[Dixielandjazz] Jazz Poetry I have shared before

[Don Ingle]

But then violinists are poets at heart!
Don Ingle
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From: "Thompson" <rebecca.e.thompson at verizon.net>
To: "DJML" <dixielandjazz at ml.islandnet.com>
Sent: Sunday, January 04, 2004 10:24 AM
Subject: [Dixielandjazz] Jazz Poetry I have shared before


> Another poem ... perhaps my favorite and one I think of most often.
> 
>  Live Jazz
> 
> Somewhere in the silent ether,
> Orphaned by the ear,
> Floats every note was ever played
> That we no longer hear.
> 
> The iceberg tip of tape and disc
> We resurrect at will
> Is but one note in millions
> Drowned and ever still.
> 
> True--the ink the quill and paper
> Genius put to use
> Still comes alive in concert halls
> In reverence--or abuse.
> 
> For every Monk or Coltrane chorus
> Ever put to tape
> Are millions, more profound by far,
> That made their sad escape.
> 
> But what of every masterpiece
> That died while being born,
> Through smoke and booze in gin mills
> >From piano and from horn?
> 
> Those instant creativities,
> Confetti-ed in the air--
> Lost to all the world, save for the
> Few who heard them there.
> 
> 
> -- Johnny Frigo
> 
> 
> 
> Rebecca Thompson
> Flower Mound, Texas
> 
> 
> 
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