Swashbucklers ~~ Andre Breton

Anthology of Black Humor by Andre Breton reviewed by Jimmy Jazz

My grandparent’s sent me a church pamphlet once lamenting the passing from decorum the dialectal (or black) humor. Amos ‘n’ Andy sure could shuck and jive. Those black people are some of the funniest folks I have known, I’ll never forget the way that Benny kid used to cut up in my humanities class. Knee-slapper. Continue reading “Swashbucklers ~~ Andre Breton”

Swashbucklers ~~ Jervey Tervalon

All the Trouble You Need   excerpt from the novel by Jervey Tervalon

“A new suit? Who’s this white girl tat has you so sprung?” Ned asked Jordan, as Jordan admired himself in the bathroom mirror.
“I told you she’s just a friend.”
“Man, man, man.  You got women out the woodwork. Poor little Sophia’s calling every day and that other chick, Freak Mama Mary calls looking for you and all you do is act moony and mope over this new chick.”
“Sophia knows I’m busy working on my thesis.”
“Yeah, you busy.  Had the car washed, your hair styled, a new used suit, flowers… please, you busy in love.”
“Ned, as usual you don’t know what’s happening.”
“All right, then you don’t mind if I ask Sophia out?” Continue reading “Swashbucklers ~~ Jervey Tervalon”

Jimmy Jazz ~~ Captain’s Blog 68

Yesterday, I was feeling pretty low. I don’t think it had anything to do with the rain, though a little sunshine might have motivated me to exercise more, possibly stay off some of those nasty brain chemicals. You know how it is.

I will say that there is nothing stupider in the world than automated sprinklers in the rain. And yet that’s how many of us seem to be running our lives, slaves to routine. Maybe we should all record ourselves and listen to the tapes.

I was looking forward to a few friends coming over to watch a documentary film called Shut Up Little Man. Continue reading “Jimmy Jazz ~~ Captain’s Blog 68”

Jimmy Jazz ~~ Captain’s Blog 63

I have been in a period of study, reading, deep focus, trying to re-engage the habit of writing in my personal journal. Much to the detriment of my blog and webmag. I’ve decided to throw off the homemade version of PE and adopt the power of wordpress. Hope you enjoy the new look and the power it will give readers to comment and engage with the content of Pirate Enclave.

Jimmy Jazz ~~ Captain’s Blog 62

How I came to write about Margueritte Duras in this blog.

The thing about the Book of Books was that one book, just as one film or idea, leads to another. The things you can know something about are vast. This ‘period of study’ began when I read Stewart Home’s book Memphis Underground a few weeks ago. As I was reading it, I thought, I’m the only person in the world who can appreciate this book. None of my friends have the prerequisites to be interested in it, but I love it. And what does that make me? Maybe all books are like that. Continue reading “Jimmy Jazz ~~ Captain’s Blog 62”

Jimmy Jazz ~~ Captain’s Blog 57

As I was looking through the gallery of art (or photoshopping) in the wake of the police brutality at UC Davis, I came across this photograph. The first thing I thought was  ‘This is the kind of yoga photograph my friend Patrick might take.’ Then I noticed that the photographer in the bottom left corner WAS indeed my friend Patrick Haley. Patrick moved to Bangkok recently and has been trying to stay afloat there as a photographer, getting work, in the wake of the flooding, where he can find it. He was extremely upset by the photograph. You should be, I said. He hadn’t seen the video of the pepper-spraying cop. He said that the Thai people were sensitive and that it was uncool (he actually used the phrase fucked up) to use the yoga master’s practice in this way. I assured him that his yogi was in good company — the pepper-spraying cop has been shown attacking everything that peace-loving people deem sacred from The Declaration of Indepedence to Gahndi and Bambi. Still, his reservations made me think about it. Was it it my American tunnel-vision urging me to say Bully and Right On? Or was it my belief as an Artist that little is sacred in comparison to the kind of just and peaceful world the cop violated when he attacked peaceful demonstrators?

Another question altogether is whether or not this sort of lampoon inches us toward real change. As I was reading Flaubert today, he described in the aftermath of the 1848 revolution in France posted depictions of the deposed king as a pastry cook, an acrobat, a dog, or a leech. [318] Things were looking good for France, a new more just republic was declared by the poet Lamartine, soon to be overthrown by another Napolean. We make cartoons to vilify what we we hate (the violence used to enforce an unjust system), but I wonder if making something abominable seem funny takes away the horror-value. I’m sure there are Americans out there who applaud the cops for getting tough with the bearded hoolligans asking for free education… So the question is what sort of art or action is necessary to change those minds? Does every single one of them have to lose her job, his pension, or his house to see that people are suffering?

patrick and pepperspray cop



Jimmy Jazz ~~ Captain’s Blog 55

Still reading Sentimental Education by Gustav Flaubert. It’s really good, and seems strangely modern even though penned in 1869. I started trying to read a little about him and the context the book came out of — the French revolution of 1848.

I came across a letter to those figuratively conjoined twins, the Goncourt Brothers.

G. Flaubert, Friend of Franklin and Marat; factionist and anarchist of the first order, and for twenty years a disorganiser of despotism on two hemispheres!!! 

I love this signature, even though I don’t quite understand it. I mean what’s a “factionist?” And what does he mean by “the first order?” Are there second order anarchists? His point is made clear though when he calls himself a “disorganiser of despotism.”That is so great.