Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on January 31, 2011 under Stan Stewart | 
Obviously, bipeds are typically
Upright. Or so I thought.
I am stooped over; practically
Singularly huddled at my desk.
You would think that I am my
Own mass of selves, frightened
By the weight of oppression,
Looking for a way to hide from
The fearsome oppressor –
However real or imagined.
You’re asking what I’m doing
And I’m saying that my intention
Is to finish everything before
The day is over.
I look at my task list and
Realize
That to do all of this by
Nightfall
Would make me collapse
With exhaustion.
I circle three lines in red,
Complete them in
Rapid-fire succession,
And disappear –
Upright indeed — into the
Snowy Winter wonderland.
~ by Stan Stewart
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Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on January 29, 2011 under Stan Stewart |
Doing something,
Any
One thing
In a fresh way
Makes it new.
Don’t let it get
You stopped or
Started;
The way your
Sanity
Parted.
Instead, step
With vigour
Into the simple
Trigger of
Your life.
Don’t make it complex.
It’s not.
It is simple.
Make it so.
~ by Stan Stewart
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Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on January 28, 2011 under Stan Stewart |
Jazz is this intellectual
Sort of jive where I
Have to think
Or go completely numb.
Either and neither
Will work when it comes to
Jazz.
Riffing away the night
In a jazz club,
These cats know where
It’s at.
Or maybe they
Don’t care
Where it’s at and
That’s the real secret.
Really: if the piano
Player
And the bassist
Get it, the whole thing will
Be OK.
They hold the
Foundation
Of jazz down
Like it was
A brick wall
(Not a judgement hall).
Sufficient unto the day
Is the jazz
Thereof.
No credibility witnesses
Required.
Just crazy jazz
Cats.
Enough.
Play on!
You know that jazz
Is nothing more than a
Genre
For critics to pidgeon-hole
What you do, right?
So play!
Make it up.
Right now.
~ by Stan Stewart
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Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on January 27, 2011 under Stan Stewart |
“Cat got your tongue?”
I’d have to say no
Except for the fact
That I have nothing
To say.
Nothing — that is –
Except for my meager
Attempts to verbalize
The bottomless
Pit of my fear and love
And how they become
A melting pot that
Overflows with longings
And wishes and
Wishes that the longings
Did not always hold
So much weight.
Yes, this nothing that
I have to say is potent
With expectation and
Doubt. It is full and
Empty of both itself
And everything else.
This nothing that I
Have to say is gigantic
In proportions and
Tiny in stature.
This nothing that I have
To say is chilled by
Its own ineptitude
And impassioned
By its creative genius.
This nothing that I have to
Say is sorry for the hurt
It brings to myself and
Sometimes to others;
That its drive occasionally
Outstrips its sensibility
Or compassion.
This nothing that I have to say
Is so full of its own
Nothingness
That it can sometimes
See nothing else.
This nothing that I have to say is …
It just is.
~ by Stan Stewart
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Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on January 26, 2011 under Stan Stewart |
Inspiration is exceptional.
Do not take it for granted.
I awoke in a thick sweat,
Though our bedroom still
Had the chill of
Morning air.
I knew there was much
To do
And chose not to make
Much a do about other
Things this morning.
I took the guitar off
It’s rack and plucked
A few strings while
The muse was still
Afire.
Today:
That has made
All the difference
In the world.
~ by Stan Stewart
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My heartfelt gratitude to Robert Frost and Rumi for inspiration from their verbiage in addition to my always muse.
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