Reading Maldoror on the Sick bed. Ha ha a gorgeous antidote The drawing shows bloody storms at sea in the caspian Sea Or black or Baltic Better still those far seas Without names The weird ones in distant planets Where old Prez played such A lovely romantic song On his horn He’d walked along chipped Stone sidewalks In towns all over the shop His hat brim Turned up Course Probably knew about creative writing Melodies and the tone Of the instrument Then harking back to extremely mellow Almost indifferent Times way way back Thinking of that caspian The rolling waves under the Gunwales The planks beautifully crafted Under the sleek and whale belly The prince of skim surf Back then sailors maybe had A word for chortle Talking to themselves as they Ride the high seas Heading for jade trades And valuable spice etc Pirates of course
Incidentally Lee Konitz Moved away from modern jazz after bebop and embraced free improv I seen him at London improvised music festival A couple times in the 80s!!! Ha ha so nice to see the jump No more jump... https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf2JcxOtM0H/?igshid=MDJmNzVkMjY= Hail Net’!!! And best in the coughing times Simon Sent from my spyphone
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