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Improvijazzation Nation poetry - Issue # 65
CALL for SUBMISSIONS!!!
ALL artists! I am very, VERY happy to announce that IMPROVIJAZZATION NATION is ACCEPTING SUBMISSIONS again. I have been granted a (possibly long-term) stay of execution for my trip to Iraq. I will still be traveling all over the U.S., so new issues may be a little less timely, but (as always), we will review your materials as soon as possible after we receive them. Look at the guidelines for submission below, please:
MUSIC: All formats accepted. Snail mail to: Zzaj Productions, c/o Dick Metcalf, 5308 65th Avenue, Lacey, WA 98513 The only criteria for music you submit is that it MUST HAVE high performance energy... if you submit lacklustre material, it will be reviewed accordingly
POETRY: Poems are accepted for publication ONLY via e-mail. Poems submitted in any other fashion will NOT be published. Poetry that includes some reference to music is granted first priority for publication.
BOOKS: We will review some books; books about music are PREFERRED. We will NOT return any books submitted for review. Snail them to the address listed above for MUSIC.
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skull scan
exploring
the skeletal anomalies
of my 3-D skull.
linked to a computer
searching - searching - searching
for lost cells.
eyeing my grey matter.
sitting in a chemical clean
gel-walled womb.
temperature constant.
air pure.
Light a Kubrick white
except my eyes and
the hot infra-red screen.
scanning the scan.
input memory
to wonder where I am.
where we are
connected by dissection.
still searching for
soul.
- Timothy Jos. Nelson
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Saltcellar
You said I was below the salt.
Disproportionate:
If you were the base
I was the acid.
No harmony in our salt box.
Imbalance of electropositives
and electronegatives.
Unsavory and unsalvageable.
Few saltatory moments.
Except for the one we rubbed
in salt.
A belated beautiful salvation.
- Timothy Jos. Nelson
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autistic
I S C R E A M
because You
overload Me
the world overloads Me
with images,
sounds:
chimes, bells, dings, buzzes,
rings, yells, talking, talking, whispers,
baby crying, why is baby crying
I spell my name with
my hands
it makes sense to me
Your words come too loud
too fast
too soon
too often
the music, the beat
the rhythm rocks Me
I rock into comfort
sense only the music,
My body rocking,
fingers dancing before My eyes
You can be Me with the music
the rocking
like the pendulum of time
swinging rocking swaying
I am dizzy with life
I smile
hold me! let Me go!
let Me rock, rock
replay My memory
out loud
to You:
ocean, candy, fries, Jim
baby crying, laughing,
ride a long time
I can't forget
you - I replay Your movie
moving in My mind
I have new friends
now.
- Timothy Jos. Nelson
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Imagination Train
My brain is a superphysical
imagination train
rolling enduringly along
well-traveled tracks.
Bluesmen live in my soul.
Dogs bark at my passing,
afraid of my energy.
Cities and towns falling
behind as I move forward
to the setting sun.
This day gone but just
begun.
This train never stops,
clacking along,
riding iron rails,
through tunnels of dreams,
and over bridges to new
possibilities.
- Timothy Jos. Nelson
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