Geography of Jazz - Softcover

Moore, Lenard D.

 
9781949467307: Geography of Jazz

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A poetry collection by internationally acclaimed poet Lenard D. Moore focusing on jazz music as an experience and an inspiration.

In The Geography of Jazz, Moore celebrates jazz music and jazz musicians. Some of the poems address specific events. Others honor individual artists. Many do both. While the poems may not initially signal the rhythms of jazz in their presentation on the page, they convey jazz rhythms through Moore’s deft handling of the poetic line and his use of formal techniques including but not limited to assonance, onomatopoeia, and repetition. This collection also includes a new poetic form, jazzku, an innovation that recalls Japanese haiku and tanka.

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Lenard D. Moore is an internationally acclaimed poet and anthologist. Moore is the author of A Temple Looming, Desert Storm: A Brief History, Forever Home, and The Open Eye. He is the editor for All the Songs We Sing: Celebrating the 25th Anniversary of the Carolina African American Writers’ Collective and One Window’s Light: A Collection of Haiku. He is the founder and executive director of the Carolina African American Writers’ Collective. The executive chairman of the North Carolina Haiku Society, he was also the first African American president of the Haiku Society of America. His awards include the North Carolina Award for Literature and the Haiku Museum of Tokyo Award. An army veteran, he teaches African American literature and creative writing at the University of Mount Olive where he is the poet-in-residence.

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“Dizzy Gillespie Plays at the Jazz Hall”

His jaws a double bubble
wider than the trumpet’s mouth
opening.
They might pop
beneath the lights.
His forehead gleams
like the brass he holds.
Gillespie bends into the microphone.

My heart, his horn,
pulse improvisations,
quicken with the rhythms
spreading on the air,
my head tilted,
the horn in Gillespie’s hands
fills my heart, it might pop
with a sound too great.
It drives me dizzy.

“Cassandra Swings Back”

You hug your guitar
Contralto moan about
getting on the train
your white smile
pulls me
from my chair
your black pants
the strength of your
blonde dreadlocks swings
throaty voice swings back
I too lean back
and feel you turning
closed-eyed
and fingering my hair
your strings my beard
late night when wind
weeps from floor
fans like crazed notes
like me floating/
drifting

“Nina Simone Speaks to a Connoisseur”

I sang my own cuts.
I’ve worked with Don Pullen.
Ben Riley drummed for me,
I never wanted to be labeled.
I confused your ear with difference.
I wanted my vocals
to be signature. I wanted
to do Tryon
proud. So right.
‘Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood’
took me to a spiritual plane.
Oh, I loved that piano.
I know some folk called me feisty,
but I wanted to extend my range,
explore something as vast as a blue sky.

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