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Spiritual
05:53
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2. |
Consequences
03:12
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3. |
Blues To You
08:16
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Humphf
02:22
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#2
"humphf"
for big red
they say monk
couldn't play the music. they say,
monk, he limited
by his own vision
& just can't play right. monk,
he too weird. his music
don't sound right, and he gets up
& dances
while he's playing,
like a jackleg preacher
at a revival meeting
in an old tent in north carolina.
they say monk sound too much
like a whorehouse piano player
from some pre-harlem ghett o
stuffed with back-woods renegades
& sporting women & gamblers,
street-level intellectuals. they say
monk, what is that shit
you trying to play, you just can't
do it that way,
you too way out baby,
that stuff ain't you. & monk
in his infinite knowledge
& wisdom, shoots a grin
from behind the piano,
wiggles his ass on the stool,
lays down another few bars
of utter genius,
turns it over to the tenor player
& rises to dance beside the piano,
some more of that old north carolina boogaloo
—oak park, mi
may 30, 1984
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5. |
Monk In Orbit
02:35
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6. |
Friday The 13th
04:48
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7. |
Rhythm A Ning
09:27
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8. |
Ruby My Dear
08:19
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#6
"ruby, my dear"
for estelle
a red candle
burning in a red
glass on a red tablecloth
in a dark corner
of a darkened nightclub,
a cigarette
burning in a red
plastic ashtray, a chesterfield
king
with lipstick red
on the end
& the smoke
from the cigarette in her eyes,
her hair is black satin
against skin of chocolate brown
or golden cream, or any of the million
gorgeous hues of american women
of african descent, purest black
to highest yellow
& every imaginable shade
in between, this is a song
to the woman in the red dress,
erzulie, or ruby
my dear
as monk would have her
pinned against the keyboard,
lush in the hips & thighs,
lush of lips & breasts,
the most beautiful ass
in the history of western civilization,
turned out over the top
of the thighs, out
to the western edge of africa
& back to the states again
to meet the small of her back,
the smell of jasmine & musk
rising from her flesh
in the closeness & warmth
of the tiny room, her eyes
so impossibly soulful
trained on the bandstand,
the band is bird,
monk on piano,
mingus & shadow wilson
at 3:00 am sunday morning,
a bottle of champagne
half drunk on the table,
the music is soft & sweet
yet as deep with intelligence
& spirit as the woman herself—
"ruby, my dear"
filling her big heart with song
—detroit
january 12 , 1985
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9. |
Nutty
07:26
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#58
“nutty”
for david & hali & brad hales
at 3:00 o’clock in the morning
on mardi gras night
in detroit
some nutty motherfucker
in room 412
of the forest arms apartments
at 2nd & forest
set his room on fire
& burned himself up
& all the worldly possessions
of his fellow tenants
who would now have to start their lives all over
while he would go on to his grave
& take their building
down with him, this commodious home
to countless 1000s of students
& artists & bohemians
on their way into
or out of the motor city
since the building was erected
in 1904, generation
after generation of young detroiters
filled every apartment
with energy & life & art
like the 100 current residents
who were turned out by the fire
& the poet himself
as a young man
fresh out of flint, michigan
in the spring of 1964
rented the basement apartment,
#b-2, on the other side
of the forest arms
from where the amsterdam espresso
& people’s record shop would be
some 40 years later
& where I met my first wife
when she lived next door
in the building
on the corner of prentis—this place
where i learned how to write
& lived with allen van newkirk,
poet & prophet
of paleo-cybernetics
& then with charles moore,
cornetist & philosopher
who taught me how to live
the way i have lived
for all the years since,
exactly as I wanted to
& in exact conformance
with the system of beliefs
that came into being
in that basement apartment
at the forest arms, & continues
into the present moment—this life
which began for me
when i met lyman woodard
in the student union
at flint junior college in 1961—this life
of the mind & spirit
rooted in humanism
& love of art, & manifested
in creative production
& social engagement, like trane said
“to be a force for good”
& make an impact
on the world at large
with no promise of recompense
or material reward
beyond the joy of creation
& the thrills of connectivity,
the deep friendships formed
with fellow seekers
of many persuasions
who follow the same path,
sharing our visions
& our love for each other,
our humble possessions
& our commitment to personal freedom
& social liberation, living & working
outside
the clenched domain
of the white people, & open
to experience
without prejudice, & to people
of every sort of origin
who have transcended the circumstances
we were born into
& transformed ourselves
in accordance with our beliefs
to live the life we love
& make a world
for ourselves
that can hold & carry us
through the certain ugliness ahead—
after the forest arms has burnt up
& amsterdam espresso has been ruined
& all of brad hales’ 1000s of lps destroyed
& the building abandoned
& all the things we used to love
about our country
disfigured by greed
& turned against us—this life
we have made
out of love & resistance, this life
which exists
in our hearts & minds
wherever we may be, this life
which is shared
with our brothers & sisters
wherever we may find them, this life
we carry with us
wherever we go—ahhh, this
is the life, dear friends,
this is the life for me
—service street,
detroit
april 9-16, 2008
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John Sinclair Detroit, Michigan
"Sinclair is an iconic figure of ‘60s counterculture, famous for, among other things, having co-founded the anti-racist
White Panther Party"
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