Joe Maita, creator of jerryjazzmusician.com, does it again!  He curates one of the best jazz poetry collections I’ve ever read.

(Poetry, you say?  Don’t think you have to be a “longhair” to read poetry.  These are readable, thought-provoking and memorable.  In poetry, every word, every piece of punctuation is important. Poems are meant to savor, read again and again to absorb the mood and feeling the poet intended.)

Joe’s Summer 2022 Collection is not to be missed.  Nor is the rest of his highly  erudite and informed website of jazz, interviews, history, paintings and commentary.  IMHO, this is the very best of what the internet offers. 

Here is a link to the Summer Poetry Collection, including one of mine, “Which Way Did She Go?”  My poems, less serious than the others, are playfully built of jazz tune titles and tell a little story. 

https://jerryjazzmusician.com/a-collection-of-jazz-poetry-summer-2022-edition/  

Leave a comment if you enjoy your visit. 

And while you’re here, check out my book Jazz Lines…verse in the key of jazz.

Best,

Gloria

8/15/22

"Which Way Did She Go?"

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In Which Nica Reveals Her Dreams 

by Gloria Krolak

April 2022

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The real life Rothschild heiress and Baroness Pannonica de Koenigswarter (1913-1988) was a fervent patron of jazz.  She fearlessly left her husband and five children to support and encourage the jazz artists she loved.  Although the  Rothschilds disowned her and her husband won custody of the children, she maintained contact with them.  She is especially well-known for her assistance to Thelonious Monk, but many others benefitted from her generosity in the form of rent payments, grocery deliveries, hospital stays and the famously speedy adventures in her Bentley.  She chaperoned them to  gigs and defended them against racism.  There are at least 11 tunes by various musicians named for her. “Nica’s Dream” was written by Horace Silver.  There is even a jazz club in Nantes, Frances named for her, Le Pannonica. 

You can read "Nica's Dream," my latest verse, at the website, Jerry Jazz Musician.  Joe Maita, founder,  publisher, and jazz enthusiast, curates one of the most comprehensive and best jazz websites.  Go ahead and get lost in it! 

http://www.jerryjazzmusician.com/

Food For Thought

Updated: Apr 17, 2021


“It’s A Great Day in Harlem,” a black and white photograph by Art Kane taken in 1958, is a national treasure. It’s also the subject of an Oscar-nominated documentary in 1994 and the children’s book Jazz Day: The Making of A Famous Photograph by Roxane Orgill and illustrated by Francis Vallejo in 2016. The photo was taken in front of 17 East 126th St. between Fifth and Madison. Kane chose this particular address because it was near both rail and subway stations, and it looked like a typical street in Harlem where the black jazz musicians of the day might live. Rents were inexpensive and the neighborhood was friendly. The 33-year-old Kane put out a call for musicians to show up for the photo that would appear in Esquire magazine at every venue he believed would attract them. The early call for 10 AM probably posed a hardship for the notorious night owls, but they showed dressed in their finest, 57 in all. Among those who stood on the curb and stoop were Thelonious Monk, Dizzy Gillespie, and Charles Mingus. Count Basie sits on the curb with an even dozen youngsters from the block. Mary Lou Williams chats with Marian McPartland and three younger children observe from a window of the brownstone. If you have not already studied Kane’s image at least once, you need to check it out. A picture that tells many thousands of words or none at all excepting “awe.” And I bring this up because… …the cover of a new album by The Ed Palermo Big Band, A Lousy Day in Harlem. There Palermo sits, in a Lewis Black-ish pose, on the curb in front of 17 East 126th St. Alone. Spiffy suit, straw hat, but no band members. Maybe it was just too early for them. In any case, the album gets great reviews for its musicianship and Palermo’s sense of humor shines through.



Updated: Apr 17, 2021


Satchmo, Dodo, Pharaoh, Philly Joe, Chico, Django, Dolo, Hi De Ho. Snakehips, Hot Lips, Jeru ‘n Chu, Eubie, Baby, Chubby, Tubby and Bu. Plenty Kings, Queen just one, deuce of Jacks, Gardens of Buds, pair of Boots and Sax. Duke, Count, Baron, and Papa Jo, A palette of Reds, Rosy ‘n Blue Lou. So many Kids, Big Mama, ‘n Fatha, Frog, Fox, piece of Cake, Maharaja. Cag, Hog and Jug, Keg and Ragbaby, The Senator, Guvnor, Pres and First Lady. Cornbread and Fathead, the Judge ‘n Captain, Bounce, Flip, Leap Frog over your Hammond. There’s Tram, Slam, a Slim and a Ham, Beaver, Mousie, Hawk, Hootie ‘n The Lamb. Jaco and Guido, Dink, Chink, and Yank, Spike, Punch, and Corky, Tex, Mex and Hank. Brownie and Deedles, Bird and Crane, Keter, Klook, Big Chief, Bubber and Trane. The High Priestess of Soul, Professor Longhair, Ol Blue Eyes, The Prince of Darkness, Papa and Bear. The Divine One, Lord, God, and Tain, Even The Great Dane with the Never-Ending Name.


  • Gloria Krolak

Updated: Sep 25, 2020

I am only one. But still I am one.

I cannot do everything. But still I can do something.

And because I cannot do everything I will not refuse

to do the something I can do.

(Edward Everett Hale)