Taking the train to the Marsden Jazz Festival

Take The M-Train

With rhythm rippling over the River Cole,

Venues across the village

will hum and chime to sounds within.

So, listen. No, listen. Lis-un.

Drums beating in the air, crash, click, snare, snare,

Trumpets screaming passion, awake, aware.

Trombonist mouthing notes, sharing belly fire

like moonshine, intoxication.  

Vibraphone taps in the Riverhead,

Guitars dangling Django, strumming ipp-ipp-ipp.

Vocalists belt out standards from the Bandstand,

Music humanized through harmonization.

In the Mechanics Hall, newbies and die-hards travel,

Soundscapes landscaping thoughts.

Mimicking the valley, stumbling up, tumble down,

Melody and traveller as one.

Then a hush, just enough for a fleeting bleat.

What happened?

Those drums skipped four-six to five-eight,

That horn blew hair straight,

Their keys switched key spectacularly.

Afterwards, appreciative applause a-plenty.

Notes: This was my submission for the Poster Poems organised by Marsden the Poetry Village during the Marsden Jazz Festival (launch event). The twenty five Poster Poems will be at locations across the village, allowing visitors to wander in words in music during the festival (and for a few weeks afterwards).

My poem wasn't selected, though next year...

"Sometimes the best part is what if?"

Review: Oceans of Ink by Sheldon Sinnamon (available here and here and here, elsewhere)

This review is a year in the making, not that it has taken me a year to read Sheldon Sinnamon's collection. There have been many barriers and boundaries that cropped up, life's great effect on plans kicked into affect, though in the back of my mind I kept coming back to wanting to complete my notes and review.

Sometime Autumn, 2016, I was approached by Sheldon Sinnamon and asked whether I'd be interested in reviewing this collection. This would be my first proper review, not me writing about something I had read, someone asking me to review their work. I was rather chuffed to be asked. The plan had been to read through the collection during a trip to Belgium, make notes then type these up. It would all be done by December...

Oceans of Ink is a very enjoyable read. As another review noted, the poems are presented in five parts, with each part taking a theme. There's hooks in the writing, there's so much care and detail in the words. There are so many good lines and turns of phrase, I had trouble trouble picking one or two from my notes, so randomly, from Man With No Title:

So now, I have all these memories I need to repress.
My life became a disconcerting mess. 

The poems had a certain familiarity to them, while the come from Sheldon's perspective they had a way of conveying the themes and ideas. Boundaries and barriers were especially strong for me, Sheldon's personal perspective presented perfectly in poems. 

As I said, this review is a year, though I've read through this collection a couple of times. It's really enjoyable, approachable, and has a way of rattling around ones thoughts long after putting it down.