Roaming Visions 1. Blowing Hope the wind flows south from New Orleans- where the trumpet of Marsalis blows supreme jazz music. Hope old Negro songs our fathers sang, in slavery's bonds and lashes, show their fangs slicing syncopated songs to fashion. 2. "Jazzmarchin'" How can you be both music and soul? How do you play my soul to music? How does your off-beat syncopation find the exact cadence and rhythm of sad, black soldiers marchin'? 3. "Jazzscription" Frantic/blues/mellow/smooth/ improvised/ erratic/American/cool/ free/formed/ Negro-born... 4. "Jazzerpation" The sound of slavery is not the whip- it is the jazz that Coltrane's lips blew so sad- and nigger-mad! 5. This Season Particularly in this season God teach us that to burn the wheat while others starve is blasphemy not the politics of America's abundance 6. Learning The New Math the universe has opened before me a book of numbers i scan the pages curiously learning the new math from beginning to end reading equations whose solutions are coded secrets haphazard as galactic gas turned upon itself like fractal compositions enigmatic as the physics of relativity where numbers are images unifying and exciting language from confusion the last page unfolded i see the end as simple arithmetic the differential calculus God has conjured allowing me to interpret the precise meaning of His precise language only spoken this gentle season 7. Above The Chaos They prove the Second Law without flaw, these towers of concrete and glass- rising out of the decay like mushrooms when a city dies... shooting their flaming nozzles into the sky- pyrotechnic rockets come to life- travelling far above the chaos before they fall, like bombs, on the homeless- evicted, and poor... 8. The Speed Of Love how fast the speed of love accelerates one leap behind its prey quickly surrendering to inevitable capture wanting the kiss on the neck to run blood hot semen whose velocity gels decreases like the slow speed of lovers- spent... carlyle miller
