Poem 0178 of 1,000: jazz poem 2

Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on November 16, 2011 under Stan Stewart | Be the First to Comment

Sultry: you enmesh the fluid line
With the voicings unabashed.
Combined: they melt the walls
Around my heart that — times before –
I thought were permanent and solid.

Now, open to the melodious flux,
Ears and eyes drink in the sweet
Honey of wafting sounds and
Impulsive interplay.

Poem 0177 of 1,000: jazz poem 1

Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on under Stan Stewart | Be the First to Comment

I will not tap my feet.
Though the rhythms and melodies you play
Conger up kicking off shoes and
Dancing barefoot in the grass,
I will not tap my feet.

Though my heart beats faster at the
Melodic buildup — as horn and keys
Latch together in the repetition of a theme,
Calling my heart and toes to a
Dance of thrill and amazement –
But no, I will not tap my feet.

I will not tap my feet, nor
Nod my head; though everything
In me is crying out for some kind of movement
To occur!
No, I will not tap my feet.

I will not tap my feet
When the guitar and sax drop out
To let bass and drums chase percussively
After each other in a playful, astoundingly
Structureless cadenza, filled with
Impulsive demands.
Even then, I will not tap my feet.

I will not tap my feet.
Though the pianist has spontaneously
Created a bit of magical funk
That was never previously inserted
In this “standard” of jazz stalwarts.
No, I will not tap my feet.

What’s this!
Did my head just nod a bit?
Unbidden, I can barely restrain myself
From rising straight to the dance floor,
For now, the whole ensemble is returning
To the original theme by some inaudible
Twist of jive and thrive.

Oh yes, I cannot just tap my feet:
I must move my head and spine and arms entwine,
Must move my torso, and more so
My feet.

Onward…

Posted by Susan Bradford on September 8, 2011 under Susan Bradford | Be the First to Comment

This has been an amazing summer for me.   I’ve barely left home.  And I have developed what for me is almost like a routine.  Emails in the morning.  Sit outside, eat lunch, and read a little.  Work in the garden.  Work in the studio.  Work in the garden a bit more if there is still light in the sky.  Make a basket or a bracelet.  Cook dinner with lots of wonderful things from the garden.  Watch a movie.  Sleep.

A very simple, magical summer!

Tonight is the opening at ESU.  Finally!

Then on to the Jazz Festival!  Come see this and other drawings there!  And of course, Anita’s fabulous jewelry, Marci’s great photos, Stan’s inspirational music, lots of mandalas, and more…

Back home at the end of September to establish another routine.  Onward!  Upward?  Let’s hope so!

Poem 0157 for Anita: Cello

Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on June 10, 2011 under Stan Stewart | Be the First to Comment

Bow caresses strings just so.
Responsive, they begin instantly to sing.
At first, it is the ears that listen.
Soon, only the heart needs to hear.

~ by Stan Stewart
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art is in the air

Posted by Marci Molina on May 14, 2011 under Marci Molina | Be the First to Comment

Today is the day! Come to Art on Main & PoconoArts Squared in Downtown Stroudsburg.

Visit our booth near the ArtSpace Gallery on 7th Street to see our new creations from 2 – 8 p.m.

AND

Join Stan as he jams from 6 – 8 p.m. on the corner of 7th & Main Street!

Hope to see you there!