  fun  fun.....

                crazy fast   fast   fast

                crazy smart   smart   smart
                                          yet (don't forget it couldn't all be good)
                 Revolution..
                                  turning...
                                                 [revolution in the air in Russia]...
                 REVOLUTION...(back in the USSR)
                 Kill the Czar and steal those dazzling FabergĂ© eggs!                        
                  That's so inventive, so crazy, such a way to find                                
                                                a crazy 
                 revolving 
                                 worldwide rocknrollin' high!

    *   (James Joyce. Ulysses  
    ** (Vachel Lindsay, The Congo)
          Exact quotes from both - The Congo rhythms and allusions used as
          example of jazz roots.

                             © Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved




Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Dans Le Jardin


My photos from Les Jardins du Luxembourg - Paris - 2009

Nearing twilight
by the balustrade
I behold the gravel path below
carved crystal cylinders sing
carnations and chrysanthemums
crimson hues cry gold-
en leaves from trees.

Fountains spray rain-
bows on violets and jasmine
a cockatiel squeals
trilling a procession of marble queens
royalty attired not so fine as peacocks'
plumage nor so much as sparkling jewels.

I see you in the shadow of the maze
you're not alone and although I can't see
her, your body croons so much
beseeching her with madrigal feats.

Our little girl in a golden swing winds
wide and wider circles with her feet
while she warbles words of a king named
Kubla Khan with silver notes swayed sweet.

In Xanadu did he betray a wife's rhapsody
And fall for the romance of a courtesan's
lay?

(c) Gay Reiser Cannon * 2011 * All Rights Reserved

My photos from Les Jardins du Luxembourg - Paris - 2009


Dans Le Jardin by beachanny