Aaron Simon’s lines feel like strokes of a pre-CBS Jazzmaster. Not plastic. More like rosewood with at least a Gibson tuneOmatic bridge. A brrruummm alliteration where each word-note contains the artful play of improv and composition colliding. Aaron Simon is a good band whose record is killing it on the deck these days.
Aaron Simon combines Zen-like non-constraint with the feel of an urbane metaphysic: heavy/light but not heavy-lite. Vividly, and with precise diction, his observations challenge any one-to-one realism, yielding something that falls together wholly by indirection. In the gems of On My Way, the mental life weaves easily and with wit into a fragmentary logic, unsentimental yet moving: “I know about survival/ Spring Forward, Fall Back.
These poems stand their ground and fight back, uncompromising in their gifted bricolage. High-ceilinged, kaleidoscopic, tumbling down the page.