The Final Nite & Other Poems
Complete Notes from a Charles Gayle Notebook 1987-2006
The Final Nite chronicles, in verse,
nearly two decades of work written
while listening to live performances
by the musician Charles Gayle.
Co-published by Silkheart Records & Ugly Duckling Presse.
248 pages with 8-page color insert,
art by John d'Agostino, perfect-bound.
Available from Ayler Records'
(Order designation: aylBK-003)
"Steve's poems do an amazing job of evoking the spirit that Charles Gayle
draws from each time we hear him play. Each of these poems is a gem waiting to
be grasped, held and considered. Each is fascinating in its own way, each an observation
of life from a different perspective of another day or another gig."
Bruce Lee Gallanter, Downtown Music Gallery
"Steve Dalachinsky writes free jazz. He lives the music, and his poems
capture its heat and illumination."
I have known Steve Dalachinsky for the past twenty years and for twenty years
he has been dedicated to transforming his entire world into a poem. People on
the street, visual images, social and emotional situations all become verse. Now
of course this is one of the jobs of a poet but what makes this poetry sing is
the honesty upon which it is approached. This goes way beyond free verse, epitaph,
ode or haiku. It touches upon many styles as guided by the content. It is about
the content and the reality that words are also sounds.
Love Poem from the Woman's Point of View
likes me in red
wear RED more often
when i think
Steve has been showing up to concerts of avant-garde jazz taking out pen and paper
and proceeding to write words listening to all the great musicians of the time
including saxophonist Charles Gayle who is the key inspiration for this volume
of poems. The Final Nite is a poetic journal of living phrases, word-solos that
will take on a different life for each person who reads them, against a background
of the mind of each reader.
in the wind there is a presence #2
in the wind there is a presence
an unseen force that binds
us to the earth
an unheard force
that binds us to the trees
a forced presence
that binds us to the clouds
This book takes you into a world of intimate feelings and reflec-tions. It is
an echo of thoughts that runs through the psyche of spontaneous music and the
second by second kinetic pulsations that Steve's creative antennas pick up. If
we look at the other side of the coin this is also classic poetry sculpted out
of a huge stone called vision. When you pick up this book to read enter at your
own risk because there is no historical, logical or illogical net to catch your
fall. Nor is there any radar to guide you through space if you choose to fly.
This volume of spontaneous poems recalls one man's journey into the living word
as reflected through sound. He uses the interval of the minor second giving one
the illusion of reading words in-between words much like the idea of the microtone.
If all the words in this book were put together they would make a sound very close
to a Thelonius Monk piano solo.
like a fine cigar
can choke you
or be smooth
it's wrapped in leaves
& leaves a smell
that some may call
Dalachinsky writes musical sounds called words. They reverse the field and invert
themselves forming their own logic. This poetry spins, dances, ascends, descends
and eventually becomes part of the lining of our souls.