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Thelonious is dead. / Tonight's a lazy rhapsody of shadows

swaying to blue vertigo / & metaphysical funk. / Black trees in the wind.

 

 

 

Elegy for Thelonious

By Yusef Komunyakaa

Damn the snow.

Its senseless beauty

pours a hard light

through the hemlock.

Thelonious is dead. Winter

drifts in the hourglass;

notes pour from the brain cup.

Damn the alley cat

wailing a muted dirge

off Lenox Ave.

Thelonious is dead.

Tonight's a lazy rhapsody of shadows

swaying to blue vertigo

& metaphysical funk.

Black trees in the wind.

Crepuscule with Nelly

plays inside the bowed head.

"Dig the Man Ray of piano!"

O Satisfaction,

hot fingers blur

on those white rib keys.

Coming on the Hudson.

Monk's Dream

The ghost of bebop

from 52nd Street,

footprints in the snow.

Damn February.

Let's go to Minton's

& play "modern malice"

till daybreak. Lord,

there's Thelonious

wearing that old funky hat

pulled down over his eyes.

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"Thelonious Monk, first of the many standout piano stylists of the era, is generally recognized as belonging with [Dizzy] Gillespie and [Charlie] Parker in a Big Three of bop innovators. Like Dizzy, 'T' is famous for real or fanciful eccentricities. He is also noted as the composer of original (and quite lyrical) melodies, in contrast to the more unusual practice of building from the chord structure of standard popular songs. Monk, like Bud Powell and many others, first gained prominence through recordings on the Blue Note label--now one of the few survivors among several independent companies who first dared promote this strange new music" (A Pictorial History of Jazz, 1955).

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update 11 August 2008

 

 

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