Homage to JJ
by Taylor Mignon
by Taylor Mignon
Note: italicized poetry written by Jeffrey Johnson
The Mojo behind ToPoJo is the mapatriarch of Barbaradical and Jeffreedom
JJ, Your poésie compares to yourself, slow to speak, bro to speak
You believe in the power of words, conjuring lexical stuff out the deep
JJ, resembling The Dude, your laid back cool oozes from your being & rubs off
(Thanks shaker & mover Shakyamuni Joan Anderson for this plagiaristic rip off!)
His Dudeness, Duder, El Duderino
Add one to the trope Gentleman, scholar, poet
The uncapitaled i, no ego seen
Like Mallarmé modest, engaged, serene
Like Wilhelm Albert Vladimir Apollinaris Kostrowitzky
A flair for the concrete or vis u al po e try
After Dali, the Dude doesn't do dope, he is dope
Respect for immigrants who lay down lives on Turtle Island
Expressed in Poem for Dead Father
Whose face is jutting towards the new world
Contained in Onze Haikai, taking a cue from Paul Eluard
The Dude's poésie contains visionary universes:
Reflection!
in the autumnal pond:
the smoke of Muromachi in flames
Cool vs heat, water vs smoke, autumnal decay vs brightness
Barrier between dreaming and waking states, thin, crossable
The poem Aurora most violates spacetime
as we land in a rock garden
In your poetry again we find yūgen
Finding the extra in the ordinary
Your toriawase juxtaposition of concrete particulars
Is a gift, presenting the world as is, at times peculiar
Someone said he didn't understand your poetry
If we did perfectly what would it call it?
Rather it is profound subtlety, depth and mystery
You make yūgen contemporary
So, Basho's black birds and EA Poe's ravens
Give cameos in Crows rule, Tokyo, 2am
Tough love in heavymetal sludge of decay in Karmic Junkyard
Talkin' tech, this guy's gotta knack for rhyme and consonance
The Unplayed Flute
we were left to the fate of fates
That the unplayed flute will forever resonate
In Post 3.11 Post Revisited
politicians and powercompanies obfuscate
Polite conversations circumnavigate
& in i remember
searching for my father's youth
fat sisters with freckled faces placing me like furniture
The road trip of the Blue Bug
Where the car cruises on Coconino country roads
covered in clouds of kicked up dust
Already endowed with a musical ear
These words, presenting the world as a gift
Realistic Psychedelic Visionary Prophetic
When fused ala ToPoJo Toasters' Samm Bennett
We benefit from musico-poetico subtleness
We witness wicked depth: heightened senses
JJ, yr calm resonate voice stretches
While Samm's strumming accentuates
Creating sometimes trance-like states
stripped down Negative beauty equals the plus side
The Mojo behind ToPoJo is the mapatriarch of Barbaradical and Jeffreedom
JJ, Your poésie compares to yourself, slow to speak, bro to speak
You believe in the power of words, conjuring lexical stuff out the deep
JJ, resembling The Dude, your laid back cool oozes from your being & rubs off
(Thanks shaker & mover Shakyamuni Joan Anderson for this plagiaristic rip off!)
His Dudeness, Duder, El Duderino
Add one to the trope Gentleman, scholar, poet
The uncapitaled i, no ego seen
Like Mallarmé modest, engaged, serene
Like Wilhelm Albert Vladimir Apollinaris Kostrowitzky
A flair for the concrete or vis u al po e try
After Dali, the Dude doesn't do dope, he is dope
Respect for immigrants who lay down lives on Turtle Island
Expressed in Poem for Dead Father
Whose face is jutting towards the new world
Contained in Onze Haikai, taking a cue from Paul Eluard
The Dude's poésie contains visionary universes:
Reflection!
in the autumnal pond:
the smoke of Muromachi in flames
Cool vs heat, water vs smoke, autumnal decay vs brightness
Barrier between dreaming and waking states, thin, crossable
The poem Aurora most violates spacetime
as we land in a rock garden
In your poetry again we find yūgen
Finding the extra in the ordinary
Your toriawase juxtaposition of concrete particulars
Is a gift, presenting the world as is, at times peculiar
Someone said he didn't understand your poetry
If we did perfectly what would it call it?
Rather it is profound subtlety, depth and mystery
You make yūgen contemporary
So, Basho's black birds and EA Poe's ravens
Give cameos in Crows rule, Tokyo, 2am
Tough love in heavymetal sludge of decay in Karmic Junkyard
Talkin' tech, this guy's gotta knack for rhyme and consonance
The Unplayed Flute
we were left to the fate of fates
That the unplayed flute will forever resonate
In Post 3.11 Post Revisited
politicians and powercompanies obfuscate
Polite conversations circumnavigate
& in i remember
searching for my father's youth
fat sisters with freckled faces placing me like furniture
The road trip of the Blue Bug
Where the car cruises on Coconino country roads
covered in clouds of kicked up dust
Already endowed with a musical ear
These words, presenting the world as a gift
Realistic Psychedelic Visionary Prophetic
When fused ala ToPoJo Toasters' Samm Bennett
We benefit from musico-poetico subtleness
We witness wicked depth: heightened senses
JJ, yr calm resonate voice stretches
While Samm's strumming accentuates
Creating sometimes trance-like states
stripped down Negative beauty equals the plus side