Charley
Parker, who recently died
Laughing
at a juggler on the TV
after
weeks of strain and sickness,
was
called the Perfect Musician.
And
his expression on his face
Was
as calm, beautiful, and profound
As
the image of the Buddha
Represented
in the East, the lidded eyes,
The
expression that says "All is well"
This
was what Charley Parker
Said
when he played, All is well.
You
had the feeling of early-in-the-morning
Like
a hermit’s joy, or like
the
perfect cry
Of
some wild gang at a jam session
"Wail,
Wop" Charley burst
His
lungs to reach the speed
Of
what the speedsters wanted
Was
his Eternal Slowdown.
A
great musician and a great
creator
of forms
That
ultimately find expression
In
mores and what have you.
Musically
as important as Beethoven,
Yet
not regarded as such at all,
A
genteel conductor of string
orchestras
In
front of which he stood,
Proud
and calm, like a leader
of
music
In
the Great Historic World Night,
And
wailed his little saxophone,
The
alto, with piercing clear
lament
In
perfect tune & shining harmony,
Toot
as listeners reacted
Without
showing it, and began talking
And
everybody talking and Charley
Parker
Whistling
them on to the brink of eternity
With
his Irish St Patrick
patootle
stick,
And
like the holy piss we blop
And
we plop in the waters of
slaughter
And
white meat, and die
One
after one, in time.
And
how sweet a story it is
When
you hear Charley Parker
tell
it,
Either
on records or at sessions,
Or
at official bits in clubs,
Shots
in the arm for the wallet,
Gleefully
he Whistled the
perfect
horn
Anyhow,
made no difference.
Charley
Parker, forgive me
Forgive
me for not answering your eyes
For
not having made an indication
Of
that which you can devise
Charley
Parker, pray for me
Pray
for me and everybody
In
the Nirvanas of your brain
Where
you hide, indulgent and huge,
No
longer Charley Parker
But
the secret unsayable name
That
carries with it merit
Not
to be measured from here
To
up, down, east, or west—
--Charley
Parker, lay the bane.
off
me, and every body." (241).
Mexico City Blues – 242nd Chorus
Jack Kerouac
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