Let's return to poetry about jazz with tonight's poem by Bill Cushing. I am always happy to receive wonderful poetry about great musicians--no matter which contest is going on.
LISTENING TO BIRD
Flying through scales
he did the impossible, stretching
stopping only to change direction.
He found places
in his search for every note
leaving chromatic gravity,
shooting up into infinity;
then he rested,
hanging on a single, random chord;
of music (but never breaking them),
wherever he chose, staying
just long enough
to make it his territory
and his alone.
-- Bill Cushing
You can listen to Bill read this poem *and* watch a very cool video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=er8ob1QqRrs
Or you can listen to some music by Bird himself.
Tonight I'll post "All the Things You Are": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTORd2Y_X6U
Here is his "Bird of Paradise": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_0Rib-0VkY&list=PLbFknnbkaiq3-yTKrmeM69iD1i2KrMChd
I'll finish with a live recording of Bird and Monk from 1948: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7QoV9a9gxE