How the Heart Hardens

You move around like a fish,
searching for possibilities.

You should invest in failing.
Invest in losing. You should

create a room to get lost in,
a room where you lose names.

Don’t ask why something meant
something to you. That’s actually

not such a nice way to grow up.
If you go to bed with French fries,

you will lie there, thinking about
what it means. You have to be

the beast. There is a child world
that needs to be destroyed.

Howie Good, 2017

Remixed works:
Hyperallergic article

The King Cannot Hold

Antique and vast things fall apart,
shattered upon the world.
The blood-visage lies loosed,
wrinkled innocence is drowned,
the best of passions survive.
Some lifeless revelation troubles the heart.
Somewhere, the head of a man is moving its shadows.
The darkness drops these words:
“Know my name, my works, my nightmare.”
Remains of that boundless beast
stretch to be born.

Erin Marie Hall, 2017

Remixed works:
Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Second Coming, by William Butler Yeats

Something Sweet

(from “Liner Notes”)

Once struck, consider the immediate
unmentionable somewhere else.
Time plays pulse. Gasses
trumpet soul sense
often impenetrably abstract.
Little seems intact in the
unison of fragments
no matter the incredible
capable as an instrument.
He’s in & suddenly in pieces
every time at the same time.
Reasons invoke responses
is what he says. Different kinds of ways.
Chime some lucid sounds in a
different context, an incredible range
of men appear in sequence-
like effect, muscularly individual,
playing phrases rabidly. Freedom
hangs in the air. This country puts
you down for it.

Roger Hecht, 2017

Remixed work:
Liner Notes for Eric Dolphy’s Out to Lunch, by A.B. Spellman

In Three Colors

(from “Liner Notes”)

Moved & spontaneous
in the early days,
notes precisely notated
got too far, cannot play them
up & be held down.
Success discovered a framework
a feeling that goes
high on mental score.
Used where a particular mood
moves, he feels
chords
hoping to blow
actual different
rows of notes,
lines according to acting methods
each with a familiar flavor—
say, freedom—anxiously
moaning, repetitive,
inuadible under churchlike pressure, a-
nother integral part of the play
given this projective flash
unexpected in 1959, or
so ago.

Roger Hecht, 2017

Remixed work:
Liner Notes for Charles Mingus’ Mingus Ah Uhm, by Diane Dorr-Dorynek

Jekyll

(from “Liner Notes”)

More choicely plucked
in fact or tone
like fat green olives.
Exuberant technical gift
sparked off the hand.
The word cool on muted horn.
Observe how he handles what
no mariner is more capable of.
Effects breathe
such strong sense, a roisterous
Mississippi slap, two fisted.
It was admirably carried
like a burden for
example, or a foot, that was
strongly chorded under its own steam
discovered like shot silk.
Accent of experience.
Velvet guts on a repeated note.
In it the emotion has been contained.
Such range. One has to listen.

Roger Hecht, 2017

Remixed work:
Liner Notes for Miles Davis’ Milestones, by Charles Edward Smith

And the Angels Sing

(from “Liner Notes”)

Going through the minded world it is
obvious what is never heard.
In fact, it is triumphant.
Now the walls blow
group duets, turning
power    into reason,
like beat & baseline confirm
abbreviation,
chant, & organized moonlight.
Even the strolling city gained
something swift: wizardry,
hard brass surprising
earlier outings down the
range. It is a
brilliant turning,
a zitherless
line, a melancholy
piñata in
ever mocking
rain, hinted in earlier
translation.

Roger Hecht, 2017

Remixed work:
Liner Notes for Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass’ !!Going Places!!,
by Charles Champlin

Tangled Up

(from “Liner Notes”)

Breeding greed, the
land where
old America
only faintly hearing
dreams in the shadows
on walls.
No politician anywhere.
The sign posts
hard, cold-blooded,
embracing night & wind.
To state things plainly.
Riverbanks bouncing
against the
chaos of feeling.
Kiss her, or
speak of regret,
dignity, generosity.
You’re making love to her–
Listen, if we work at it
art tells us what to feel:
not to remain a boy

Roger Hecht, 2017

Remixed work:
Liner Notes for Bob Dylan’s Blood on the Tracks, by Pete Hamill