Fugue Meadow

lengthwise as fire in you    darkened battle, ashen ritual
to pass on, to pass thru
paint yr eyelids green

gather beneath the Cherry &
Blackwell tree
spook
the darker colors
free  

PRAISE

In Fugue Meadow, a needle drops in grooves of a legendary record. Keith Jones both keeps time and eludes it in his own act of epic listening. As we listen to his listening, he takes us “inside the inside” where his own, poetic music, alert, percussive, and tender, mingles birth, jazz, metaphysics, and intermittent accents of death. The meadow we are permitted to enter, here, is both form and mood. And, as the poet almost but not quite says, infinitely incarnational.

– Joseph Donahue

Keith Jones is the author of Surface to Air, Residuals of Basquiat (Pressed Wafer, 2012). His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Denver Quarterly, Flag + Void, Let The Bucket Down, No Infinite, Sundial, Verse, and The Winter Anthology. His chapbook manuscript, The Lucid Upward Ladder, was named a finalist for Verse Magazine’s 2015 Tomaž Šalamun Prize. He lives in Boston, Massachusetts.  

LINKS/NEWS
Review in Journal of Poetics Research

Soundtrack to Fugue Meadow