Poet John Murillo : The Pulse of the Community

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I've heard it said if you want to know what's happening in any community keep your ears open for the song and music of the poet. John Murillo is just that lyricist. The pulsating rhythms flowing throughout his body of work makes you want to jump up and dance. Check out Ode to A Cross-Fader with its funky beat and moves to match. Enter the Dragon keeps it real as well. 
Up Jump the Boogie published by Cypher Books is John Murillo's first poetry collection. 


 "Up jumps the boogie. That's almost all one needs to say. Murillo is headbreakingly brilliant. I didn't have a favorite poet for this year: Now I do. But with this kind of verve and intelligence and ferocity Murillo just might be a favorite for many years to come."—Junot Diaz



Enter the Dragon
--Los Angeles, California, 1976

For me, the movie starts with a black man,
Leaping into an orbit of badges, tiny moons

Catching the sheen of his perfect black afro.
Arc kicks, karate chops, and thirty cops

On their backs. It starts with the swagger,
The cool lean into the leather front seat

Of the black and white he takes off in,
Deep hallelujahs of moviegoers drowning

Out the wah wah guitar, salt & butter
High-fives, Right on, brother! and Daddy

Glowing so bright he can light the screen
All by himself. This is how it goes down.

Friday night and my father drives us
Home from the late show, two heroes

Cadillacking across King Boulevard.
In the car's dark cab, we jab and clutch,

Jim Kelly and Bruce Lee with popcorn
Breath, and almost miss the lights flashing

In the cracked side mirror. I know what's
Under the seat, but when the uniforms

Approach from the rear quarter panel,
When the fat one leans so far into my father's

Window I can smell his long day's work,
When my father—this John Henry of a man—

Hides his hammer, doesn't buck, tucks away
His baritone, license and registration shaking as if

Showing a bathroom pass to a grade school
Principal, I learn the difference between cinema

And city, between the moviehouse cheers
Of old men and the silence that gets us home.
Source of the text - Murillo, John.  Up Jump the Boogie.  New York: Cypher Books, 2010, pp. 17-18.