muse schmooze
“The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” ~ Sylvia Plath
spontaneous
Poem 0185 of 1,000: suggestion
Just a suggestion: Maybe just for a moment You could smile. Doesn’t matter if it’s On the inside or the out. I am simply knowing that The lack of smiles is Making my insides sad. With this poem, I profess That the rest of this day Will be one big smile Of love for the
An Improv Poem: stillness
I drew stillness From The Deck. Her avatar? A peace sign. Right now, I think my Avatar is A race car. Zipping ahead Without thought For the energy Being consumed Or the loudness Generated. And all this Speed and combustion And noise Is doing so little to Improve on what Was already Here. ~ spontaneously
pre-caffeine (piano improv)
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!
Poem: light
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
what I did on 11-11-11
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
jazz poem 3
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
jazz poem 2
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
jazz poem 1
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
creatives and the experience of experience
As I’ve started to become part of the blogosphere, I am reading more and more blogs. I especially like to read the blogs of creative people. Typically, I like to count myself among them. I find that as I’m writing, there’s a temptation to compose the post as if I have a lot to say