Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Welcome to Philip Elliott!

Tonight I'm pleased to post two poems by Philip Elliott, the editor-in-chief of Into the Void and an intriguing writer in his own right.  I love how he interpreted the jazz contest, and as he noted, "I adore jazz, and see no real distinction between it and a good poem."

That Sax Solo Put A Spell On Me*

I put a spell on you, because you’re mine

You’re mine . . . .

Biiiiip                                                                                                                            bay
          be ba   bahhhh bahu                                                                          bah    baba
                                         wah     baba       baba        baba    bbrrriiiip  ba

Be      be                                                                                                    buh
     ba        ba    beyh~beyh~beyh~beyh~beyh~beyh~beyh~beyh~beyh    
                                                                                                                        hhhh bahe

                        bahhhh      babebeba
Buh ba        ba
                                                         booo . . . .

* from ‘I Put A Spell On You’ by Nina Simone

Are you ready for the future?

            Vulgar Machines

Year 401 of the Second Age
after the old ones somehow
made the world kill them:

A small village (in what was once
an old nursing home outside
what was once Gainsville, FL)

gather by the fire and chat.
‘We’ve all heard that the old
ones used to fly in the sky in

great big winged contraptions,’
the eldest man tells the group of
mostly young families, ‘but bet

you never heard bout their vulgar
machines. ‘Vulgar machines?’ a child
echoes, eyes wide and hungry with

imagination. ‘Oh yeah.’ The old man
grins, licks his lips, as excited as the
kid. ‘Every single one of the old ones

whizzed their selfs around in these big,
noisy, coughing, spluttering, vulgar
machines that could outrun the fastest

wild horse in the land. Could mow a
person down and not even be slowed.
Every one of the old ones had one and

used it to get everywhere. Could be
they even waged war gainst one nother
with em. They say that there used to be

hundreds of these machines lined up on the
Streets up until a couple hundred years ago
when people started melting them down.’

The gathering is silent, an image in every
brain. ‘I don’t know, dad,’ a man says
‘sounds a bit unlikely to me. The old ones

weren’t gods.’ ‘No,’ the old man agrees,
‘but they sure as hell thought they were.’

Philip Elliott is Irish, 23 years old and Editor-in-Chief of Into the Void Magazine. His writing can be found in various journals, most recently Otoliths, GFT Press, Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine and Subprimal Poetry Art. He is currently working on his first novel, a novella and a chapbook of experimental poetry. Stalk him at

Before I post music, I'd like to mention that noted author and contest judge Catfish McDaris is gathering poems and fiction inspired by Vincent Van Gogh.  Are you interested?  He doesn't have a publisher yet, but he is quite excited by this project.  Please email me for more details.

Now here is the music.  Of course, we are starting with Nina Simone's "I Put a Spell on You":

I am also including her "I Wish I Knew How It Feels to Be Free":

Let's include some saxophones now as well.

John Coltrane joins the Sonny Rollins Quartet for "Tenor Madness":

Let's go back to Charlie Parker.  He and Sonny Rollins are part of the Miles Davis Sextet on "Compulsion":

Here Sonny Stitt and Dexter Gordon are playing together on "a rejected Stitt session" from 1962:

I'll finish with a contemporary saxophonist, Grace Kelly on "Blues for Harry Bosch":

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