Here, you’ll find the stuff that Stan Stewart has created: poetry, music, inspirations, staying connected with the present moment, photography, and more.
There is one thing And another. Grey twigs stand upright At ends of limbs. They decorate the also-grey sky As a foreground reminder: No leaves grace these Woodland tendrils. It is as if they are unclothed, Vulnerable and exposed To Winter’s cold. What inner warmth Do they rely on to carry Them through the snow? […]
Here’s an unedited piece that I just improvised this morning. Piano instrumental improvisation for your enjoyment! Please spread the word using the share buttons!
A shaft of sunbeam awakens me at dawn. My slumber has been of one dead for a thousand years: Deadened by thoughts of culpability and then, Sudden innocence. Awe and wonder overtake the moment As the light settles in. But fear raises expectations of loss and Grandeur — neither of which hold a place In this reality, nor
On November 11, 2011 (commonly referred to as 11-11-11), I spent over 6 hours in a high school classroom offering an experience of InterPlay techniques and forms to 6 different classes of students. I’m grateful to my co-teacher, Anita Bondi, who is a magnificent teacher and improviser. She responded to the students in the moment in
The electrified wind controller Makes unusual sounds. Nothing like the sax that came before. Loud! Amplified to ensure that My brain and the next will not Forget this sound! Now, the piano, too, joins in with the Electrified sound: funky electric piano- Zany-funkified-twisted sounds envelope The room and penetrate walls. Taking jazz to the
Sultry: you enmesh the fluid line With the voicings unabashed. Combined: they melt the walls Around my heart that — times before — I thought were permanent and solid. Now, open to the melodious flux, Ears and eyes drink in the sweet Honey of wafting sounds and Impulsive interplay. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright
I will not tap my feet. Though the rhythms and melodies you play Conger up kicking off shoes and Dancing barefoot in the grass, I will not tap my feet. Though my heart beats faster at the Melodic buildup — as horn and keys Latch together in the repetition of a theme, Calling my heart
Yes. It really happened. Snow (over 6 inches) in the Poconos in October. Just in time for Halloween. Spooky, huh? May you be cozy and warm. (If you can’t see the slide show above, click here.)
Awakened in the middle of the night By that call that I knew could come And which I hoped would not I am stretched beyond my best self. This awakening has drawn me into The wired state of mind where Everything and nothing are important And not important. Where the knowing That I should go
squirm the way the TV surgery shows do with “just the right amount” of blood squirm the way a parent can make a child feel when they question behavior or even when an adult just makes a (unintentionally loaded) suggestion squirm to get your spine moving and blood flowing to get your emotion in motion
