The title is self explanatory – except that I’ve expanded its meaning a little.
Love,
Arlene Corwin
I Like Jazz 🎹🎼🎶
I like jazz, no, love it!
Like to improvise, like changing chords,
Like turning errors to rewards;
Spontaneous and in-the-moment:
In and out.
So gratifying.
I like treating life like jazz;
Mistakes that colour
Brighten up an old worn theme;
Augment esteem
And in some way,
Too mesmerising to portray
In chords or words,
Humbly proffer sweetest curds
Of love.
I’m lucky.
I can play the stuff,
Playing ’round, say, off the cuff.
Where fears are fluff and disappear.
What could be better?
I might show up one day playing
With my nose
Or on my elbows.
Who knows
How far improvising goes?
As my life grows shorter,
As my jazz gets freer
All the waters of my melodies find power
That I never knew were there.
Who knows where these ideas come from?
When they come or how they come,
No end of gushing’s sum,
The hum of thinking factory and factor
A continuum of energy
To enhance my jazz and me.
I Like Jazz 3.23.2019 Vaguely About Music II; The Processes Creative, Thinking, Meditative III; Arlene Nover Corwin
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