Kazzrie Jaxen in between worlds — October 21, 2o10 — photo by Jim Gale
SHIMMERING FISH
One of my favorite daydreams is of a jet airliner flying through the night with all the passengers sitting in lotus deep in meditation. Can the Buddha have ever imagined such a thing? It has been said that our purpose in this life is to move ourselves closer to the angelic state, to make ourselves ready for transcendence. To be as good a person as you possibly can in all ways.
This poem sequence begins in the quotidian and moves to the ineffable. From the everyday things to the far out. Here’s what Kazzrie says: “Yes, that’s what I mean, the first two poems are the entranceway — they’re perfect — from the mundane to the mystical — you start with the ordinary — the backyard — nail fungus — and end up in the vast glacial expanse — the whole sequence is a journey — the dive always happens for me after the third poem ——— it’s one of the things I love about the sequence: You’re on land, then suddenly swept into a vast sea ——– how silences are as much a part of it, the words and notes (or passing cars fading into space, or “beep-beeps” from distant stars)”
To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see
heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm
of your hands, and eternity in an hour
— William Blake
The music for the sequence “Undulations Water & Clouds” was purely free improvised in-the-moment creations as the poems unfolded, in some instances the next poem was foreshadow’d by the music. Kazzrie is quite amazing in that. This was the first set of the concert.
The concert was at the Outpost Performance Space in Albuquerque, New Mexico —- the CD available from > www.newartistsrecords.com
— Mark Weber
13jan2o14
Kazzrie & me — October 21, 2o10 — photo by Jim Gale
Kazzrie Jaxen & Mark Weber — October 21, 2o10 — photo by Jim Gale
My wife Janet brought the flowers — October 21, 2o10 — Kazzrie Jaxen & Mark Weber — photo by Jim Gale
Much of the time Kazzrie’s hands do not touch the keys in classical formation — they hover a few inches over the keyboard until her fingers decide to flash & pirouette — quite different than anything I’ve seen before — at times she gets this strumming harping sound that moves into huge roaring harmonic waves (a lot of pedal work going on) — photo by Jim Gale
Kazzrie’s ayurvedic dosha is Vata — she says that means she should eat warmed food, not cold. They say I’m a Pitta — photo by David Bach
Kazzrie Jaxen — photo by David Bach
Libretto: Undulations Water & Clouds
1
over our tea and coffee
this morning
after I had thrown out the coffee grounds
…………………onto our yard, as is my wont
and after sitting there thinking about it
……………………….for a minute while
Janet finished reading a medical magazine
………essay on onychomycosis (nail fungus)
I said, “I wonder how much those coffee
…………..grounds effect the yard?”
and she said she read somewhere that it was
……………….not good
and I said, “Huh, my intuition is that it
………..would be good, certainly wouldn’t hurt,
that more various ingredients add to the soil”
she said she agreed
then I said, “Well, I could be wrong, in fact,
…..I have probably been more often wrong in
…..life than right,” Ha ha ha
2
could I ever really explain
…………………..anything?
ever?
it’s not that you become less
…………sure of yourself with age
or that nothing makes sense anymore
it’s that most everything is con-
nected to everything else and
depending on your angle of approach
everything could be right
or wrong
or, more correctly, as the Buddhists
have pointed out: not so dualistic
as you were once led to believe
3
ON BREATHING DOWN THE SPINE
the wind is blowing this morning
it will be a windy day in Albuquerque
after a short meditation
Cypresse, our teacher
says to feel the breath
through your body like
the wind through a hollow bamboo cane
to breathe quietly and deeply
and as you do, “you become lighter —
all of this, ” she says
“becomes available to you
as the wind goes through your body”
and the wind through the town
and across the desert
and over the mountains
and into the sky
OM
pur na ma da
pur na mi dam
pur nat purna mu dachyate
pur nasya purnamadaya
purna me va va shashyate
OM
[Sanskrit]
Everything is perfect
All is perfect in its plenitude
That plenitudes arise one upon another
And when this plenitude ceases to exist
the plenitude that will replace it will be perfect
4
swirling gas rhythms
recombinations superimposed
fragmented
matter intensity
oceans serene & divine
……….receiving the sun
tranquil & random
……..elliptical contracting gravitational interior
angular momentum
orbits & collisions
vast rotating generations
vaporized & swarming
sequestered interstellar space complexities
spaceborn echoes & ingredients
biological geometry zodiac
particles abundant
kindled & humble firmament
ultimate & eventual
5
Simply lift your arms overhead
hold them there for 3 or 4 deep breaths
stretch only mildly, just at the “edge”
as we say — this is not an exertion
Now, mindfully scan the body
see where any muscles might be tense
where your breath might be caught
The Witness could now tell the mind
to release those tensenessments
breathe
I am still learning how to breathe
This is called waking the body up
……….Undulations water & clouds
……….lush sonic waves & undercurrents
……….blue blending deeper blue
……….clouds dividing & spreading outward
……….rolling landscape merging wide
……….pools & rivers & lakes & oceans
……….blue blending into sky
……….sun shimmers across the sea
……….wavelet tides lapping beaches
……….crystalline sand
yoga is the pathway to quietude
6
you hadn’t expected it
you never do
light as a daisy
the morning becomes electric
out of the blue
this kind of news usually
makes its way to you by way of telephone
news doesn’t seem like the right word
for what buckles your knees
this thing of death
the odd way we don’t expect it
the sad way we have to sit down
the way the clock slows around
how heavy the chair seems
7
Such subtleties —
leave it to yoga
………to direct our attention to merely standing —
I mean, how often do you
………ever stand straight up
………………………..in perfect symmetry?
we call it Tadasana
………mountain pose, or
……………just “mountain”
in New Mexico we have an abundance
………………………of mountains
big glorious punch holes in the sky mountains
we yogis like to stand on them
……………in Tadasana
standing in mountain on the mountain
standing with the mountain inside of us
opening our mouths in Om the mountain
flies out and is carried by hummingbirds
…………………..to the Rio Grande
8
Maybe one of the ancient forgotten
and lost gods was Symmetry?
Not so much as a characteristic
but wholly embodied as a writhing
equilateral perfectly balanced non-
dualistic irrefutable truth
Simply so: we bow to Symmetry
In jazz, a popular saxophone
of the 30s, 40s & 50s was the
Super Balanced Action
…………a Selmer product, both alto
……………………………..and tenors
Maybe that saxophone is God?
If so, that’s one mellow
…………..lighter than air God
9
It is the wind
…………that carries you
sailing through valleys, blowing
……………….across the oceans
the wind is part of that
………………thing that wants you to
……………………have a good life
the twinkling summer leaves
………in a garden of tumbling vegetables
the wind is cosmic nourishment
full of light and fate
10
(glacier)
We went north that year
following the birds
…………….the burning cloud
across many waters
to the wide summer tundras
we were the only people
……………among the herds
…………antlers, feather & bone
along the edge of ice
………..tall like mountain
no trees up here in this expanse
only the birds
and waterfalls from the sky
these glaciers, crumbling, groaning beast
screaming shocks, fumaroles of snow dust
we are at the end of the earth
the night flutes become our arrows
shot into the beyond
ring of fire stones
another song
I asked Kazzrie if she considers herself a Taoist. “I don’t really think about it that way — more like a qigong practitioner, a student of Nature — I’m drawn to the early Taoists, the ones who were into nature and cultivating a relationship with the cosmos” — photo by Jim Gale
Mark Weber — October 21, 2o10 — Outpost Performance Space — photo by Jim Gale
The second set was mostly solo Kazzrie, because I wanted my New Mexico friends to experience her music — these 3 photos by Jim Gale show Kazzrie after she finished playing Charlie Parker’s “Confirmation” in 2nds!
Outpost Performance Space — October 21, 2010 — Steven Schmidt’s recording rig — Simon Welter at the soundboard — Kazzrie at the Steinway — photo by Jim Gale
The ever-thoughtful Tom Guralnick, general manager of the Outpost, surprised us with a chocolate cake afterwards — it was Kazzrie’s birthday on October 17th and mine was the 21st — photo by Jim Gale
Kazzrie Jaxen & Mark Weber
A Million Shimmering Fish
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Kazzrie Jaxen: piano | Mark Weber: poems Recorded Live at Outpost Performance Space, Albuquerque, NM, U.S.A., October 21, 2010. Recording engineer: Steven Schmidt. Mastering: Dana Duke, Big Twig Studios, Roscoe NY. Photographs: Jim Gale. Design: JB Bryan.
Tracklist: 1 – 10. Undulations Water & Clouds poem sequence [38:40] EarthWaterFire 11. Timebounce [6:46] 12. Catharsis [3:13] 13. How Deep is the Ocean [10:31] 14. Encore [1:23]
An evolution of gratitude to Mark for the silent spaces between the thoughts, words, and poems from which this concert arose; to Tom Guralnick for planet Outpost, base camp to parallel dimensions; to Janet Simon for divine hospitality and terrestrial support; to the audience of Dreamers who dove into the cosmic womb with us; to Steven Schmidt for discerning notes and words from satelite beeps; to Dana Duke for adding shine; to Jim Gale and JB Bryan for manifesting design; and to the playful Universe, for having that car zoom by after Poem #4, conjuring a rocket ship vanishing into outer space, or a long forgotten inner galaxy… Kazzrie Jaxen
Isn’t it regeneration that surrounds us completely in this life? This evening herein was merely a little speck of the flickering oscillations of on-going regeneration – cycles of life ever-unfolding like looking into a kaleidoscope tumbler or watching mandelbrot fractals uncoiling and gyrating – regeneration, rotation, undulating force field Kazzrie determined to rebirth right before our eyes, apotheosis, (coincidently, we were born only days apart, this night during those natal points) – this concert seems like it was ages ago, ancient, the flow of the cosmos giant roar, we all tumbling in kaleidoscope rejuvenator… Mark Weber
MW & Dana Duke at mastering session for Shimmering Fish — Big Twig Studios, Roscoe, New York — photo by Kazzrie Jaxen — August 8, 2o11
Kazzrie and her magical trees on the road alongside the Delaware River, Callicoon NY — August 7, 2011 — photo by Mark Weber
This is what you look like when you hold an Olympus 35RC at arm’s distance and try to take your own picture — this was at Kazzrie’s insistence just before I drove her to airport to fly home to Callicoon — October 22, 2o10 at Studio 725 immediately following our duet session of piano + hubcaps some of which eventually found their way onto my cd Six Times Around The Sun (Zerx o80)
Kazzrie Jaxen playing my piano at Studio 725 — October 20, 2o10 — photo by Mark Weber
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The 2nd set was solo Kazzrie
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1. “Confirmation” (Charlie Parker)
2. “There Will Never Be Another You” dedicated to her friend Connie Dean
3. “Shine the Warrior’s Heart” (KJ)
4. “Jaunty Blues” (KJ)
5. “Leave Me” (Lennie Tristano line on Love Me or Leave Me)
6. “317 E. 32. Street” (Tristano line on Out of Nowhere)
7. “Lennie’s Pennies” (LT)
8. “The Man I Love” (George & Ira)
9. “Catharsis” (KJ)
ADD Mark Weber
10. “Time Bounce”
11. “How Deep is the Ocean?” (Irving Berlin)
12. The Happy Birthday Thing
NOTES on Glacier (Poem 10)
When the ice receded after the last Ice Age 30,000 years ago the glaciers were a mile high and the sound they made was deafening, huge thunderous cracks and groans — and the treeless fertile tundra left behind was fecund with life and the animals followed this new tundra during the spring and summer because there was a lot to eat, and so, humankind followed them as well for the hunting was good — it is said that waterfalls cascaded from the tops of the glaciers —–
A few years ago Janet and I visited the Ruby Mountains of Nevada right under a topside glacier that had a waterfall down to the valley where we were camped.
ECCENTRIC
VARIETIES
INEFFABLE
SENSATIONS
INFINITE
PIGMENTS
UNIVERSAL
ELEPHANTS
The Best!!!!!!!!!!
snowdust fumaroles… wow.. I am there sitting aside you,, love, feeling the lift upward.. coffee morning to nirvana midnight to dawn’s early light of clemency..
right or wrong… does it matter?
love the pix..
Dig . . . lovely . . . I’m feeling it man!
i’m always mesmerized by kazzrie jaxen’s music and mark’s poetry is incredible, yeah, but good god where did he get those pants and can i have them when he’s done with them?
I am presently reading Ronald Baatz’s latest collection of poetry BIRD STANDING (Blind Dog Press, 2013)
—– this book is haiku —-
Ronald is one of America’s greatest poets, between him and Fred Voss and Joan Jobe Smith (who was a go-go-dancer at the Whisky-A-Go-Go and who did the twist to the Doors!) and JB Bryan, and Micki Myers, and Ron Androla, the story of America (Micki is from England but lives in Pittsburgh), is being told.
Mark, Klaus, and Cal — A million shimmering thank-you’s for this beautiful webpage/poempage. It conveys the magical feeling of the concert — the arc of the shamanic journey we took — with Mark as our guide — the alchemical brew of poetry and music, silence and sound, serious and whimsy, yoga and qigong, yang and yin, pitta and vata, blue striped pants and universe skirts, zooming cars and birthday cakes, the fiery bouquet and the shimmering fish — water and fire — wow — we were thoroughly, alchemically “cooked” in the cauldron of The Outpost that night!
A nod to the wonderful people of Albuquerque who were so warm and welcoming, and to Janet, Tom, Steve, Jim, David, and Dana.
And a big, cosmic thank-you to Mark. Through the lens of his original mind and his incredible poetry, writings, photos, radio shows, bands, hubcaps, performances, archiving, books, cds, thoughts, etc, etc, the story of the multi-dimensional universe is being told.
Oops! I left JB (graphic designer extraordinaire, among other things) out of my list of “nods.”
And an extra special thanks to Steve for the recording, and to Steve and Mark who worked for hours on the initial mix — several people have commented on the beauty of the sound.
And Jim and David — your photos are amazing.
Kazzrie has been on the western marches for years, she was doing yoga when I was still among the lotus eaters, adrift on the borderlands, floating around in the fog —— my name derives from the same Old English (Anglo Saxon) word for borderlands: mearc.
That’s what I mean by “western marches” it equals “borderlands.” Interesting how these words evolve. A thousand years ago to say you were on the Mark was to be on the Marches (borderlands) keeping watch. Kazzrie stayed with us four days during October — I took her to one of my yoga classes — she eats a lot of eggs, fried or scrambled, hard-boiled — one morning she mixed cottage cheese with her oatmeal, very weird —- (that rivals Michael Vlatkovich’s predilection for pouring grape juice over his corn flakes) —- she talks of certain foods being “grounding” or “calming” —— at the Montanita food co-op she bought cultured goat yogurt and millet bread, avoiding gluten ——- Kazzrie’s mother Mary was raised in Nashville —– her father was a violinist who actively played in string quartets, when he wasn’t busy at his day job as a physicist — as a child Kazzrie started out on a little Schroeder piano —- I was impressed with how well she protected her health, both physical and psychic
This is a great recording of a glorious concert!
i was at that concert and wrote this impression of it just after:
what a beautiful show
& more a primal call and response
than just trading fours, as if you were
trading instead whole moments of awareness
thank you beautiful friends
Speaking as one enthralled with the myriad forms of western mysticism from ecstatic Kabbala to Islamic sufism I have to say eastern disciplines like Buddhism and yoga make me as nervous as a cat in a dog pound. But in spite of that this collaboration strikes me as a profound blending of two souls and a golden moment in time. The fact that Kazzrie is dressed to the nines and Mark looks like he’s waiting for a ride after being released from a rehab clinic is of no importance.