Leroi Jones Young Spirit House Movers and Players

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Diatomaceous Earth band practice

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Diatomaceous Earth band practice

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Diatomaceous Earth band practice

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Diatomaceous Earth band practice

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Artie Shaw

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Don Pullen is a giant

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We wonder if Don Pullen would get more respect as a major innovator –  both as a player and composer – if he had a cooler name.  Same goes for George Adams, who is a monster on sax.  Earth Beams is an outstanding album.  So is Sixth Sense.


September 1st, 2012 § Comments Off § permalink

More Jazz Poem

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Yes!  Ed just caught two fish

In his first three casts

And Dave just caught one

And I want to too

I wanted to write you five days of haiku

But that isn’t enough words

To describe everything

All of the flowers


At the very beginning

It was raining and cold windy icy cold rain

The weather oh the weather

I yelled into the wind because it felt great

Then I was really cold

My body hurt in some places

A lot sometimes

The pain there the old pain

The new pain


It’s a pretty lake

Earlier in the day we did something

That I don’t want to talk about

But it involved trash

It made me think

About our daughter

And how she picks up trash

Or tells me to pick up trash


These stars are amazing

The penny blue daisy

That Milky Way


And lupine, which was the first

Flower I knew with indian paintbrush

Besides dandelions and buttercups

And pussywillows


I’m thinking of humans

As parasites living on a host

That is bound for space dust


Ashes to ashes dust to dust

But are all we parasites

Different types

Some have more kids


Than others and some less

But we’re eating and spreading so

For our own selfish purposes

We should absolutely try to preserve

What we are part of here

Because for us

It’s amazing

And that’s why we ultimately

Consume it


And then we’re trying to

Outrace it and kind of outracing it

By developing new technology

To live forever and discover

How to move to other planets

And outrun it

Then we are jumping to another host and then another

And ultimately the whole universe turns

To dust

But then we have discovered how

To go to the next dimension

And it goes on


I thought about that and for the first time

I was cool and even excited

For our daughter and her children and theirs

To be a part of that


My God these flowers are beautiful

I love the green parts

The green and grey

The greenish grey

Wildflower greens

Before the purples and yellows and white cream



Big big rocks

Oh my love the wildflowers

Follow the water

Follow the love

Follow the water

Follow the lovewater

Swim in the lovewater

Lay in the sun


Thanks bro, thanks man

Hawk it up, hawkman

Pipe it up, sandpiper girl

This the ballad of the hot chick from Mi-Wok Village

Baby, I give you everything else


Baby, I love fire

And marshmallows

Roasted on an open fire

Under the stars in an open sky


There’s a cute grey chipmunk running around

From rock to rock

Popping around with his tail in the air

The fish are jumping just

A little beyond those casts

And then when it gets there

They don’t bother to go for it

He eathes one?

Is that right?

He catches one

I’m goosegg

With three flies somewhere in a tree




If I use proper body mechanics

Let the leg bend

There isn’t any pain

It actually feels good

My whole body feels good

Why is it that man is

So ultramigratory

In the wild?

Scratch that he isn’t

Some are

But a lot are only regular migratory

And know one place well


Hydrate communally

Hydrate yourself


Slow down

If I walk slowly

I eat clean air and not the dust in front of me

What if we figured out a way

To mate man and dolphin

Is that the next evolutionary step species?


No probably not

And Avatar too

But it would be fun


There’s a very pretty stream

With a grassy island

And a cascade

I’m moving in nature right now and it feels so good

These Indian paintbrush

They are insanely beautiful


Yet another different kind of new


There’s a gateway to a higher plateau

Do I speak with it?


Lake Helen acoustic rave

With LEDs

Whatever you need to get yourself

Into an ecstatic state

Key success factors

Hot chicks





To Helen

Expand the guest list

They will understand

That this is going to be a deep connection

To a place and a people

Full moon

Granite slab for the feast

Leave it open

Be prepared with options

Be open to anything



The wind is blowing

The mosquitos are in the air

The wind is blowing

The sliver moon

The stars


I’m lying inside a cage

Watching mosquitos

Stick and weave for blood

Is that sound really just their wings flapping?


Back to Helen at the end of our rubber band

She’s big in a big place

Everywhere on her flanks are feeders

Soft dirt and grasses, flowers

Fat marmots

Her eastern flank climbs to the end

The chiefs and shamans sat on that green and rock spot

Overlooking a lot of it but not all of it

There are a number of other plateaus

The river winds and tumbles through the center

To Helen


Roland’s scene

Is on a narrow rocky flat under the snow

There’s lots of water moving underneath

He thinks he’ll have a boom box

Did the whole tribe come up here in summer

To hunt and party

To live?

Or was it just some?

I’m seeing for the first time

A tiny five-petaled white flower

With purple pollen balls in each petal and more

In the center

I keep thinking vetch?

We’ve seen this one together


Dave feels he pulls a little more

Than his weight on these trips

I’m not sure I agree

There’s a white airplane cutting

Across blue sky

With green tree tops looking up

From the ground

The wind is blowing



We need two boats for fishing

Love and all the other stuff



I’m carrying this shoe with me

Down from above Helen

Because yes it is a pain in the ass

But it’s the right thing to do

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust bullshit

This is the right thing to do

Everybody now breathe


There spiderman with the huge thighs

Just behind the couple of yoyos


No word from the spider

Follow the water

Peeing here feels really good

Fucking A WOW!

Beautiful cliffs

The chasm!



Moving backwards

Following forwards




Is your party the cook call?

The waterfall


I feel great

Purple flutes and corn

What was that sound?

The wind

The beginning of a river

The beginning of life

I am good and bad

More good


May this river grant us good fortune

And good health

As our Native American forefathers

The great Piutes of Upper Piute Meadows

Each man has his own way


Oh dusty road

Oh dust


The shoe

My love

Everything is freedom

What do you think about?

Do you speak language

In your thoughts

To yourself?

It’s all good


I love you

This is me

And you

The beginning of life




Oh mighty river

The whistle

There’s a gecko pointing

His head right at our pass

The jaguar smiling

A tree


In the sun

Electric fuchsia hot chocolate

Flowing in the center of a domed horizon

Into my mouth

All systems go

The stars

The stars!!