Unlikely 2.0

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Editors' Notes

Maria Damon and Michelle Greenblatt
Jim Leftwich and Michelle Greenblatt
Sheila E. Murphy and Michelle Greenblatt

A Visual Conversation on Michelle Greenblatt's ASHES AND SEEDS with Stephen Harrison, Monika Mori | MOO, Jonathan Penton and Michelle Greenblatt

Letters for Michelle: with work by Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Jeffrey Side, Larry Goodell, mark hartenbach, Charles J. Butler, Alexandria Bryan and Brian Kovich

Visual Poetry by Reed Altemus
Poetry by Glen Armstrong
Poetry by Lana Bella
A Eulogic Poem by John M. Bennett
Elegic Poetry by John M. Bennett
Poetry by Wendy Taylor Carlisle
A Eulogy by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Joel Chace
A Spoken Word Poem and Visual Art by K.R. Copeland
A Eulogy by Alan Fyfe
Poetry by Win Harms
Poetry by Carolyn Hembree
Poetry by Cindy Hochman
A Eulogy by Steffen Horstmann
A Eulogic Poem by Dylan Krieger
An Elegic Poem by Dylan Krieger
Visual Art by Donna Kuhn
Poetry by Louise Landes Levi
Poetry by Jim Lineberger
Poetry by Dennis Mahagin
Poetry by Peter Marra
A Eulogy by Frankie Metro
A Song by Alexis Moon and Jonathan Penton
Poetry by Jay Passer
A Eulogy by Jonathan Penton
Visual Poetry by Anne Elezabeth Pluto and Bryson Dean-Gauthier
Visual Art by Marthe Reed
A Eulogy by Gabriel Ricard
Poetry by Alison Ross
A Short Movie by Bernd Sauermann
Poetry by Christopher Shipman
A Spoken Word Poem by Larissa Shmailo
A Eulogic Poem by Jay Sizemore
Elegic Poetry by Jay Sizemore
Poetry by Felino A. Soriano
Visual Art by Jamie Stoneman
Poetry by Ray Succre
Poetry by Yuriy Tarnawsky
A Song by Marc Vincenz

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Euphoria Ripens
by Barry Wallenstein

cover of Barry Wallenstein's Euphoria RipensThis month Unlikely is proud to present two tracks from Barry Wallenstein's new jazz and spoken word album, Euphoria Ripens. Euphoria Ripens is available in stors or direct from Cadence Jazz Records (it's Cadence Jazz CD 1205 if you like to know that sort of thing). For further info, bookings and press, contact Barry at Barrywal23@aol.com.

I listened to this record a bunch of times, each time in a different setting. Every time I listened I was transported to an idyllic city where cabs honked trumpets and poetry blended with fun. Barry Wallenstein and his crew put me into a space of meditative contemplation with just enough tragedy to recognize the good times. I couldn't help but write a poem as a review or, as the case may be, my review as a poem. Either way, what follows is in homage to the fantastic artists who play on Euphoria Ripens:

Barry Wallenstein—poetry/vocals
Adam Birnbaum—piano
Steve Carlin—guitar
Daniel Carter—sax, clarinet, trumpet
Vincent Chancey—French horn
Bob Cunningham—bass
and with special recognition to the mix and editing of Roy Coopervasser. —ES

The music of Barry Wallenstein remained on Unlikely 2.0 for one year, then was removed for reasons of space and copyright.

Euphoria Ripens: Extrapolations

I thought I was reminded one minute ago about boom boom bam time time time three
four time of the later greater jazz of New York City
like I was double scotch waiting for real late Baker at Tin Angel
something magical about timing
the cab just right to avoid red light
peddle at inch and a half cruise control big toe set to
twenty nine billowing green traffic lights a hundred miles away if a mile was a block
and each block a different country celebrating independence on different days and in
different years on the next block where suddenly
there is nothing more sudden than a horn whispering
too loudly for myself to
the breeze that comes off the evening so out I go
to a dinner party where the plates I drink from have ears
as ghosts look over my shoulder to see who else is coming for dessert
but I follow the gaze of only one
to a brothel at table 5 around the block
                                    where my right foot is the dew already dry
                    and my left is a
              wet leaf waiting
for the rising sun to get past wind
      into a voice not my own inside the head
                                         of a little girl singing about a white dress
                             playing piano in time with Mingus
                       for something less than
              a quarter ounce of
just a second, I grinned
with wonderment what it was like to already know me
under muggles laying back in their (((doze))) they're in back laying muggles under
                         No  sox!       for all the wrong reasons
as I pick fuzzies at a bus stop on the line to the next block for another all night hum of toy boats
bellow below Tribecca Bridge
bringing out the curtain
call of summertime.

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