Stateside Dreaming…

Those of you who have read my previous posts, know that I am inspired by the Beat Generation. I have mentioned the likes of Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg et al in more than one article over the years. I don’t know why I always come back to the Beats. But, I often do. I suppose it’s that identification, with lonesome travellers, mavericks and people who want to dig everything. Get their kicks and be totally themselves.

My first introduction to The Beats, like many was the novel On The Road,

Pan cover for On The Road by Jack Kerouac

It opened my eyes to many things. I was a teenager, I was discovering my own taste in things. Because of this book I really began to appreciate Jazz, I also understood the need for kicks. I had yearnings, and wanted to live a life that was exciting, where I could appreciate everything that I experienced. Now, the point of this blog post today, is that since last Monday, whilst staying at home thanks to the Covid 19 Pandemic, I have been sorting many things out at home. Getting rid of junk, and whatnot. I found in in a shoebox a stack of papers. Some of which were half finished stories, others were original poems – all written twenty or more years ago.

One was the start of a short story or novella. I haven’t yet decided what it will be just yet. But, upon reading what I had, I found that I had a desire to rewrite it. The project I have subsequently called: Stateside Dreaming

It is the tale of a young man living in the North of England, who wants to experience America. He has a mundane, low paid job, he is an avid reader and more importantly a dreamer. He is also obsessed with the novel On The Road. (Sounds familiar?) Anyway, the tale opens with him quitting his job, and spontaneously heading off on his journey of discovery. The story then descends into a number of dreamlike episodes, some are disjointed like dreams can be, some are nightmarish, others are clear and focused reinforcing his ideas and decisions.

Whether the project will have legs. I don’t know. But, for the moment I am inspired to work on it, whilst also working on other things.

Stateside Dreaming, Jason Disley’s new writing project.

The main thing when you are staying at home, is finding other ways to travel, and, this is mine. Stay safe, and look out for a new article next Monday.

JD.

My Debut Album: Speakeasy

Speakeasy by Jason Disley – Available now!

It is now available! The spoken word album that began as a concept back in 2016.

When I was approached after sharing a poem on a popular social network, and asked if I would like to record something. I jumped at the opportunity. It was something that had never really crossed my mind. But, as soon as it was proposed, I thought – yes! So then Rick Blackman – the musician and producer who had proposed the idea – and I got to work on teaming up original compositions with my poetry. So it began – a fulfilling and exciting period of creativity. It was a project that was done over long distance. Rick lived up in the north west of the UK and I lived in the South West. But with the use of today’s technology we were soon able to work well together, swapping ideas and doing our best to create an interesting body of work. Both Rick and I love music and have an affinity with various styles of music. Both of us are interested in the history of British subcultures, especially the mid twentieth century. This is reflected in some of the music on the album. There are many nods to those periods. There is also a very European feel to it, and with one track – Breathless there is a real sense of French cinema in the music. In fact Breathless is read in French by Gabriela Giacoman – the lead singer of the French band French Boutik. Serge Hoffman, also of French Boutik also adds his voice at the start of the album, supplying and setting the scene with an introduction that allows the listener to imagine the album has been recorded live in a club in Paris.

To add to this, fellow writer Jason Brummell has kindly written a fictional scene as a foreword to the twelve page booklet that is included with the CD.

When Adam Cooper, the head honcho at Heavy Soul Records heard the demos and agreed to releasing the album. You can imagine how thrilled I was. This was an incredible moment. I was at the beach with my family when I received the call. You can imagine how I was when I heard the news. I was jumping up and down in my swim shorts on the beach. Onlookers probably thought I was trying to invent a new dance! I was that elated. Even with the yes, due to the schedule and the album taking its place in the run of things, it took another year for this release date to arrive. In the meantime I have worked hard at improving my craft. Becoming more comfortable with performance, (I even host a regular spoken word evening called Speaky Blinders) and have written quite prolifically. Returning to these poems will be a joy as I endeavour to share what is on the album in the coming months.

Here is just one of the tunes off the album for you

The Weekend – from Speakeasy by Jason Disley with music by Rick Blackman

Buy Speakeasy here! Heavy Soul Records

More news about Speakeasy soon.

JD.

News: Chaos Reigns Supreme and a Heavy Soul…

Chaos Reigns Supreme

I am back!

And…

I have a new collection of poetry out! It will be officially launched on May 7th. I can’t wait to get it out there for people to read.

It has been a while since I have posted anything here – Something I should rightly apologise for. So, I am sorry. I promise not to take so lo g before I write something here again.

It has simply been, that I have been extremely busy of late, and, it really doesn’t look like the workload is going to change anytime soon either! Which is a good thing. Its good to keep busy. I have recently completed the sequel to my novel Seven Day Fool a book called Take It Or Leave It, It has been sent to the publisher. I have also been performing regularly at spoken word events. I recently took part in the Torbay March Of The Mods event at the end of last month, which saw as usual a group of like minded people helping raise money for the Teenage Cancer Trust, a very worthy cause.

As well as all that – I have collated the twenty five poems that are in this new collection. Chaos Reigns Supreme.

The book is titled after a poem I wrote and have performed a few times at spoken word events. It’s subject matter reflecting the current state of affairs in the UK, and Europe. Here is that very poem that inspired the collection.

Chaos Reigns Supreme (The Bongo Edit)

The collection isn’t all doom and gloom though. There is light and shade as it deals with many aspects of life. It doesn’t shy away from moral panics, but also looks at existence and the necessity of hope. Poems with titles such as Things Are Changing, and A Positive Flame, are in there, as well as poems such as Knife Crime, and If Poems Were Bullets. It is a collection that reflects society at a time when Chaos does seem to be everywhere. But, the truth is – there should always be a glimmer of hope. A voice of reason for us all. The book is my voice of reason, with honesty at its core. It is a book that apparently

Combines the rhythms of 1950s Beat Poetry, with a fresh look at modern life, and illustrates them brilliantly with his verse (Pulp Magazine)

The book can be ordered here:

Chaos Reigns Supreme by Jason Disley on Amazon

Heavy Soul!

At long last the wait for my debut album to be released is almost over. Adam Cooper the head honcho at Heavy Soul! Records confirmed recently that Speakeasy is the next album to be released on the label. The poems that are on this unique spoken word album were written many years ago. In fact a couple of them were in my first publication way back in 1996! So, finally sharing them via an album is a big deal for me. The music that accompanies them was written and produced by Rick Blackman. A man whose musicianship, knowledge and creativity is simply superb. He is a true modernist with always a view to moving things on, not standing still and takes those recognisable elements of the past and shapes them into wonderful new things. It has been an honour to do this collection. Which I have mentioned in various other articles I have written previously.

Heavy Soul Records 2019 releases

So, that is my news for now. Please feel free to purchase any of my books that are available online. Or contact me for info on performances etc.

Until the next time

All the best.

Jason.

P. S.

For more news about Heavy Soul go to

Heavy Soul! Records

They have some fantastic music available.

Jazzman flies on bluenotes but the Beat must go on…

John Jazzman Clarke and Jason Disley at the St Moritz Club in Soho.

Well here we are in August. Today’s blog starts with the sad news of a fellow poet who has passed away.

He was someone I only knew briefly. But, his entrance into my life has been profound. He was a kindred spirit. A lover of Jazz and The Beat Generation. He was anti establishment, despite – or maybe because – he worked in banking in the City of London in his younger life. But his love of Jazz and the hedonistic writing of the Beats made Jazzman John Clarke follow his own road. One full of discovery and zest. He seemed to have had at times a difficult life, but he never let it get him down. Instead he showed the verve and spontaneity of what he called himself – A Jazzman. His poetry drove along to rhythms I admired. I have listened to recordings he has done, and seen videos he is in. The charm of this excentric Shamanistic reveller never ceasing to amaze me. His conviction being so pure and free because he believed in what he was doing. I was introduced too him via the Internet by Chris Free from Mr Free Shirts and the Singer, Songwriter of the superb band – The Sound Of Popart. Whose latest album’s title The Beat The Beautiful And The Loaded could sum up John very easily. His words could be beautiful, and were often loaded with thought provoking statements. And he was always a true Beat as far as I was concerned. When John and I began to converse it was fantastic. Here I was – the lesser experienced performer, but someone who admired what I was hearing and seeing. His enthusiasm matched my own. He loved I had written books about Jazz and Blues music. From the conversations we had – it was only natural I ask him to write the foreword to my third book in a music trilogy. This book – Runaway Soul! saw him place an everlasting stamp on my life, because he very graciously said he would be honoured to do so.

Here is a snippet of what he wrote about my poetry:

“The words quickly draw you in with the staccato of repeated one-liners that proceed to propel and project the reader forward and all the while the poet’s unmistakable voice is present, laid bare, loud, clear and uncluttered.

Then, like a stray spark from a flame, urban reality kicks in… “

John Jazzman Clarke

Jazzman John Clarke performing.

For me he was a true British Beat Poet, his words will remain, but for now he is riding the phantom bus to bluenote heaven.

Phantom Bus on mixcloud.

Thank you for reading. Please look up John Jazzman Clarke and let his beat keep going on.

I know I will.

Jason Disley

Beating the hot weather with poetry and cool jazz along with the return of Speaky Blinders

So, we have been experiencing the best prolonged spell of decent weather since 1976 here in the UK. It has inspired many a writer I am sure. I know I have been writing quite a bit lately. So maybe it’s the happy place good weather can put you in, or in typical British style it gives us another topic to moan about. – “it’s too hot”, “I can’t stand the heat” etc are common gripes. One thing for sure in my life music always puts me in a better place, and Jazz is something that always brings a smile. It moves me. It really does. Some people are indifferent to Jazz, or can’t be bothered to listen properly to the nuances of jazz. To be able to focus on a part of a tune that takes the listener into different places before returning comfortably to its original melody.

For me it is cool jazz and modern jazz that I tip my hat to. I also enjoy bebop. Why? I am not sure. But, I think that after reading books like The Horn by John Clellon Holmes

The Horn by John Clellon Holmes

I have found myself transported into the coolness that Jazz brings. I so enjoy listening to the likes of Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Charles Mingus, Lee Morgan, Eric Dolphy et al that the whole coolness of Jazz has become just a little obsessive. The original Beat writers loved jazz too. So just like Kerouac and Neal Cassady I like to really dig the music, click my fingers in time to the rhythm nod my head or even just dance. It is something that just gets those endorphins going.

Anyway I have recently written a poem that I have simply called Jazz. Its a poem I wish I had written a couple of years ago and had included in my book. Jazz Poetry – Improvisations In Language

A book that is a collection of Jazz influenced poems that includes a Spotify play list. It is a poem I wish to share.

Jazz.

I am Jazz
I mean I am
The embodiment
Of a syncopated rhythm
I scatter
Like acorns on the breeze
I freeze and drop
Like beads of sweat
I dig beneath the skin
Raising hairs from within
I tremor with surprise
And melodic lies
I breathe
I live
I give
Honesty
In note form
Always trying to escape
What is perceived as the norm.
I comfort when the need arrises
Casting out nets to the wisest.
Capturing senses of promise and wonder
Taking listeners out and yonder.
For it is the beauty of
Jazz when
It is understood.
Whether it be through the mediums of brass, hide and wood.
That makes its presence feel good.

Dancing

Tapping

Parping
N’
Harping

Sometimes
Chanting

Even ranting

Messages subliminal or not
I am the music that can make you cool
When you are hot.
An
Evolution
Of sound
That climbs from the underground.
Whilst you are digging for that
Sublime sound.
Yeah
Thatz
Jazz.

©Jason Disley 2018

Speaky Blinders

August 21st sees the return of Speaky Blinders at Peaky Blinders Bar in Paignton.

It really is going to be a blinder! There are, already an amazing group of talented wordsmiths lined up and we have our first female headliner the wonderfully witty Samantha Boarer whose poetry is personal, graphic and often about sex or social inabilities and is guaranteed to raise an eyebrow and a smile. She has recently had her debut collection published by Burning Eye Books Real Grown-Up Women and is a highly recommended read.

There will be more news about events and other projects I am involved in over the coming month. But for now enjoy the weather and all that jazz! Plus Speaky Blinders is an open mic night. So if you are in the area and like to perform spoken word or tell a few jokes please pop down and join us! JD.

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)

Written or Spoken -words and the desire to resonate, demonstrate and be true. The wishes of a humble poet.

It is pretty obvious that writers want their work to do things that mean something to others, apart from themselves, and, it’s even more so true of poets. The wordsmiths who hope to reveal the very many facets of life in a concise manner that not only indicates and describes a notion, a feeling ,an object or subject – but, also manages to entertain. A good story sticks in the mind of the reader. A good poem? On the written page – it may if you’re lucky do the same. When it’s spoken? If it sounds good and has a rhythm and level of delivery that enriches the written word – it can resonate at the time. But, how quickly is it forgotten? How many times must an audience listen to a poem for it to really mean something? These are questions as a writer and poet I have asked myself a few times. It seems for the spoken word of a spoken word artist – it needs to be also read at some point by those that have enjoyed the performance. Then only then can the performance and the creator of the poem feel like they have succeeded with a particular body of work. Poetry is on the up these days. It’s an easily accessible form of art. Almost every city, town and village has some sort of poetry night happening. Even in the mainstream poetry has made a comeback. I say comeback- although in reality it’s always been there lurking, often in the shadows, but there nonetheless.My time as a performance artist is still fresh and new, so maybe my ideas have a naïveté due to a lack of experience. Although I do think I am right in thinking that whereas the spoken word artist has opened up poetry to a wider audience- getting people to purchase books is much, much harder. This though is actually the same when it comes to other forms of literature. Like in the 80s when video killed the radio star, the internet is making the purchase of a good book in hard copy a thing that is slowly diminishing. Future generations will be downloading or if possible listening. A sad fact that is true. Bookstores are not as prevalent in the high street as they used to be. Yet there are still thankfully voracious readers out there and many people wanting to write and create. So despite there being a change in markets the future of creative writing is still as rich as ever.

Here for your pleasure is both a video and the transcript of a poem from my new collection.

Benevolence

Benevolence is the

Virtue of the

Dharma Bum

Life on an open road

Becomes an

Alms race

Yes an

Alms race

But thankfulness

Makes both sides

Smile

The wisdom

Creates harmony

Which is only

Fractured by

A

Lack of understanding

Yes

A

Lack of understanding

As the mountain peak

Stands

On the

Shoulders of

Life itself

So does the respite

At the top

Gives rise

To clear minds

And freedom

That is not always

Clear in the forests

Of yesterday.

But revelations

Of harmony

Are always brief

Yes

Are Always brief

So live for each moment

And don’t be denied

A chance to breath

In a truth

That is always available.

Yes

That is always available

City nights

Nature trail days

Hear the music

A bird plays

Humming to the

Songs of

A beating heart

And an

Open mind.

Yes

And an

Open mind.

Remember

Benevolence

Is all about

Being

Kind.

Yes

Benevolence

Is all about

Being

Kind.

Songs of Benevolence & Rage my new collection is available now. Here from Amazon.I will be performing at Stanza Extravaganza on March 26th. Thanks for taking time to both read and listen. I hope my words resonate and reveal my naked honesty. JD.

The Existence of A Deadbeat and Kerouac style dreams

Those who know me – know I am a fan of Jack Kerouac and the whole Beat Generation idea of cool.

My poetry has many moments of Beat style homages and a naked yearning for that coolness that is lauded through rose tinted glasses and the smoke filled, Jazz loving hipness of that era of the fifties and sixties, when Jack ( Kerouac) and his friends Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs and other like minded souls sought out to find a meaning to life that was different from the way that the US establishment lead the rest of the world to believe life was, ( The American Dream) that was often portrayed as candy floss, station wagons, bubblegum and the nuclear family of : Husband, Wife and two point four children – living conventionally- the wife and mother being the house wife. The husband and father going to the office while the children went to school and perhaps played sports at the weekend. So they the “Beats” sought to show how life was not that seen depicted in a Mad Men advertising brochure but was in equal parts full of light and shade. Vibrant colour and the blackness of the horror’s that real life could bring. The post war realism and the idea of the Cold War leading to a common hysteria of an actual Atom Bomb hitting America. These writers acknowledged that hysteria and basically stuck two fingers up at the establishment and felt ” If we are going to die – at least let’s do it while having a good time!” So seeking kicks and a life full of experience, knowledge. and later a sort of spirituality they made their marks. Kerouac eventually gaining fame for the ultimate road trip novel On The Road, Ginsberg for Howl, and Burroughs for works like The Naked Lunch and Junky they paved the way for a way of looking at the world differently. Yes they were hedonistic, yes they could be shallow, drunk and possibly violent – but equally they were thirsty for knowledge in all areas. Whether it be sex, the colour of the sky on a Rocky Mountain peak, the conversations of strangers – the rhythm of a tune played by one of their Jazz hero’s. It didn’t matter. They had voracious appetites- and I am no different. Whereas they read books by Walt Whitman, Nietzsche, Baudelaire etc. I read the works left to us by the Beats- but like them I want to find wisdom and knowledge from other things also. So I read, write, converse with friends and live as full a life as I am able. For The Beat is not dead. The Cold War has returned. Spy scandals with Russian spies are back. The US and North Korea are attempting to cool or hoodwink the threat of Nuclear war – Europe is chaotic and my own nation is unsure of what it wants to do with itself. So it’s no surprise to me at this moment in time that I find myself having an affinity with writers, and artists I greatly admire. Their work is as relevant now as it was back in the fifties and sixties. I write unashamedly naked poetry that reveals how my mind works. I write spontaneously and with passion. Is my work any good? Only others can say – but opinions are not what I am after. I just tend to live the only way I know how- and my writing is just simply a part of that life. I dream of living a life full of great experiences and being able to write something that resonates – just how Jack’s work resonates with me. Here is one of my poems I wrote recently, a poem that inspired this article

The Existence of A Deadbeat

My life and the way I exist

Or have I got it the wrong way round?

How I exist and live

I seem to be ambling along on a road

Without end

Living a life which

Takes turns

Going round corners

That are not upon the road my life depends –

On the off beat

The Downbeat

And the upbeat

Digging

New instances

Experiencing something

Every day

Like a movie in my mind

Cool cool moments immortalised

On a screen inside my head.

And all the

While

The molecules enjoy a drive in

And the neutrons skip and skat

With a pa pa pa

Knowing

Knowing

The final credits

Will always roll with the wheels

Putt – putt – putting

Through the imagined

Neon of an indignant indigo night.

For life is a personal thing

Allowing directions to create maps

That are full of the purple haze of

A Hendrix confusion.

Only to be travelled

When eyes are open

And the elements

Let themselves be felt

By the way nature

Intended.

You may think

I’m a Deadbeat

Or that the

Beat is dead

But I tell you this

Counter cultures

Are back again

Actually they never even went.

They just didn’t shout for a while

As everyone else tried to travel a golden

Mile.

No the truth is

The Beat is not dead

For it pounds in my

Chest

And I have the heart to

Prove it.

So use your loaf

Daddy “O”

And wipe that Grime away

For

A Jean Paul Sartre style nausea

Is pervading the existence of a society

That is drawing upon

The tales of the past

To create new monsters

That shouldn’t exist.

Unless they are revolutionary.

Jason Disley (March 2018)

If you are interested in my books they are available fromAmazon If you wish to leave any comments about any of my blog posts please do. JD.

Jazz Poetry – Improvisations In Language

I am a Jazz fan, so it wasn’t a surprise when I wrote a collection of poetry that is influenced by a musical genre that has endured and still evolves. It was natural as a writer to write about a subject that you enjoy or know.

I was introduced to Jazz music from a young age, My Grandad had been a Jazz pianist, and no doubt was one of the reasons my Grandmother fell in love with him. Now I never knew my Grandad, but his legacy of an interest in music lingers even now. My Father was a fan of Louis Armstrong – thanks to music he was introduced too by his parents. At the age of eleven, because I wanted to impress my Father – I attempted to learn how to play the Trumpet – because of how my Dad would tell me what a fine musician his Father had been. Now -to cut a long story short. Playing the trumpet wasn’t really where my talent is. I do remember practicing for hours trying learn how to play Yankee Doodle Dandy. Simply because it was the tune my music teacher wanted me to learn. I think I may have put my parents off that tune for life! But, as I say, from a young age I was aware of Jazz,music and it’s power, and as I got older so I listened to moreof it. Initially it was Swing and crooners – but as I reached my teens I started to become aware of bebop and musicians such as Miles Davis, Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie et al.

I was also reading books by Jack Kerouac, William Burroughs, ETC. Jazz age novels also like The Great Gatsby by F Scott Fitzgerald and then because of the Beats I read The Horn by John Clellon Holmes. The world of Jazz clubs was intriguing and drew me in, and I have enjoyed elements of the Jazz scene ever since. In 2016 I wrote my first book of poetry that is part of a trilogy of music related collections. Jazz Poetry – Improvisations In Language . It is a collection of fairly spontaneous poems written using unusual and sometimes intricate rhythms that emphasise the relationship with jazz. Some of the poems are about musicians, some have subjects that lend themselves to the Jazz world and can be imagined as being spoken with a Jazz backing track. It’s clear to me that Jazz and The Beat Generation have had a great influence on my thought processes and the way I write.

Here is just one of the poems from the book.

Monk

Monk.

Scintillating

Rhythms

Turn your knees,

Sliding footsteps

As fingers hit the keys

Plonk Monk Plonk!

Stiff fingers defy dexterity

Bearded grin

Ivories reflected in the shades.

Monochrome and

Negative delight

As Round Midnight

Haunts the indigo waves

Transistor

Vinyl

Plays

A ballad

Of recognition.

Blue note Behatted

Cat that

Bopped the Boppers

And beat everyone else

To the archetypal Beat

That makes walking home

A moment to be wished away.

It don’t mean a thing

If it ain’t got that Plonk!

Monk

Plonkity Plonk dizzle dazzle

Tangle

You know what I mean?

That Cat’s keys are clean.

Jason Disley (2016)

Like jazz loving hip Beatniks of time gone by I have been seduced by an imaginary world of exotic nocturnal sense of coolness. I have evolved as I have got older – but the seduction of jazz and the worlds it creates are still there. The true cross cultural enjoyment of living and finding enjoyment amidst the chaos. The laid back savoir faire of coolness, or the racing rush of adrenaline given by a speeding excitement to the senses by a more upbeat tempo. Yes Jazz gives me enjoyment in some way no matter my mood. Hopefully the poetry in this collection captures that.

The book is available from various online retailers and

here

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News: Modernist Beat @ Stanza Extravaganza

My first headline gig after just over a year of performing!

Yes I am honoured to announce that I will be headlining at this month’s Stanza Extravaganza at the Artizan Gallery in Torquay, Devon. I will be reading a selection of poems from my new collection Songs of Benevolence & Rageplus other poems from previous collections with the addition of music. As well as my performance there will be performances from a number of local poets. Providing an eclectic mix of wonderful spoken word. For me this is a landmark opportunity as I never imagined a couple of years ago that I would have reached this point – or even have the confidence to do such a thing. Yet- here I am! Inspired by Beat Poets, I am actually following their lead and sharing my work not just through a written page – but actually by standing up and sharing my words in a much more resonating style. Robert Garnham has called me a ” laid back” performer. This maybe so as I am not a shouter – but I do like to think that my passion is evident in my words and delivery. Music plays a big part in my work. This will be evident on this evening as it is something that those who have seen me perform are aware of. Here is a video of one of the poems from my new collection:

This particular evening will also serve as my official book launch for Songs Of Benevolence & Rage

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