Friday, June 19, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
INCIPIENCE
“INCIPIENCE”
(Poetic tribute to Miles Davis’ and
John Coltrane’s “So What”)
5/19/09
By Larry D. Coleman, Esq.
Doom-da-doom-da-doom. Doom. Duh-dup. Doom-da-doom-da-doom. Duh-Doom. Boop pah doo-dup!
Sensate sound. Slipping, slithering, sliding: silently, by osmosis, into my soul.
On a faint fetal frequency both heard and felt.
“So what?” Asks Miles. “So what?” Asks Trane.
One trump. One sax. One oscillation.
Vibrating against the backdrop of an inert microwave cosmology. Jam. Jah-Jam. Jam. Jah-Jam. Jam. Jah-Jam. Beep-Bop.
Horn blowers are heralds, you know. Blow, blow, blow. Blow by blow!
A searing sound of the trumpet. Roiling rhythms from a ram’s horn.
Mending, restoring, reviving. Healing. It’s medicinal.
Parallel scales and alternative octaves from somewhere beyond, heralding and harkening a new day, a new relationship, a new syncretism. Work.
Transformative wails . Duh-dup. Duh-dup. Faith comes by hearing, by hearing, by hearing. Ushers all. Ushers, y’all.
Ushering modalities never heard, possibilities never felt. Exemplifying infinity’s accessibility. Cool. Quintessentially cool. Insouciant. Near absolute zero in deep space orbiting redolent substrates of consciousness. Lord help!
Duh-dup. Duh-dup. Down easy. Off key, but in key. Off tune, but in tune. Off scale, but in scale. Yet, always on time. Duh-dup. Duh-dup.
Discordant yet harmonic. Passing the baton. Trump t o Sax. Sax to Trump. And back again. Conjuring. And driving rhythms, like driving rains, cleaning. Chump-to-chump.
Lessons. Lessons learned long after the teacher is gone. Duh-Dup. Duh-Dup. Duh-Dup. Holler if you hear me!
A legacy of love for us to untangle, decipher, interpret and share, when we become. When we graduate. Crystallize. Incipience made perfect.
Doom-da-doom-da-doom. Doom. Duh-dup. Doom-da-doom-da-doom. Duh-Doom. Duh-Doom-doom-doom!
#30
(Poetic tribute to Miles Davis’ and
John Coltrane’s “So What”)
5/19/09
By Larry D. Coleman, Esq.
http://www.jazzonthetube.com/page/5.html
Doom-da-doom-da-doom. Doom. Duh-dup. Doom-da-doom-da-doom. Duh-Doom. Boop pah doo-dup!
Sensate sound. Slipping, slithering, sliding: silently, by osmosis, into my soul.
On a faint fetal frequency both heard and felt.
“So what?” Asks Miles. “So what?” Asks Trane.
One trump. One sax. One oscillation.
Vibrating against the backdrop of an inert microwave cosmology. Jam. Jah-Jam. Jam. Jah-Jam. Jam. Jah-Jam. Beep-Bop.
Horn blowers are heralds, you know. Blow, blow, blow. Blow by blow!
A searing sound of the trumpet. Roiling rhythms from a ram’s horn.
Mending, restoring, reviving. Healing. It’s medicinal.
Parallel scales and alternative octaves from somewhere beyond, heralding and harkening a new day, a new relationship, a new syncretism. Work.
Transformative wails . Duh-dup. Duh-dup. Faith comes by hearing, by hearing, by hearing. Ushers all. Ushers, y’all.
Ushering modalities never heard, possibilities never felt. Exemplifying infinity’s accessibility. Cool. Quintessentially cool. Insouciant. Near absolute zero in deep space orbiting redolent substrates of consciousness. Lord help!
Duh-dup. Duh-dup. Down easy. Off key, but in key. Off tune, but in tune. Off scale, but in scale. Yet, always on time. Duh-dup. Duh-dup.
Discordant yet harmonic. Passing the baton. Trump t o Sax. Sax to Trump. And back again. Conjuring. And driving rhythms, like driving rains, cleaning. Chump-to-chump.
Lessons. Lessons learned long after the teacher is gone. Duh-Dup. Duh-Dup. Duh-Dup. Holler if you hear me!
A legacy of love for us to untangle, decipher, interpret and share, when we become. When we graduate. Crystallize. Incipience made perfect.
Doom-da-doom-da-doom. Doom. Duh-dup. Doom-da-doom-da-doom. Duh-Doom. Duh-Doom-doom-doom!
#30
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Call to Worship
I was glad when they said unto me "Let us go into the house of the Lord."
Our feet shall stand within thy gates, Oh Jerusalem.
For a day in thy court is better than a thousand. I'd rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
For the sake of the house of the Lord our God, I will seek thy good.
They that are planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish in the courts of our God.
Oh Lord I love thy habitation, the place where thy honor dwelleth.
For the Lord is in his holy temple let all the earth keep silence before him.
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy sight, Oh Lord, my strength and my redeemer.
O sing a new song unto the Lord for he has done marvelous things, make a joyful noise unto the Lord, and all the earth sing his praises.
Our feet shall stand within thy gates, Oh Jerusalem.
For a day in thy court is better than a thousand. I'd rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
For the sake of the house of the Lord our God, I will seek thy good.
They that are planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish in the courts of our God.
Oh Lord I love thy habitation, the place where thy honor dwelleth.
For the Lord is in his holy temple let all the earth keep silence before him.
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy sight, Oh Lord, my strength and my redeemer.
O sing a new song unto the Lord for he has done marvelous things, make a joyful noise unto the Lord, and all the earth sing his praises.
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