On Listening to Coleman Hawkins
ON LISTENING TO COLEMAN HAWKINS
some think our ears
radiant fetuses
driving their tiny cars
on either side of the head
how do we know magnificence?
the disco ball of the heart
a mosaic of shiny blood
that’s there and then not
(text from: The Porcupinity of the Stars (Coach House, 2010)
Comments
I've always loved the palpability, the physical presence of Hawkins' sound. Coltrane has a beautiful sound, but to me, it is more an idea, not the sensual tactility of early players like Hawkins, or Webster. There's also something deeply synaesthetic about this experience. You're hearing touch. You're touching hearing.