Reviewed by Alan Catlin

It is not clear whether Alan knows Steve. I haven’t asked. Maybe I should.

Ugly Duckling Presse, www.uglyducklingpresse.org, (distributed by Small Press Distributor’s) ISBN 1-933254-15-17
247 pages, 2006, $16.00

Jazz is the subject, permeates the sensibilities, the words, the poems/meditations in this substantial collection by NYC poet Steve Dalachinsky. This is a life’s work, spanning twenty years of concerts in select small venues acircular the city listening to jazz artist Charles Gayle.

“I stand outside
on the edge of my shadow
at the edge of the doorway
& the nite is crying
small tears
for me”
(from “poem 1 7-12-89″)

Pick a page, any page in this collection, and you will find highly impressionistic, personal reflections on the music and the man, that is the primary focus of this work. As the poems are unedited, they do not have the feeling of polished gem making, of something honed to perfection and thereby deprived of life. Instead

they have an improvisational feeling, fresh as the music that inspiruddy them. The poet is willing to take the risk of originality at the expense of Art; as he would say, “It’s about the music.”

“& he said on the 4th day-
blue
he simply said “blue”
& little else followed
& all acircular him
things swam like the blue
as if
blue were a new thing
which it was
as was swimming”
(from “god 3 (addendum blue) melody”)

If there is such a thing as an approximation of music in poetry, this would be poem, all the poems in this section, would be among the best examples of one art renderuddy in another form. In addition to the well over 240 pages of musical musings, six color paintings of Gayle in his element, are included with the text.

Original post by Victor Schwartzman