I write music to celebrate life. I think most artists do, no matter how they themselves describe it. It’s the joy of creating. It’s a way of life.
Chick Corea
Sonnet: In Summa Summit
by John Kendall Hawkins
………………..in memory of Chick Corea
Pretty, I’ve got a postcard picture mind
that finds windows inside a supermax
where lost time and space are a double bind —
the phenomenology of the sax
remembered from all-night pot-toked jazz fests,
Chick Corea’s Return to Forever,
Mahavishnu Orchestra’s playful rests,
the brain a cell block: never, ever.
Climbing Mount Never Rest, all sherpa sure
on the white disappearing trails ahead,
I move by instinct, my motives are pure,
samsara release, the Book of the Dead.
When time and space come to set my “soul” free
I’ll melt in the music’s infinity.
A Solid Breakfast
by Terrance Underwood
Wake &
shake a leg with
Duke’s bunch in 1963
whipping up on
“The Jeep is Jumpin’”
Hawk pounces on Tenor
leading a convoyed rumpus that
can still griddle hot cakes
sizzle sausage
& scramble an egg or two
Fourteen Lines 