...Margins...

A while ago, I had an idea that I thought might be fun. I thought that I would share it with you guys and see if it might be something collaborative that would be interesting enough to do together via this blog. I was thinking how almost everything in life can be viewed differently, and that the differing views can each have truth within them, as well as, error. My idea was to pick a topic and write two pieces based on the differing perspectives- one from each side of the subject- creating the margins of the topic and finding truth somewhere in between. I am including one that I wrote, as an example....it's based on jazz. I don't know if this would interest anyone, but maybe one of us could pick a topic and two others could "marginalize" it. Just an idea.
I made the drawing above, for my buddy, EJ's, trombone recital in Boulder, Co, where he is attending grad school. I thought that trombone fit nicely with the jazz theme. Let me know if this sounds fun.

...FREE JAZZ...

Can you really be free?

Or does that just mean-

Unreceivable,

Intolerable,

Untranslatable-

The abrasiveness of

Coarse nails on the

open slate of my thoughts?

Is it not the very restraint

that-

Intertwines,

Fellowships,

Communicates?

Jazz...

Without ringing-

Freedom blasts,

Emancipated tones.

There is no other

way to speak openly.

Life happens-

Blades of grass,

carving

the sidewalked slabs of my mind.

Groomed by no hand-

Usurping,

Ungoverned,

Flourishing.

...Jazz