FOR THE BROTHAS: AN INTRODUCTION

It must have been about 20 years ago when I first began thinking about creating a "Cultural Salon" as a reaction to the mundane social circles In Washington D.C. The richness of intellectual and artistic interchange had died, college friends had moved, the internet had not yet become the phenomenon it now is... I romanticised about the Salons of the mid to late 1800's in Paris, London and Berlin and the cultural dynamo of the Harlem Rennaisance. I was fortunate enough to meet a gentleman, an artist who lived and traveled with James Baldwin... Jimmy he affectionately called him, and he spoke often of their small cottage in southern France and of the many Artists, Poets and Luminaries that dropped in to chat and relax. Well, the impressionists, cubists, modernists, etc. all hung out together famously in those days and shared their ideas with one another creating a creative greenhouse in a world that was rapidly changing. I longed to have lived in those times, to have met Cassat, Rodin, Ellington, Fitzgerald, Baker, Balwin, well I did finally meet Baldwin and others purely for the joy of intellection upon the arts. This was in the late 1980's and by the mid 2000's I happened to run into a friend of mine from Hampton University who had been living in New York since he graduated in the early 90s. Well, I was surprised to hear him comment that in all of the wonder that is New York he never met anyone who ever really had anything interesting to say about art, literature, architecture, science, fashion or anything... I was so surprised to hear this since it had also been my experience. Well here I am in 2011 attempting the Virtual Salon...

Monday, March 21, 2011

HORISCOPE OF A BLUESMAN...

HORISOCPE OF A BLUESMAN:

The three planets that oscillate around your groove; love, knowledge and regret, play a contemplative composition weaving hues of softness into the worn fabric of earthly cares...

bass tones thrust through the far reaches of the cosmos... quasars throb in hoarse tenor sax... tacheons traverse the firmament as stacatto piano tones... sprinkles of multidimensional sound...

pulsars sing in the medium of a lugubrious lyric iconography... time skips or tap dances an ancient routine... hallowed of all interstellar rituals... three planets fuse... love and pain unite in a cool-hot blue mantle of delight...

delight...
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  1. UnknownMarch 22, 2011 at 6:57 AM

    I hope you are protecting your work BEFORE posting to the web! Good stuff...

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  2. Bigdaddy BluesJuly 31, 2011 at 9:05 PM

    When I wrote this poem I was thinking about someone I had recently met and was using this poem to conduct a post introductory analysis... they were genuinely loving and like most people their hummanity was significantly touched by the pains, struggles and wounds of everyday life... this was something I felt that I could deal with especially since I am very blue by nature... Actually, most people who do not really know me would think I am this hyper, driven, happy go lucky kind of person, (unless you experience me at work), they never see the more significant blue side of me.

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