We have a guest who will handle the bar tonight:
Amaya Engleking is a poet and relatively new mother who blogs at Gospel Isosceles. She is perpetually in undulation between being drawn to the faith and being repelled by it. She is also a soprano and a violinist, but don’t let the shrill voices of her instruments deceive you; her dark side is off the other end of the sonar charts.

Artwork by Debra Hurd
Tonight at the Pub the “tempo goes up, lights go down” as we channel our inner Harlem cool cat, beatnik, or sultry sax soloist playing the subway stations of an anonymous city. Consider the flow of the following poems by these legendary poets.
O-Jazz-O – Bob Kaufman
Where the string
At
some point,
Was umbilical jazz,
Or perhaps,
In memory,
A long lost bloody cross,
Buried in some steel cavalry.
In what time
For whom do we bleed,
Lost notes, from some jazzman’s
Broken needle.
Musical tears from lost
Eyes.
Broken drumsticks, why?
Pitter patter, boom dropping
Bombs in the middle
Of my emotions
My father’s sound
My mother’s sound,
Is love,
Is life.
Harlem – Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Excerpt from ‘Human Cylinders’ – Mina Loy
The impartiality of the absolute
Routs the polemic
Or which of us
Would not
Receiving the holy-ghost
Catch it and caging
Lose it
Or in the problematic
Destroy the Universe
With a solution
How to write jazz poetry? Here are some pointers to start:
-Free verse, prose poem, or loose rhyme scheme work best for form
-More fast-paced than what you’re used to
-Give your left brain a rest and let the other half go wild
-Stream-of-consciousness, improvisational, experimental, let-go style
-May allude to the sounds of jazz music playing or a particular performer(s) (See the below link to Miles Davis’ “Inamorata “)
-May explore social rebellion or criticism
-May have definite spoken-word or hip-hop rhythm
-Try using phonetic techniques to give a sense of music in the poem, such as assonance, consonance, onomatopoeia
-Try moving your body to some avant-garde jazz and jostling up your cells and ideas so that when they settle again you may find words and phrases next to each other that normally wouldn’t have been (Again, the link may help you feel it.)
I’m looking forward to reading, and saying aloud, your jazz poems. Take your time and sink into the mood. Remember, at the best jazz clubs the headliners don’t go onstage until after midnight.
When you have written your poem link it up using MrLinky, take your time to read and interpret the prompt as you like it, and for those of you who prefer turkey tonight come back later.
Love the examples of jazz poetry and the video too ~ Thanks Amaya for the wonderful challenge ~ Had to listened to some music to inspire me to write ~
And for our USA friends, happy thanksgiving to you ~
No better aid than music. I used to listen to a lot of live jazz and would always bring a notebook and pen. Then I moved to the boonies
Loved to play around with the sound of the jazz… hope that there are not too many stuck in turkey land.
Good thing we Canadians already celebrated our thanksgiving last October. I think most will be stuck with Black Friday shopping deals 🙂
Ha…. here it’s black in another sense. Dark and long evenings.
I, for one, was. Looking forward to some pick-me-up reading tonight.
Thanks for the challenge, Amaya. I have a prose poem that I hope works for this prompt.
Sounds great, Frank!
“She is perpetually in undulation between being drawn to the faith and being repelled by it.”
“THE”? — there are so, so many.
Which “faith” is that??? Faith in Poetry, Jazz or ????
In Abott’s Flatland (1884) isosceles triangles are Soldiers and Workmen. But perhaps her reference is to the sects of Christianity that makes co-existing gods of a confusing trio. But ya got to love that one of her trinity gets the short stick — I wonder which one?
Happy Pilgrim Theocracy Day or Turkey Slaughter in the USA — everyone!
Like other holiday, we ignore the bizarre origins and make it our own, just like poetry.
Happy Turkey Slaughter, Sabio! 🙂 I am about to go visit relatives.
You too Frank. My mate and I just had morning times with our children (expanded “family”), and now they go off to their other parents and we go have a huge “friends giving”!
No turkeys slaughtered in Sweden… a normal day in November for us
“Friends giving”–that has a nice sound to it, Sabio.
Friendsgiving and all, I won’t have time for this poem, though it sounds like very good fun. So sorry. Peace out, all!
I love your isosceles, short-end-of-the-stick observation! I don’t really think there is more than one faith. More than one religion, of course. It is something that unites people of every religion: belief and faith in a higher power/Creator (no matter what they name it.) But, I guess it can be confusing how I phrased that. I could have just said, “her faith.” To me, having “faith” in money or ourselves or whatever earthly thing, is not faith but rather a (English) semantics problem.
I think the “higher power/Creator” thing, no matter how apparently ecumenical it may be, exclude a huge 20% of the planet or so who don’t imagine a higher power or worry about some personal creator. And we know that people who have “faith” like these do not unite, the divide, divide, divide to fight over their symbol because really, their “faith” is an identity for them, a culture, an attachment to their way, their people. And so, escaping such language is probably what can unite us ALL the most, ironically.
I’m only speaking for myself but I feel a brethren with all believers.
Hey Amaya! Nice to see you one the other side of the bar. This is my dream topic – I live, eat, sleep jazz. Shamelessly reblogging one I wrote this summer, so a couple of poets have already seen it. May be back for another go-round. Slide a cool Pinot Noir my way, please.
That’s easily done… here you have a sip
Thank you, Bjorn!
Not much of an attentive bartender tonight, I’m afraid, what with all the cooking and cleaning… But I’m sure glad you like the music (and that Björn was on top of that Pinot;)
Glad to see you working the bar, as it were. Jazz is my life blood, so….
Happy Thanksgiving, Black Friday… and whatever the hell the above comments were about! “Peace out!” Thank the god of spam.
Anyway, I love the prompt! Here’s one! Can’t drink just yet; I’m playing with the barbecue grill. “Don’t drink and char!”
Booze may cause burns 🙂
Burns going down! 🙂
Looking forward to yours, Charley (and whatever you got goin on that grill:)
It was lobster tails. They were delicious. Hope you enjoy the new one. I think you saw the other one before.
Ha, fitting, given my poem yesterday. You can’t beat grilled lobster.
No, you cant!
I added a second poem. Based on some very Swedish Jazz… now it’s bedtime for me.
Nice jazz piece by Jan Johansson, Bjorn.
I’ve been known to pull jazz all-nighters… So the more, the merrier.
Wow what an interesting challenge. I’m lost in thankfulness at feasting now, I’ll sure give this a burl when I wake up! Thanks for the great prompt! -e
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Yeah, jazz on a full stomach is no easy task. Hasta mañana!
Managed to write one before the weekend. Thanks for hosting, Amaya and Bjorn. The streets of jazz are more than a groove away from Chinatown; but I gave it a shot anyhow. 😉
Look forward to read it Colin… actually I think jazz is tied a lot to the sound of the streets.
I remember some of the best jazz I ever heard was at this underground club in Shanghai…
Really, Amaya? Underground as in a basement or as in a secretive hideout? I’m amazed, since the majority of Chinese hardly know what jazz is …
I’ve not be in the mood for poetry lately but just got into the groove with this one – thank you for this lighter touch
Good to see you Laura… this one can be as light or as dark as you want it… but I’m glad it made you inspired.
Hi Amaya,
Quite the challenge, i was messing around with jazz haiku the other day and read that Langston Hughes poem. The music is already buzzing around in my head, I hope that means something good will come of it😎😎😎
Pat
And with a wordpress name like that I expect you do a great job.
Ha, ha…hope so☺☺
Thanks for this challenge, a true challenge for me. However, I love how my jazz poem turned out!
Hi, Amaya. Oh my! You sing and play the violin (and write poetry, too). I am mighty awed. 🙂 Thanks for the prompt and for tending the bar.
I hope mine fits the bill. Jazz is a genre that I have a difficult time understanding.
My apologies if I cannot quickly read other posts as we are on a trip but I will catch up by and by.
Best regards to all. 🙂
I liked all three of your examples…. especially the last and the idea of the literalists catching and caging the Holy Ghost, if they could. That is a great line.
Dwight
Good Evening, Poets, and happy belated Thanksgiving! Amaya, thanks for the jazzy prompt! Bad puns aside, I shared my love of a fantastic live track of John Coltrane’s, “My Favorite Things.”
How long will the prompt stay open for? I wrote a long free hand piece on the pages of a notebook which I then left in Scotland. I’ll be back there Monday but by then I’m guessing tooo late. I’ll post up anyways and see what will be. Great prompt.
Paul there is an Open Link coming up of Thursday. This link will close tonight (8PM your time I think)
So dope how a poem can be giving new life with beautiful music as a backdrop. I’m feeling this inspiration.
These are some amazing poems. I’ve played music for the past 13 years and so anything related brings me back to that state. There is something about jazz that you just have to flow with. Check out my poetry here https://wp.me/p9t3QW-4o