Wednesday, July 27, 2011

My Grannio

I never thought I would have to say GOODBYE to my best friend But that's what I had to do today I had to let go of her forever

There was no other way For me to face reality Or pretend to be okay I had no concept

Of how hard it would be To actually let go Of this huge part of me Not tomorrow or ever

Will my life be the same Without my Grannio here Life seems to be a game Of chance and questions

Questions that never end And have no answers That can begin to mend The gaping hole inside of me

Nor come close to healing My heart and soul that Seem to be feeling Lost, numb and empty-

Completely hollow Like I have nobody left To really follow Through life with r espect

She was so much more Than my Grandmother I knew that before She left this earth

And I told her so More than once or twice Because she had to know Just how very special

And truly blessed I felt to have her as my friend She was the best Without a doubt

My Grannio gave me More than anybody Will ever really see It was an unspoken

Kind of love That came with no conditions And went far above The normal caring

And average support For a grandchild Or family of any sort She gave more of herself

To me than anyone In my life ever will Nobody could have done What she did for me

With so much devotion, Absolute honesty And true emotion Her loyalty was

Sincerely undying I realize so much Now that I'm crying And wishing that

I had just one more day To spend holding her hand And t rying to take away Her fears and her pain

That took over her Body and her mind Like never before In our lives

I would have sincerely Given 20 years of my life To have her merely Be here tomorrow

I cannot explain The way I feel today Or how much I pain Is inside of me

That will never go away No matter how much time passes I know this ache will stay With me forever

Just as her special touch Will always be with me And mean so very much To me and my son

Jakob Thomas Her BabyDoll And I promise To never forget

What she would have done If she was still here For him her only one Great-grandchild

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Keywords:: poetry, poems, loss, death, goodbye, life, living, children, grandchildren, grandmother, missing
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Straight from the Heavens: Li Bai's Poetry in Retrospect

Some may argue that Chinese poet Li Bai is beyond compare. With words that seem to fall straight from the heavens, he, perhaps like no other poet can make us both feel the earth and touch the sky.

Born during China's illustrious Tang Dynasty, Li Bai could in modern day terms be described as an eccentric outcast. A renowned member of the fringe of Chinese society, his poetry would subsequently show that as an extraordinary artist, he lived his life far beyond the range of any ordinary human experience.

As a composer of a large body of work that includes contemplations on the nature of human existence, the natural unity of the cosmos and the sheer exaltation of the human spiri t his writing, is no doubt, characterized by a set of emotions that are responsible for, none other than, some of the worlds' most exquisite art.

An intricate set of emotions

Distinguished not only by picturesque landscapes, unique personalities and highly imaginative descriptions of the universe, his poetry often contains an underlying conflict that contrasts his natural tendency to revel in the grand glories of nature with profound feelings of both loneliness and despair.

With striking heartfelt images, Li Bai combines allusion, innuendo and sublime subtlety to create a dark depressing underworld that appears to lie just below the surface of his conscious thought. These images provide the texts with a texture and complexity that is rarely found in any other work. And at the same time they continue to intrigue an impressive number of people who are captivated by the nature of his unwonted, unparalleled bliss.

In Alone Drinking under the Moon for example, this fascinating dichotomy reaches a great climactic crescendo. In a conflicted, debauched state of drunkenness, Li Bai writes I am alone...for the moon cannot drink...and my shadow goes emptily along with me...never saying a word.

On loneliness and despair

In just a few short lines, Li Bai, a great master of mystic revelry has created a unique poetic vision whereby we as readers are encouraged to experience both his abundant joy as well as his agonizing sorrow.

In a drunken state of merriment we can quite literally feel the great waves of pleasure pulsating through his veins. Yet at the same time he encourages us to yearn for something more.

Caught in a cross-fire between his own licentious behavior and a desire for spiritual transcendence, he describes a condition that few of us may ever really come to know.

Highly engrossed in the natural spirit of his own material existence, Li Bai can make us quiver with unequivocal bliss. Yet far removed from a prolonged state of euphoria, he is deeply entrenched in an empty bottomless pit.

In this classic poem Li Bai writes...

Amongst the flowers I am alone with my pot of wine drinking by myself;
then lifting my cup I asked the moon to drink with me,
its reflection and mine in the wine cup, just the three of us;
then I sigh for the moon cannot drink,
and my shadow goes emptily along with me never saying a word;
with no other friends here, I can but use these two for company;
in this time of happiness, I too must be happy with all around me;
then if I dance it is my shadow that dances along with me, while still not drunk,
I am glad to make the moon and shadow into friends,
but then when I have drunk too much we all part.
Yet these are friends I can count on,
these who have no emotion whatsoever;
I hope that one day we three will meet again, deep in the milky way.

A natura l state of elation

To provide some perspective upon a mind that was often in a natural state of elation while it created poetry with a melancholic form of discontent, it is important to realize that Li Bai was no ordinary person.

Like a true Taoist priest he chose to concern himself with the natural beauty of the vast Chinese countryside. Away from the city and all that it represents, Li Bai created a personal philosophy that bordered upon religious fervor. And at the core of this philosophy was a profound appreciation for the natural world and all of the magical qualities that it seemed to possess.

Purportedly born upon the steppe in nearby Central Asia, Li Bai's family fled China to escape political persecution at the hands of Li Yun, the first emperor of the legendary Tang dynasty.

Upon resettling in Sich uan province years later, he began traveling the countryside producing a tremendous body of poetry. Tragically however, after living quite an exciting and adventurous life, he died as a result of the effects of chronic long term alcoholism. Folk stories even claim that in a highly demented state he drowned attempting to scoop the moon from the Yangtze river.

On rapture and revelry

While it would be easy to consider Li Bai's death a great calamity, his enormous talent and lasting legacy may certainly serve as some compensation for an untimely, and arguably, an unnecessary death. Often described as a great romantic poet, his style precedes the classic writers of th English genre by approximately one thousand years. And like other romantic poets that include Blake, Byron, Wordsworth, Coleridge and Keats, Li Bai's work is characterized by an independent spirit that defies convention and expands the limits of human freedom.

Clearly influenced by Taoist conceptions of the universe as well as the flourishing art and culture of the highly celebrated Tang dynasty, Li Bai immersed himself in the spectacular scenery that surrounded him. Known for his unrestrained emotional style, his greatest attribute may have been his extraordinary ability to accentuate the natural beauty in his own native environment. In an era that preceded the development of modern technologies by centuries, Li Bai created lasting images so striking and colorful his place in Chinese art and culture can never be denied.

So we must ask ourselves how did this legendary figure become such a creative force? How did he come to write such celebrated words? And how did he develop into such an outstanding talent?

Alone Drinking under the Moon, one of his most famous works certainly provides us with some important clues .

Reflections from a dark moonlit sky

With images that often linger deep within the human mind, Li Bai has introduced many important aspects of traditional Chinese culture within this fabled poem. The moon for example, in stark contrast to frequent representations in western literary traditions is often a symbol of hope, not an image of gloom and doom.

In Chinese culture, and in particular in numerous images in Li Bai's work, the moon provides light in the midst of darkness. In other Chinese literary representations it has been known to provide an aura of hope when the sky seems quite ominous and foreboding.

Influenced by ancient Chinese precepts that draw associations between entities with disparate qualities, the moon in conjunction with the sun provides natural harmony in a world that may, in the best of times, represent some sort of ideal cosmic design. Often portrayed as a feminine image, the moon is a celebrated icon that remains a focal point for not only Chinese conceptions of time, it is an important symbol for many other important traditions as well. Perhaps the most notable examples of this symbol are the many images that occur during Chinese New Year celebrations. During these festive times family ties are solidified and traditional ideas may be reinforced as well.

A unique poetic vision

With this in mind, it is quite fascinating to consider how this ancient symbol became such an important part of Li Bai's poetry. And perhaps even more interesting to consider how it became a part of the inner workings of his mind.

In the classic poem Alone Drinking under the Moon for example, the moon provides a light that shimmers across a dark forbidding sky. Below it however is the the pondering poet, highly immersed in his own deep reflection.

Then as he begins to sip his legendary wine, he catches a glimpse of himself the moon and his shadow. In a scene somewhat reminiscent of some sort of divine religious apparition, Li Bai appears to come to terms with both his spiritual side, as well as the ironic aspects of his own material existence.

In an assessment of his need for wholeness, harmony and friendship, he writes, While still not drunk...I am glad to make the moon and shadow into friends...but when I have drunk too much we all part.

Champion for human freedom

To say that Li Bai, a man whose thoughts often seem marked by some sort of intense internal struggle, is a bit of an enigma, is certainly more than on the mark. Perhaps no other poet was so effective in creating such disparate emotion.

Drawn by his conflicting thoughts, readers of Li Bai are often intrigued by a blend of dissonance that creates a very unique poetic vision. And it is precisely this vision that has not only attracted readers for many centuries. It has caused them to examine the poet, his position and his extraordinary way of experiencing the world.

In an assessment of his extraordinary way of viewing the world, some may argue that it is the result of unconscious efforts to repress unwanted painful thoughts. Others may argue that the poet's art is merely the result of his failure to adjust to the mundane realities of an unhappy unfulfilled life.

When considering the nature and significance of Li Bai's poetry it may be helpful to acknowledge that while his writing often includes considerable fantasy, it is indeed true that beneath his words lies an artist with acute sensitivities to the nature of his everyday experiences. And it is with these acute sensitivities that he has created a transcendent reality that is based upon the sanctity of his own material existence.

Certainly a courageous poet and a bit of a political maverick as well, Li Bai's poetry often challenges various Chinese art forms that may be bound by the authoritarian roots of its' longstanding Confucian traditions. But like a modern-day rebel, he has forged his way into the annals of Chinese history by creating unparalleled poetry with a style and personality that is not only phenomenal, it is wild and wonderful as well.

Great romantic spirit

For those who are eager to delve into the depths of Li Bai's poetry such an endeavor will surely prove to be quite an adventurous trip. Embedded in his art is the soul of a lively free spirit with a writing style that seems to leap straight from the page.

Undoubtedly the product of a highly independent mind, Li Bai has taught us that while the parameters of human freedom may at times seem to be quite limited, creative alternatives are always available to those who place great faith in the natural spirit of their own physical sensations.

Admittedly a romantic point of view, which emphasizes the freedo m of self expression, he has written in a style that is among the most captivating the world has ever known.

The unique elements within his texts include fascinating descriptions of the relationship between his internal and external world, as well as a true celebration of the great nobility of the common man. With a predilection for melancholy, and a profound interest in the remote, these stylistic features intensify the emotional content that is an essential part of the meaning of the poet's words.

It is for these reasons, and many others, that we, who appreciate the great significance of Li Bai's work, will continue to stand and applaud as it continues to send great ripples across our minds.

An uncommon character

Yet it is not only Li Bai's words that seem to have such a dramatic affect upon his readers, it is the unique character of his personality that always seems to shine right through. Biographers may argue that Li Bai's life upon the steppe ma y have shaped his burgeoning personality. Others may emphasize political factors, namely his family's persecution at the hands of Li Yun, the Tang dynasty's first emperor.

In any event, to the extent that Li Bai's poetry provides insight into the true nature of his personality, we find recurrent themes that color his most famous work. Among the most interesting of these themes is a passionate desire to achieve harmony in the form of warm comforting relationships. These relationships, sometimes sensual in nature, may at times, even include erotic overtones that stimulate the mind, adding strength, vitality and clarity to each of his legendary scenes.

Other images are quite abstract. Yet dripping with colorful hues and bright with fervid imagery, he can really reel you in. ---- Just think of the gleaming moon.

It re sonates above us glowing in its perfect round symmetrical shape. Considered an object of beauty, stimulating ire joy and misery, he has created imagery that appeals to both our sense of aesthetics as well as our most base primal impulses.

Sipping deep red wine from a shining silver chalice, one can really begin to consider the joyful pleasure and endless possibilities that may be available to both woman and man.

The destiny and origin of a poet and his poetry

And like other divine work, we hope that much of Li Bai's poetry will arr ive at its final destination, an unknown amorphous heaven.

For we, the chosen recipients of his illustrious words are truly grateful for his divine gifts and all that they have now come to represent.

And as great admirers of his poetry, we can only hope that more of us will begin to enjoy the profound meaning of his inspiration, as well as his heavenly heartfelt words.

To appreciate this poet, is to appreciate both Li Bai and the world. And at the risk of sounding quite callow, or perhaps even a bit naive---we must surely ask, is there any real reason to believe that anything, could possibly, begin to mean much more?

For Li Bai like no other can make us both feel the earth and touch the sky.

Gerald Marchewka is an American free lance writer currently living in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia. Gerald Marchewka can be reached at geraldmarchewka@yahoo.com


Author:: Gerald Marchewka
Keywords:: Taoism, Poetry, Li Bai, China, Chinese, Drunk, Tang Dynasty, Mongolia, Heaven, Wine, Romanticism
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Publishing Your Poetry

If you are serious about seeing your work published by reputable publishers, there are a few points you should consider. Firstly and most obviously, you need to determine if you have poetry worth publishing. This assessment can be done by doing something that will not only help you gauge the competitiveness of your poetry, but will give you some viable options for publishing it. Su bscribe to literary journals and buy books of poetry. If you do this, what you are doing is searching out the market place. Read the types of poetry that many publishers are publishing and see if the quality of these poems surpasses or is on par with the quality of your own poems.

Read Literary Journals and Poetry Books

Not all literary journals are going to publish the same type of poetry. Some journals will only publish poetry that rhymes, most will not publish poetry that rhymes, and some journals will focus on specific themes such as humanity, nature, or locality. After having perused your bookstores and the many available literary journals, you will more than likely find a publisher who publishes poetry that your very own poetry would compliment. You can find reputable literary publishers by doing a search online, by reading the biographies of respected poets, and by checking out your local universities and colleges. When you find these publishers, write down the name, the address and keep a log, because these are going to be your potential publishers.

Improve Your Chances

The next vital aspect of publishing that you will need to consider is the actual process of getting your works accepted by the publishers. Each publishe r will have very specific guidelines for submissions. Read these guidelines carefully and be sure to follow them precisely. Some online publishers will accept submissions via attachments while others frown upon attachments. Following the guidelines is crucial because whether your poetry is Pulitzer Prize quality or not, if you do not follow these guidelines, there is a good chance that your submissions will never even get read.

Be Savvy

Also, do a little research before submitting your work to a publisher. Invest in resource materials for poets such as The Poet's Market. The better educated you are with regard to the publishing industry, the better your chances of avoiding the hassle of fighting scams and vanity presses. Because poetry is a hard market to sell, most publishers are struggling to stay afoot. Since there is such a small market for those seeking to buy poetry, vanity presses capitalize on the overwhelming desire of the public to become published.

Cover Letters

Aside from researching the market, you should sharpen your skills at writing cover letters with the same intensity that you sharpen your skills at writing poetry. You can search online workshops and information sites abo ut poetry, or you can refer to The Poet's Market for more information on writing cover letters. Not all publishers will necessitate cover letters, but a good cover letter will improve the chances of the editors actually reading your poetry.

Expect Rejections

Finally, expect a few rejections. As I previously mentioned, there is an overwhelming imbalance between the number of people who are looking to buy literary journals and books as compared to those who wish to publish it. Do not be discouraged if your work is rejected. Try revising it and sending it out to another publisher. Also, despite the fact that a rejection can make you want to send out your piece to several different publishers at once, you should never send your work to multiple publishers.

When a publisher accepts your work, enjoy the pride that comes along with such esteem. You will be on your way to building a portfolio. Getting your poetry published by various publishers is sometimes a slow and arduous adventure, but it is well worth the time and work.

Devrie Paradowski has been published by several literary journals such as Adagio Verse Quarterly, Eclips e-zine and Meeting of the Minds Journal. She has also published articles with Poetry Renewal Magazine. She is the editor of LE Quarterly: http://www.literaryescape.com/journal/


Author:: Devrie Paradowski
Keywords:: publishing, poetry, literary, journals, publicity, literary journals, getting published
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The Purple River (of the Mantaro Valley) & Anticuchos & Picarones

1) The Purple River
(Of the Mantaro Valley 1879-83)

The waters were too swift
To swim across
The bridge, made of rock and stone
Hawks guarded, by day and night;
To fight these warriors,
One must have thirst and madness
(For the Chilean invaders
Of the Pacific War)
Lest the invaders destroy
One and all, then what?

Then came an echo from
The Avelinos, of San Jeronimo, No; no foreign foe will
Ever set foot in our Mantaro Valley
Again!

(And thus, that is when
The war really began)

Written in Huancayo, Peru, 8-27-2006, in the sunny afternoon.

Note; when one is on the summit of Mount Catalina Wanka, in the heart of the Mantaro Valley, some 5000-feet looking down upon it, the river looks purple

2)Anticuchos & Picarones
(In Ol-Huancayo)

Anticuchos and Picarones
Anticuchos and Picarones
(Its what I eat ((do)) while in
Ol-Huancayo)

It is hard to pick between th e two
So guess what I do?
I eat them both
(with my coffee and coke).

An evening snack in ol-Huancayo,
Or, an afternoon treats
Walking the streets
(in the market pace).

Anticuchos and Picarones
Anticuchos and Picarones
(Its what I eat ((do)) while in
Ol-Huancayo)

Note: #1442 8/28/2006

Note: there are many traditional foods in the Mantaro Valley of Peru to include, anticuchos (cow hearts barbecued like ribs with a sauce); and Picarones (like doughnuts, cooked like French-fries in a hot oil); Cuy (ginny pig, which is cooked many different ways, and very nutritious), Pachamanca and Chicharron (forms of pork).

I have eaten them all, between 1999, and 2006, and they are all delicious; especially cuy (Ginny Pig, or Cuy Colorado ((in red hot sauce)).

Dedicated to Mrs. Arrieta, who makes a good Cuy Colorado.

The Magic of the Avelinos Dennis newest book to be out in November

Present Note: September, 2006: This most recent book of Dennis, The Magic of the Avelinos of the Mantaro Valley has recently been seen on Television with most favorable reviews by: Channels 21 (Elizabeth Zapata); 2 (Gustavo Benito and Walter Campos); 15 (Marco Antonio Ponce and Marlene Priale); along with Red Global (Rocio Abarca and Lily Unchupaico). To include, the University of Los Andes fine consideration (Adelmo Huaman and Antonio Castillo); and the radio stations: 15-50 (Rodolfo Vergara), Sabor Mix (Joseito Arrieta), Super Latina (Junior Meza), whom showed a considerate interest and very sound evaluation of the book. The Mayor of San Jeronimo, Jesus Vargas, and the Huancayo Correo newspaper (Hector Mayhuire and Marissa Cardenas), also shared their find opinion for the book.

Dennis next book on Peru, to be out in 2007, La Casa de Azul (The House of Blue) is about the cultures of Peru, in Poetic form; you will see them appear from the mist of mystery, and vanish in the Midst of oblivion. By Rosa Pealoza de Siluk

See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com


Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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The Rain The Possum And Interference

5/6/06
I looked out through the dirty window panes
as the rain fall increased and fell with fury...
I turned around and looked at the fire
in my little fire place and shuddered.
I knew I should have brought in more wood,
earlier in the day, while the gettin' had been good.
I heard the tea kettle whistle in the kitchen,
and pulled my sweater tighter around me,
to try and ward off some of the chill
while I moved across the room to make some tea.
Maybe a good cup of hot orange blossom and Jasmine tea
is all this old gal needs to warm up, just a bit.
I turned on the old radio, to drown out,
some of the chaos that nature had unleashed outside my door.
But, the rain was causing havock even with radio waves
and I all I got was some melodic interferance.
Damn thing! I know I need to get a better antena.
But it wasn't just the gettin' and the fetchin' all the way up here,
out in the middle of nowhere, at the top of a mountain,
and down in this ole gully,
but the putting up, and the fixin' and the repairin'
and, and, and...
It was always something.
And I had the funniest thought as I scuffled across the floor.
I wondered if my life would be any easier,
If I was just some old possum,
scratching, climbing and hunting for food.
Wonder what it would be like, I said out loud.
Then I looked out the windows again, and thought,
nahhh, wouldn't wanna be no possum out there tonight,
getting all soaking wet.
And I went in and made my tea,
and came out and threw another log on the fire,
and settled down for the night with a book,
and had one more to-do cross my mind,
before I started to read,
yep, before next winter, got to get me,
a propane tank up here... and a propane heater....
Now where did I leave off in this dang ole book.....

Deborah Coss, has been writting since 8 years old, getting published off and on since 15, and finally realized her child hood dream, of carrying press credentials, working for womanmotorist.com. A d iverse writer, publishnig several business type sites, she now publishes her own site, 1kindthing.com, creates some fine arts, and loves photography, commenting she is a social portraiture photographer and prefers the medium of black and white. In art, she has a very constructionist attitude, and enjoys making masks, and other 3 dimensional objects. On a personal side, she survived an extremly violent childhood, some serious trauma, including being crushed by a car at age 3 and half. Thus, her site 1kindthing.com, tells of overcoming hardships, in her many styles of writing. She is a baby boomer, raised in Southern California, bi-lingual in Spanish, descened from French, German, English and American Indian bloodlines. Coss finds words fun, and communication an art.


Author:: Deborah Coss
Keywords:: Deborah Coss, The Rain, The Possum, Interference, dirty window panes, rain, fire, wood, tea kettle,
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