Monday, September 24, 2007

Happy Birthday John Coltrane


Poem by Justin Desmangles

John Coltrane (September 23, 1926July 17, 1967)

He looks past and sees the future,
the great arc of being, a panorama of sound.

He closes fingers over wounds,
traces the scar beneath the Atlantic.

He brings changes, changing
hate to love. Suffering into wisdom

Caresses cares to be.

He cries the joy of exalted fire breathing,
burns time into eternity.

He steps, far moving beyond moving.
Dances a silent music, pulsing. Moves again.

Access to the axis. Circles circles center sound.
Eccentric beam, no barrier.

Some sun to come, this son who came.

John Coltrane!

Friday, September 21, 2007

Papa Was A Rolling Beatle


Papa Was A Rolling Beatle by Don Brennan
(Inspired by Stephen Kopel)

let us wrap these things
in secrets long held
under water

thought they'd drown by now
but look, they surface

bob about for a time, jetsam
it would seem, or is that flotsam
afloat, resurrecting...

TED! resurrec-TED!
NOT

“TING!”

we are now free to move about the country

allow us to introduce our selves
mickjohnkeithringo
the snow white dwarves
dancing around THE TEMPTATIONS

all we are s-a-a-a-y-ing
is give hallie burton a chance
to recycle some horrors
of america’s past

so pleased to gift wrap,
don’t you see?
take, eat, think of me

we offer this heart, body
and a bloody fookin’ melody

oh, sorry, we're not Muslim,
are we? some are? well, how about
three-fifths of a muslimperson
coo-ull-e-nuff for a free country?

all we are s-a-a-a-y-ing
is we can get by
with a little help
from ruling class friends

greed is all we need
greed is all we need
get back, Loretta
YEAH YEAH YEAH

don’t you know
MY NAME?
YOURNAME?
OURNAME?

so let us soak this further
in secrets long held nay-kid
or is that nekkid?
hooded
under wraps
under taps
DRIPS…DROPS…DRIP BY
DROP that camcorder fool!

until the boys sing

three-fifths of three hundred forty or fifty
thousand some odd nekkid muslim folks
dead under a hooded sky

a few still singing to a half-dozen
good old Carolina-California boys and a coupl’a gals
‘cuz them’s muslims you know an’ it really piss’em off

camouflaged a’ course, the white boys
snickerin’
snorting’

remember the good old
days, DUBYA? Snikerin’ and
Snortin’? yeah yeah yeah

until the boys sing
USA GITMO ABU GRAIB
to the tune of
AL QUAIDA BY THE BAY
“in ainglush godammit
‘til they get it right”

until then
let there never again
be no Martin Luther King nor British Invasion nor San Francisco Rennaisance nor –TED nor -TING!

we shall now be free to move
about the country

but we shall not be moved
by no TEMPTATIONS
off the res-erection

allow me to introduce
myself

BAGHDAD

bombed like totally, dude
like DUDE!!
shock and fucking awesome

we didn't even know LIKE
you know? her name!!!
so we're like

"bomb the mother fucker!!”
like yesterday
today
and tomorrow too

yeah-yeah-yeah
woo-woo

allow us please to introduce ourselves

georgewbush floating across the floor in the
all we need is loving arms of dick chaney
to the tune of, “His kid is gay you know what they say…”

yeah yeah yeah woo woo.