The cabbie wore his Kangol back,
Reversed; it looked like a beret;
Bohemian but still respectable.
His left eye, clouded, milky, never moved,
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Gary What is there to say? ... your words suffice....and more! ! ....Beautiful work... Thankyou....! ! Love, D.
The key to this, and what registers with my sensibility, is that it is bursting with truly original imagery and at the same time, has a natural stream of consciousness feel to it; like sensational jazz that incorporates improvisational myriad colours and textures of layered sound, this wonderful passage riffs it up deliciously. One cool, perfectly-pitched number, Gary. This baby bobs big time, cat. Warm regards, Greg
This is superb, Gary. My favorite part: ''His music’s like…a gemstone on fire, like a Tourmaline or sapphire that you see, you swear you see Spontaneously combust in green or blue flame. It’s like riding on a charging rhinoceros That suddenly isn’t there any more, because It’s become a swan. It’s like being transported To a distant, chaotic world where nothing makes sense, But everything everywhere is somehow logical. And you know you’re going to die eventually But you no longer care, you just don’t care Because you’ve been lifted above the clouds And you can see, you can feel, you can hear…above all, hear. New language. New thinking. New clarity. Everything new. [...]' I loved Coltrane the SECOND time I heard him. The first time, I just wasn't even sure what had hit me!
your words tell of 'a love supreme...' thank you, Gary.... take care and be well, Love, D.