
Lady Blues Jackie Amos is the newest style since the 1940's her influences such as Bessie Smith, Billy Holiday, Lenis Guess, Langston Hughes and many who came before her, in her unique style Lady Blues the soul of soul impacts the black roots of blues, Jacqueline favorite phase, I came through the back door, but now I am returning in the front. My Mama told me I was a country girl, I took the train on the silver Media, from the south, I don milk many cows, and road on the back of the bus, but I have arrived to another level of black jazz, for those who were before me, I must keep the torch burning, I am the new arrival from the past, Lady Blues Jackie have worked the fields of blues, and milked the clubs of Brooklyn's house, but I have been born again, on the back of the south, and in the new halls of New York, play me some of those down home blues, I will take you back to the woods of the south, through the mystery of blues, the cries of the pain that centered in man hearts, I have arrived to bring back that down home south. Lady Blues first gained widespread recognition Tar Hill Lounge, Cave, Fulton Terrace, Sugar Hill, Many of her compositions, " Lodi Pop, "I Got A Sugar Daddy", "He May Not Be Very Fancy", "Creeping," Lady Blues also a publish author and International Artist, this is just some of her contributions to the world of arts, Lady Blues said, I am the statue of the invisible blues, all that comes through me have lived and pass on, but though the synopsis of rebirth, I shall cloak the voices of black roots. Lady Blues states nobody knows my name, buy my compositions shall compliment the sounds of black roots. The blues was born the motherland of suffering and pain, oh how the poetic revolution, when the Deep South lived and prayed by the black psalms. The history that bared the pain and the underground that brought a new day, through the suffering came enhancement, and through the roots of cries brought character, and character that sooth the suffering of the end of slavery and the roads to freedom. Lord I Ain't Going To Study War No More, I'se on my way to the freedom land, lord I shall open the door.
The Southern blues is the style of lady blues; her dynamic style portrays Billy Holliday, Bessie Smith, Etta James, Earthier Kit," My man Doesn't Love Me" Billy Holiday, and many exceptional lady blues singers, her high light is differently original, with that misty forte of blues aesthetics " Many say she is the resurrection of the past. Lady blues Jackie compose on the rhythm of the bars of notes; the melody instantly forms a historic symphony of blues. Lady Blues portray the 40's in her conservatory of originals, feeling the soul that lives within her, her vocal style at times resemble Bessie Smith, and many masters of the blues. Lady Blues also creates a forum the back door blues.
I take on a new preservation of modern blues and jazz, with a touch of honey that sticks to my ribs, the legends that lives through me, The symposium preceded a performance of blues related to the compositions of her poetry, the pain of pleasure one might say sadistic in the format of relevance, the association of pain and pleasure, Lady Blues Jackie have been performing since the age of 19 relating to the stories of her family tree, I think she is genuinely.
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World Wide Review of Jacqueline Amos/ By Jurate Macnoriute JACQUELINE AMOS (USA) Our choice of Jacqueline Amos for taking part in the Guest Gallery of THE SECRETS OF PERFECTION is echoing to great victory of another black girl Miss World 2001 Agbani Darego. Jacqueline Amos is very European artist for what we, Europeans, like her still more. I am sure she loves El Greco's dramatic qualities, late figure composition of Frans Hals, Rembrandt's lights. We can also compare her with German painter Paula Modersohn-Becker (1876-1907) -- they both use soft forms and solve similar woman problems. Though Modersohn-Becker is nearer earth when Jacqueline goes equally easy as on ground as on high, Modersohn-Becker likes polychrome when Jacqueline Amos gives preference to monochrome painting. In picture Roots, she becomes more American.
Composition of Jacqueline Amos is masterful, lightweight, sensitive and very beautiful. She is a maestro of composition. Her lucid, courageous and soft rhythms of dark and light reminds about rhythms of black jazz. Jacqueline Amos is a poet. Poetics goes right through all her paintings, and naive Christian teaching about God and angels develops into lovely poetry.
The titles of Jacqueline's pictures are a nice poetic continuation of artistic idea. Thus in creation of Jacqueline Amos we can see an example of perfect synthesis of Negro, European, American arts and Christianity. Jurate Macnoriute Religious Art Gallery of Negro Artist Jacqueline Amos "Fine art gallery of American Negro Jacqueline Amos. Religious art of black woman. Figurative composition. Modern baroque"

Authors Survival To be an author of the present, and never speaking of the past, the mind cannot conceive the true meaning of historical aesthetics; the source of my instilment details, of the struggles just to stay alive, through indignation, betrayed into the dangerous character of an Author, I sought among the prosperity, to de program the destructions of a tube legations that toxins the mind, a free chose of birth, that constitute my liberty to speak, the army is not an army, when the warrior fights among each other, and the people suffer from the addictive addiction for power, what is revolution? When the windows are closed in, and there is no link, the miss conception of passage, Salvatore of righteousness; the loyalty died when the hero performed miracles.But yet I found the aesthetics; modern Philosophy participated of the refinement, inflicting pain of the dead shall not rise, only if the truth is not told, my pen speaks of the dignity beyond death, the hero's of inheritance shall not die, only if I choose to speak in darkness, without recovery of my dignity and those who walk with prophecies that was given by the Almighty God in heaven, but unto those who cultivate with their victorious arms of greed, I shall recite the constitution of justice, but unto my people who lived upon the abomination of man and earth which they defended with their blood; excluding the human God's who dictate the solitary of un spoken truth. Nevertheless the sensitivity of truth may contaminate the order that has been resolve to an un civilized institution of dead man bureaucracies, I have travel places where no man has gone, subsided by the human death chambers of mind, but yet I conceive my proclamation of educational success through the congestion that the roots shall rise below the porous of the dead roots. In this hierologic prescriptions of those who continue to archive the historical events, consistently to an assertion of the rights of man, and the rights of Nature and events,
I give unto man the blue print of this divesting world, and man who close their eyes to the restitutions of change, yet on this first, and probably last occasion, in this resolution of aesthetics should I embark to see a cause like this rescued from the embroidery of my pen, if I exhort my reevaluations my pen shall become weak, in which I shall obtrude my Sentiments upon the world, I may be sensitize, if I inscribe a piece, whose only merit is the humanity and freedom of its historical lies, sentiments to darkness, shall only submerse the retro active completions of truth, I have principally on this journey under all odds of adjustment to derived them of biblical and historical facts. Beneath a milder sky let peace introduce the genius and arts and the libations of the ancestries, and the integrity without insuring their duration, to invoke passion and let philosophy and science glory in a race of illustrious disciples the prophets' seminary of spiritual grace.
I'll hear the voices, the ancestors of yesterday, Virtue's legacy of tongues Shall sound against genocide of race, Unto I focus on humble, shall not my dignity be inherited as cowardly infirmity, I stand by the instructions of the Almighty God, and Jesus the son of the savior, I take my instructions, with great wisdom of the stroll, Let thy brother stand in accord, let not their supplier of death, shall the sons of Commerce, fear not the wrath, loyalty if not embraced, worse than the midnight Devil, Fear not the marksmen plan.
Suffering through the darkness of UN Recovery, Libation I stand at attention, trying to understand, the darkness that lies upon the earth, Division stronger than the rivers that rise upon mans feet , The blood that runs from my veins, I shall take the lashing of the world, I shall not stand still, I shall run through the trill of fields, where my ancestors built the liberation, I shall run with the torch, sub servant to the lord, crying no victim song, no longer shall I stand still, summoned from the hill of justice the resurrection of change, until I spread the words of the Almighty God. my people to the mountain, when will we break the indoctrination of hatred disregarding all the laws of God, shall we get it right? I herd it on the mountain of recovery, one hand on the clock.
The Universe slowly comes to and end. My native land that lives by the accordance of the devil, after the legacy of our ancestors, multi color rainbow, have we come to a calamity, where man no longer care? The treason that sits upon the doors of our ancestors; The doors slowly closing, silhouetted by Satan, The scars of my hand, whispering the history, thou wisdom, thou love, waves fair well. Thou slave of avarice, that can't stop the mind.
The cancer of death, betrayal of a lost soul, trying to find self, The cage bird sings no victim song, He look upon the earth, He knows his space of sanctuary, And would not be captured by the beast, Dignity to man, if not kept safe, belligerency, shackles, deny my self of a mind, Ringing the chimes of inner death, Give me dignity are give me death, hatred of a memory, conformity, to another mans pledge. Hear the bellowing sounds rising up from the depths of humanity; Life is death, death is life, crying out to the soul of men words spoken, being placed in discord, words of peace. The soul of a poet, Life after death You shall embrace the words of ancient times, Through the universal space of mind .The peaceful place of integrity. Perhaps, you will hear the words, of calm, written from the poet within. The toxins of suffering, the sleeping darkness; the soul that rejects the formality of deterring ways.
Love calms the inner peace; I shall live, as my words, spoken with love. Poet after death, my words continue to live on. Darkness has no power off my pen. I live within, the words of a poet, death shall not, stop the spoken words, Life is death, Death is life, Poet the prophet of spoken words.
Spirits of thoughts, the birth of wisdom, Spirituality, understandings, Creations, life, death, love, cries of the earth, God that lives among, us all, the evolution of men, the man, the great tool of civilization, which he stands.