This poem was written after a concert at the Stone during our honeymoon. We had taken a cab back to midtown, and there was a “supermoon” that evening. I was reading Paul Auster’s translations of Joubert’s writing at this time. The performers at the Stone were Ken Vandermark and Joe McPhee on clarinets, saxophones, and pocket trumpet. Later, she purchased the photographs of the event from Peter Gannushkin (http://blog.sonicbeet.com/ & http://www.linkedin.com/in/gannushkin), an amazing photographer who captures the music and the personalities of the evening perfectly.
Tenor saxophone solo from 11-20-2011 for my brother. Released on Vantage…but now gone. – https://soundcloud.com/jasonarnold/gospel-for-joe
Weird wandering drawing with notes.
Read this poem at NNATAN’s page.
birds are burning,
& I’m walking with nothing but a snaking horn,
Singing photographs from silent stars
the camera of time’s tiny bones
partially buried backwards through the sound or rhythms
Missing from music.
When those birds
above their own flames,
Attempt to veil softly, reflecting any feather artifacts
closer to mine.
when we are blind:
Keep the birds clean,
& even angels won’t understand