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Moving to Neptune: New and Selected by Earl S. Braggs

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Braggs confronts us with a combination of hard realism and musical lyricism, painting unforgettable images in unforgettable language. This is American poetry at its finest: as spacious as Walt Whitman, as frank as the Beat Poets, and as alive with witness as the poetry of the Black Arts Movement. Braggs is a master storyteller, brings a wide range of characters and social circumstances to life on the page. Prophetic, American as the blues, Braggs’ poems take the outrages of recent history into a vision where the heart and humor, irony and vulnerability enable poet and community to survive and sometimes sing. There is breathtaking bravery and edge to the voice here, Joycean stream of consciousness that refuses to be censored or subdued.

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From:  “Moving to Neptune”

And before you knock, Blue Train,           John Coltrane will

answer the door.  And before you enter,          Etta James or

Ella Fitzgerald or Nina Simone,   one of which will whisper            

ever so softly, “I’ve been expecting you.”    So come in   into

 

the relax of a good red wine year. Pour for yourself, a glass.

Gouda and good green olives will pour, for you,      the next   

set                                      designed not in Hollywood but, still

triangled in mid-century style conversations with Art Deco

and Marilyn Monroe,                         a vintage couch, a chair,

a coffee table, a white fireplace,                            burning      

in the soft-wind-falling float of melodies   soaring like kites              

ascending ceiling height,

just above the cruising altitude of         love and forgiveness.     

 

Me and my Uncle Lee, who invited us in?      We are having

another sip of red, tasting the room temperature of things

yet to be heard.      Listen, but        with your ears, listen not,

for only the heart’s wall can                hear the jazz      soaring

into the slow moon dance of  “Where the Wind Comes From”