man
like it was
cool
like an ice box
left open
in the heat
as the jazz
oozed
out in statico beats
of non-conformity
to the jive
laid down
by the suits
that live in black an white
laced straight
world
without soul
or
knowing
of the flamboyant
dreams
billowed by the wind
of night.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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I never much liked progressive jazz, but anything related to the blues always grabbed my attention.
Ron