Beat, Blues and the Rhythm Of Fools / and Howling Wolves

The second book in my music trilogy – Beat, Blues and the Rhythm Of Fools is a book of poetry that takes inspiration from blues music and is perhaps a collection that is closer too my true self than some of my other works. Writer Jason Brummell states it is:

“Unashamed in its emotional nakedness”

This I believe to be true. I am after all a thoughtful poet sharing spontaneous verse in the typical Beat tradition. Although I am inspired by the many elements of British subcultures–mainly the Modernist scene of the fifties and sixties, but,to be honest- having been brought up in the seventies and eighties there are elements of Punk angst, and the Hippy ambience of the Acid Jazz/ early House music Raver evident in my ramblings. I am after all some sort of subculturalist sponge. I’m like a Magpie that steals all that glitters in the orbit of my inspirations in life. Music is my key. It unlocks my thought processes and this is evident throughout all my work. I don’t have any profound plans – I just write – just as I am now- letting the words reveal something. Jason Brummell the author of two fantastic Mod Fiction novels All About My Girl and All Or Nothing which are available Here at Suave Collective Publishing very kindly provided a foreword too this book. His foreword which I am providing for you to read in a moment shows my love of Jazz which is evident in the rhythms of my writing – although Blues music is mainly the subject matter for this collection- or I should say topics found in great Blues tunes but not exclusively – for there are also -post Brexit and semi political poems revealing my unhappiness of the state of life these days – but that does not mean to say that this collection is completely maudlin or just one big whinge about the state of things. For there are as always elements of hope and change in my work. Here is the complete foreword to this book which is available to buy now from Amazon

Foreword

I feel I’ve known Jason, a lifetime although in truth possibly just a couple of years. He has an appreciation of the finer cuts of cloth in life and wears his passions on his well tailored sleeves. He is sincere and empathetic and like much in his life he does it for the simple pleasure of it and hopes that it reaches out and connects. Perhaps that’s why I feel I’ve known him longer; his poetry and his word play lay his thoughts bare, it is Unashamed in its emotional nakedness.We used to call this “Honesty” perhaps an increasingly old-School virtue, now somewhat lost amid the machinations of political smokeand media mirrors and an unresponsive population happy to be spoon-fed both false idols and villains.

Jason’s word play takes its lead from the late 50’s Beats, with a knowing nod to the Liverpool poets of the 60’s but isn’t confined to the past. It’s about the here and now, the free and the how to be, with it’s deft interplay of. meter. and. space. that is…

…equally reminiscent….

…of modal shifts…

… in Modern…

…Jazz (another clear passion)

… no wonder when the same raw “feel” and spiritualism that drove Coltrane and Miles to peel back the layers of grime and let the purest of light illuminate and cleanse the darkest worlds and minds. Jason’s poetry attempts the same and much like his Jazz idols attempt to shed a positive call for change rather than raging against an uncaring machine. Sometimes the reach is too far, but the words remain as they are… for that is truth…

…. that is honesty

Jason Brummell August 2016

Lastly

I feel it only be right I share one of my poems from this collection. Naturally I understand poetry doesn’t have a huge market – but if you like what you have read in this blog – feel free to comment and maybe treat yourself or someone to a copy of this book which I am proud of.Here is Songs of Blues

Something I wrote whilst listening to Howlin’ Wolf

Songs of Blues play on the highways

Making waves in your mind

Makingwavesinyourmind

Takingyoursoulonajourneytounwind

Stop!

Wait a minute!

Rewind.

The Blues tell you a story

One that is defined

Making a tale of sadness

Head along a new road

A road of understanding

Whereas the Blues man sings

A life takes wings

Harsh tales of love and sacrifice

Being down and out

The oppression

Depression

A lesson.

A lover scorned

A Devil’s doom warned.

Dangers

Deceptions of the heart.

All brought together by guitars and harps –

And howling Wolves.

Maudlin moments of acknowledgement

Making your head nod

To a beat of repetition

And the call and response of a spiritual.

Oh baby do you understand?

Do you know where I’m coming from?

Be it a field or a chain gang.

And alleyways of desolated moonshine.

The Blues are here and now

Listen or it don’t mean a thing.

Don’t take your superstition

With the derision

Of the gloom.

Hear the light and shade.

Appreciate the good things.

Yes!

Just move on.

Take your soul in a journey to unwind.

Respite of The Blues

You can be on top of the world when you are feeling blue. Juxtaposed tunes of driving rhythm with lyrics of sad lives.

Yeah

That’s The Blues

Hearing of lives messed up as mine

U-turns

To a time from before

But memories perspiring from every pore.

I’m just a pore boy.

You see?

Stop!

Wait a minute!

Rewind

Something is

Making waves in my mind.

Soon I’ll have another story –

You’ll see.

No master how hard life can be.

Jason Disley (2016)

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