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Mingus At The Showplace

Written by: William Matthews | Biography
 I was miserable, of course, for I was seventeen
and so I swung into action and wrote a poem

and it was miserable, for that was how I thought
poetry worked: you digested experience shat

literature.
It was 1960 at The Showplace, long since defunct, on West 4th st.
, and I sat at the bar, casting beer money from a reel of ones, the kid in the city, big ears like a puppy.
And I knew Mingus was a genius.
I knew two other things, but as it happens they were wrong.
So I made him look at this poem.
"There's a lot of that going around," he said, and Sweet Baby Jesus he was right.
He glowered at me but didn't look as if he thought bad poems were dangerous, the way some poets do.
If they were baseball executives they'd plot to destroy sandlots everywhere so that the game could be saved from children.
Of course later that night he fired his pianist in mid-number and flurried him from the stand.
"We've suffered a diminuendo in personnel," he explained, and the band played on.



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