Babel Jazz

Art by Ross Eccles

 

From minor to augmented (egos)
you inverted perverted sevenths and ninths stacked too high and tight like crumbling tenements and
trump tower trumpettes blaring cries for deployment, displacement,
their own decadence.
Dissonance.
The tesserae of wild flying life
the pursuit of caffeinated virtue in
my roaring twenties and twentieth-century aftermath
An improbable mosaic for the mathematically inclined:
Oils and piss and turpentine thrown onto the tabula rasa
Orchestras and cocaine and sad sex
Anxiety-laced straight A’s and decades of pay days without a raise
Cosmic Christ Consciousness and talkin God with the runaways of Wicker Park–
So there’s poor Pythagoras giving birth to hypote-nooses out in that shadeless oasis, suffocating trying to connect A to B while his contemporaries burn alive wilting their tarot deck.
Their treasured oracle spells their demise, accelerated by pleasure.
Static on the radio, they changed the name of the coming holiday to

SHOPPING BAGS!

Come desert storm, let their shit carriers and their shortcuts be engulfed along with their voodoo cards.
Tower falls (how many times?)
.
Just as sloppy, same old cycle
.
.
Chord falls
.
.
.
To a primordial hum…

©2017, Amaya Engleking

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35 comments

  1. Chagall · October 12, 2017

    …the tonic. —CC

    • Gospel Isosceles · October 17, 2017

      I think so. But if chaos always ensues, can we ever actually start over?

      • Chagall · October 17, 2017

        Hmm…perhaps we modulate up or down a half-tone and reprise the theme?

  2. oldepunk · October 12, 2017

    AMAZING Amaya!!

    • Gospel Isosceles · October 17, 2017

      Thanks, D! Haven’t had reliable internet all month so haven’t been around much. Still, it made my day to see your shares.

      • oldepunk · October 17, 2017

        So very much my pleasure my friend 🙏💚

  3. oldepunk · October 12, 2017

    Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry and commented:
    Amaya speaks the Truth

  4. Orvillewrong · October 12, 2017

    Beautifully rambling!

  5. N. Ian McCarthy · October 12, 2017

    An elusive melody or two in this one, true to its name. I enjoy the tower motif—pagan, Judeo-Christian, and contemporary allusions.

    “Tower falls (how many times?)”

    According to the cards? Always (doesn’t matter if it’s gold-plated). Crisp.

  6. qbit · October 13, 2017

    Fantastic. So many amazing lines. “tesserae of wild flying life” is amazing, but so was everything else.

    • Gospel Isosceles · November 12, 2017

      Sometimes all you can do, after the initial phase of ripping your hair out, is just make some popcorn and try to enjoy the chaos of space, like an expressionist piece of art.

  7. Sudden Denouement · October 14, 2017
  8. m lewis redford · October 16, 2017

    truly a Beat poem

  9. Harry Miller · October 19, 2017

    inverted perverted sevenths and ninths stacked too high and tight like crumbling tenements
    Oils and piss and turpentine thrown onto the tabula rasa

    Gramercy.

  10. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) · November 23, 2017

    This is fantastic.. the underlying social criticism of consumerism and trump-et…
    Pythagoras line is perfect and made me smile. A lot of beat poetry here as well… look forward to the prompt tonight.

    • Gospel Isosceles · November 24, 2017

      Thanks, yeah, those trumpettes…hard to say much about that weird phenomenon without the graces of verse. And Pythagoras, ha. A physicist would understand:)

  11. Grace · November 23, 2017

    Love the roaring voice from trumpettes to the oil & piss and to the shopping bags ~ I wonder if and when we can ever break the cycle ~

    This poem rocks Amaya ~

    • Gospel Isosceles · November 24, 2017

      Thanks Grace. I don’t know, we could finally realize towers inevitably collapse so focus our energies on building our relationships instead? Reading good literature and poetry is a way to get there but, wait. I have a feeling I’m ‘preaching to the choir’ 😉

  12. Frank Hubeny · November 23, 2017

    I like this line with the repeated long “a” sound: “Anxiety-laced straight A’s and decades of pay days without a raise”

  13. sarahsouthwest · November 23, 2017

    Wow. Very impressed. Lots of stuff. Love your anger.

  14. jillys2016 · November 23, 2017

    Mind blowing write & thank you for the great prompt tonight!

  15. revivedwriter · November 23, 2017

    This is cool! My favorite part was about the ninths “stacked too high” like tenement buildings.

    • Gospel Isosceles · November 24, 2017

      Sometimes I look at sheet music and I’m like, say what?! But then again, I’m no pianist.

  16. Laura Bloomsbury · November 24, 2017

    Amazing! you certainly can pull words into sounds
    “An improbable mosaic for the mathematically inclined:”
    p.s. – thank you for the prompt – just love Jazz

  17. Brendan · November 24, 2017

    Meltdown bebop along the dizzy edges of the Fall. Some wild compressions here.

  18. lynn__ · November 24, 2017

    My favorite of your jazzy lines:

    The tesserae of wild flying life
    the pursuit of caffeinated virtue in
    my roaring twenties and twentieth-century aftermath

    …too cool!

  19. Frank J. Tassone · November 24, 2017

    What an improv, blistering solo of a rhetorical fury! Amazing write, jazz-filled in the best sense!

  20. Sherry Blue Sky · November 24, 2017

    I enjoyed all the complicated wordplay in this piece! Yay!

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  22. mhmp77 · November 25, 2017

    kaykuala

    trump tower trumpettes blaring cries
    for deployment, displacement,
    their own decadence.

    Trump is still at the back of the mind having been in office this far. Having antagonized many he is not easily forgotten!

    Hank

  23. Just Barry · November 28, 2017

    Love the rhythmic vibe to this cutting jibe at consumerism. I might’ve even snapped my fingers at the end!

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