From one of the first generation of performance and spoken word comes a book which puts the music back in poetry with lyrics no less powerful than a baritone sax.
"A man goes down the street, six-foot-six-inches tall, in boxers, and a woman hollers from a row house. Such dissonance in the early days sets off a jazz of action and meditation, impulse and smoky afterthought, that floats through Joseph Maviglia's poetry. The morning revivals and evening carnage carry a sense of revolving sacrifice and resurrection around the city squares, where the lovely and the leprous rub shoulders. The soloist plays through the crowd on an instrument whose top notes of perception rag the nerves and whose bottom ones soothe like bassons of love" - George McWirther.