Poetry is always a subjective experience. Often a reader’s understanding and enjoyment of any poem may be at odds with the consensus , or indeed ,the poet’s own intentions.
Approaching “Jazz Train” without reading the accompanying review , it fed into my own experience of jazz and trains in a pleasing and thoughtful manner.
Jazz and Trains have always been good companions in my book. The constant rhythm of the engine and the always improvised journey with its assortment of passengers and stories.
It reminds me of the actual “Jazz Train” which used to run between Huddersfield and Sheffield and how when I asked the drummer how big the band was , he told me it depended who got on down the line.
Their repertoire was flexible and uncertain at the outset and simply evolved as we passed through Barnsley and Wombwell and Meadowhall before journeying back at Sheffield.
On the way back , the music slowly blended into the dark night as the same musicians left the train one by one…
Poetry is always a subjective experience. Often a reader’s understanding and enjoyment of any poem may be at odds with the consensus , or indeed ,the poet’s own intentions.
Approaching “Jazz Train” without reading the accompanying review , it fed into my own experience of jazz and trains in a pleasing and thoughtful manner.
Jazz and Trains have always been good companions in my book. The constant rhythm of the engine and the always improvised journey with its assortment of passengers and stories.
It reminds me of the actual “Jazz Train” which used to run between Huddersfield and Sheffield and how when I asked the drummer how big the band was , he told me it depended who got on down the line.
Their repertoire was flexible and uncertain at the outset and simply evolved as we passed through Barnsley and Wombwell and Meadowhall before journeying back at Sheffield.
On the way back , the music slowly blended into the dark night as the same musicians left the train one by one…