Poet and broadcaster Jason Crane, who moved from Albany last year, is trying to bring back his acclaimed podcast, The Jazz Session, and he needs your help.
Our good friend and Albany poet (even though he lives in NYC now) Jason Crane is taking his amazing jazz interview show, The Jazz Session, on the road. He will be traveling throughout this great country interviewing musicians and reading his poetry along the way. Here is where he will be and how you can help Jason make this tour happen.
practice apocalypse / little boy / camo pants / Spidey socks / feathery hair / dirty nails / red cheeks / mixed teeth / front gap / deer shirt / legs crossed / on bed / killing zombies
It’s National Poetry Writing Month! A poem a day, each day in April. This poem was made using one of Charles Bernstein’s experiments: Acrostic chance: Pick a book at random and use title as acrostic key phrase.
where I’m loving Brooklyn “I’m having one of those days where I’m loving Brooklyn so much” we were walking down 5th Ave when she said it, bellies full of sushi noses full of blooming magnolias (we thought the plant on our window sill was a lilac but it wasn’t) “and you” she added, holding my […]
the Jewish girls are running the Jewish girls are running long black skirts fanning out behind them long dark pony tails flapping against their understated sweaters they’re laughing, these anachronistic young women speaking Hebrew shouting to one another in voices they’ll soon lose not far away, their future selves are pushing strollers filled with the […]
two turtles on a rock a robin watching, feet just beneath the surface of this little pond in a corner of Prospect Park there’s a fallen-down half-sunken wooden fence overgrown with vines / a newer metal fence keeps everyone this close to nature but no closer the pond has a bend in it but it’s […]
throw down your sock, Allen: an East Village bestiary 1. sit on the church steps, she says see that building across the street? that’s where Ginsberg lived I don’t cry, but I could just think of the poets who stood on this East Village sidewalk, yelling up to the fourth floor for Allen to throw […]
kissing you at the bus stop the rain had been threatening all day making good on its promise briefly at the bus stop you leaned back against the brick wall on 10th Ave (“bobby & gabby 4ever”) so I could kiss you / slide my hands through your hair from the nape of your neck […]
here is what is here wooden end table used as a temporary desk: gold buddha statue, full lotus position (due to longstanding flirtation with Buddhism) microsoft wireless mouse and keyboard (despite a general distaste for that company) logitech speaker system with subwoofer (because I couldn’t stand not hearing bass) system 76 laptop computer running ubuntu […]
skreeks & skronks plectrum scraping against metal wire string theory: indeterminate length you take two bodies & mash their atoms collisions yielding energy / heat / light what if I gave you this & you kept it? one note in the bass arpeggio above we assimilate Italian terms because we have no adequate words to […]
which I should be for you. I celebrate myself and, I am assuming that you are you expect, each atomille, which belongs to me if a good is for you. In my heart, and, by inviting Loafe loafen helppoudessani. . . . Summer viewing spear grass. / / / I celebrate myself and, I expected […]
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