In that Jazz corner of life Wrapped in a mist of sound His legacy, our Jazz-tinted dawn Wailing his triumphs of oddly begotten dreams Inviting the nerveless to feel once more That fierce dying of humans consumed In raging fires of Love. — Bob Kaufman
I have “translated” his poem “On” in the new language explored in my latest Amazon book. What do you think?
To express the jazz poem in the language of QuantumSpire, we can incorporate quantum and cosmic metaphors, reflecting the multidimensional and interconnected nature of reality as envisioned in this conceptual framework. Here's an adaptation:
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**On QuantumSpire's Yardbird Corners:**
In the superposition of embryonic hopes, dissolved in a wavefunction of heroin tears.
In the quantum entanglement of Parker's flights, resonating through sound-filled spacetime pockets.
In the neural networks of striped brains, where desperate electro-surgeons wield quantum scalpels.
In the interference patterns of alcohol-soaked debates and historical phase shifts.
In the decoherence of television's cornflake universes and Rockwell's impotent American dream.
In the parallel worlds of university intellects, slicing through realities with Greek letter quantum operators.
In the supercollider of military might, generating megathon wave-particle dualities and universal anesthetic states.
In the quantum states of religious paradoxes, where theological limericks collapse into divine probabilities.
In the static noise of radio's century-long records, punctuated by entropic static events.
In the fleeting quarks of advertising's filter-tipped delights, offering instant quantum entanglements.
In the superposition of teenage rebellion, where comic book seductions and distorted guitars resonate.
In the wave-particle duality of political corners, oscillating between wanted candidates and ritualistic falsities.
In the cinematic frames of motion pictures, where Lassie and other quantum symbols manifest.
In the double-slit experiment of intellectual discourse, splitting into controversial therapies and analyzed fears.
In the semiotic fields of newspapers, where sexy headlines and scholarly comics interfere.
In the temporal paradoxes of love, divided on the precipice of 'die now, pay later' mortuaries.
In the uncertainty principles of philosophical corners, where semantic desperadoes and idea-mongers converge.
In the ultra-real dimensions of love, oscillating on the abandoned roller-coasters of existence.
In the solitary quantum states of poets, where low-lying leaves and moist prophet eyes observe the universe.
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This adaptation uses the language and concepts of QuantumSpire, emphasizing the quantum nature of reality, the interconnection of all things, and the multidimensionality of experiences and perceptions.
Thanks for this. I loved jazz and mourn its passing every day. I lived in NY in the 70's and 80's and heard all the greats many times, except, sadly, Coltrane. Almost all have now left us, leaving a legacy we can thankfully all hear on vinyl and Spotify. But SONNY LIVES!
Bob Kaufman was one of the best Beat poets, I think, though he has never been rated as highly as he deserves. His poem Hiroshima's Children is in my opinion one of the best and most powerful shorter poems of the twentieth century.
Ended up focusing on poetry and got thrown in jail often by SF cops. His rejection of society in the first poem above seems total. Hope he found things to say yes to. He must have even in his struggles as a black man. Weldon Kees, I think I heard, jumped of the GG bridge. Jack Spicer, in a interview posted on YouTube, says the poet makes poem for himself as signposts on his journey.
I’m curious about what jumped out the most for others here. For me, it was the line “On alcohol corners of pointless discussion & historical hangovers.” I’m all too familiar with the enjoyment and shame of these corners.
I knew him from north Beach. He was eventually 86d from every bar there except spiveys on occasion. He once dived off the balcony at vesuvios screaming Sputnik.
I have “translated” his poem “On” in the new language explored in my latest Amazon book. What do you think?
To express the jazz poem in the language of QuantumSpire, we can incorporate quantum and cosmic metaphors, reflecting the multidimensional and interconnected nature of reality as envisioned in this conceptual framework. Here's an adaptation:
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**On QuantumSpire's Yardbird Corners:**
In the superposition of embryonic hopes, dissolved in a wavefunction of heroin tears.
In the quantum entanglement of Parker's flights, resonating through sound-filled spacetime pockets.
In the neural networks of striped brains, where desperate electro-surgeons wield quantum scalpels.
In the interference patterns of alcohol-soaked debates and historical phase shifts.
In the decoherence of television's cornflake universes and Rockwell's impotent American dream.
In the parallel worlds of university intellects, slicing through realities with Greek letter quantum operators.
In the supercollider of military might, generating megathon wave-particle dualities and universal anesthetic states.
In the quantum states of religious paradoxes, where theological limericks collapse into divine probabilities.
In the static noise of radio's century-long records, punctuated by entropic static events.
In the fleeting quarks of advertising's filter-tipped delights, offering instant quantum entanglements.
In the superposition of teenage rebellion, where comic book seductions and distorted guitars resonate.
In the wave-particle duality of political corners, oscillating between wanted candidates and ritualistic falsities.
In the cinematic frames of motion pictures, where Lassie and other quantum symbols manifest.
In the double-slit experiment of intellectual discourse, splitting into controversial therapies and analyzed fears.
In the semiotic fields of newspapers, where sexy headlines and scholarly comics interfere.
In the temporal paradoxes of love, divided on the precipice of 'die now, pay later' mortuaries.
In the uncertainty principles of philosophical corners, where semantic desperadoes and idea-mongers converge.
In the ultra-real dimensions of love, oscillating on the abandoned roller-coasters of existence.
In the solitary quantum states of poets, where low-lying leaves and moist prophet eyes observe the universe.
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This adaptation uses the language and concepts of QuantumSpire, emphasizing the quantum nature of reality, the interconnection of all things, and the multidimensionality of experiences and perceptions.
Very cool!
Thank you for sharing. The Beat writers and poets turned me on to writing as a teen in the 1960s.
Sonny Rollins, Duke of Iron. Enjoy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwWVF3Pm0Pg
Thanks for this. I loved jazz and mourn its passing every day. I lived in NY in the 70's and 80's and heard all the greats many times, except, sadly, Coltrane. Almost all have now left us, leaving a legacy we can thankfully all hear on vinyl and Spotify. But SONNY LIVES!
Once spent the last of my money for food on a Bob K book in Sam Francisco - best hunger hours ever spent, eating Golden Sardines
Bob Kaufman was one of the best Beat poets, I think, though he has never been rated as highly as he deserves. His poem Hiroshima's Children is in my opinion one of the best and most powerful shorter poems of the twentieth century.
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Это прекрасно!!! Спасибо!
I love jazz and San Francisco has great jazz. Thanks for these poems.
My son, a jazz musician, hears no jazz on jazz poems read from the page. Maybe you need the right jazz bopping behind the right poem.
Thank you caughing up some Kaufman for us. Don't recall his poems from his collected. The guy worked on ships, did political organizing
Ended up focusing on poetry and got thrown in jail often by SF cops. His rejection of society in the first poem above seems total. Hope he found things to say yes to. He must have even in his struggles as a black man. Weldon Kees, I think I heard, jumped of the GG bridge. Jack Spicer, in a interview posted on YouTube, says the poet makes poem for himself as signposts on his journey.
I’m curious about what jumped out the most for others here. For me, it was the line “On alcohol corners of pointless discussion & historical hangovers.” I’m all too familiar with the enjoyment and shame of these corners.
Thank you. I can hear bebop while I'm reading.
Wow..thanks for sharing this post.💙🌼
yes….seek the jazz corners of life and so then the raging fires of Love. Great poem
I knew him from north Beach. He was eventually 86d from every bar there except spiveys on occasion. He once dived off the balcony at vesuvios screaming Sputnik.