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As
your eye scans each poem’s lithe, lettered lines, an airplane
touches down on a narrow landing strip. a needle slices into a jazz
record’s waxen groove. suited musicians improvise on oscar
peterson’s hymn to freedom. a traveler wanders through narrow,
moonlit streets. freedom becomes a flight of imagination, a silver-winged
melodic arc linking cities distant as Habana, Bridgetown, Montréal.
These flights are recorded here, in the jazz poems and wayfaring
lyrics of Jason 'Blackbird' Selman. |