Coolidge Jazz
People I know and respect swear by Clark Coolidge. I just cannot wrap my head around it and he makes my head hurt when I try. I get a little feeling of dread every time I come across his name in a magazine TOC. I do not like to think very deeply or concentrate very hard; Coolidge forces you to do both. A deadly combination.
That said, I love the idea of Coolidge. Or I should say, my facile idea of Coolidge, which as a late John Coltrane to Kerouac's Charlie Parker. With jazz, I find myself gravitating towards Coltrane, but with poetry I will read some of Jack's Blues before I dig into Coolidge blowing. There is something there about how I listen vs. how I read or maybe further proof on how I do not really listen when I read.
A joint publication by Big Sky and Larry Fagin's Adventures in Poetry from 1975. 1000 copies. There are several available but Dworkin at Eclipse has loaded Polaroid as well: here.
I like the cover of this book because it makes me think of childhood. Not mine exactly but other man's, who I may have outgrown (I hope not!), which I read as I was myself leaving childhood and enjoyed very much.
JB
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