martes, 19 de julio de 2011

Meditations on And Then 16 / Bernie Tuchman

Meditations on And Then 16


Dear Everyone,
Bernie Tuchman wrote the following medition on And Then 16. Everyone's
piece is written about.
Robert



Meditations on And Then 16





Shelley Haven (front and back covers)

Shrouded
mysteries

firmly planted
and
ethereal
guardians

And Then

between
these
forbidding
ends

the fruit

full-borne
promise

Revealed


Tracy Phillips

seduction without conquest
being in touch
at long last


Eva Qin

body fear
hungry spirits demand repossession


Ahmed Abdullah

the dream is no less real
in the cold light of loss,
but neither is it boundless


Johannah Segers

dancing into the night


Luis Benitez

coup de grace:
the power to kill
without judgment


Rosalie Calabrese

where was I?
only Robert remembers



Walter Bateman

love poem:
before words were processed,
mounting intensity
in the scrawled revisions


Safiya Bandele

in the life that is not being restrained
is all life
and in that life, the pain,
fresh loss
of what is missing


Anonymous

and so the nightmare ends
the power to forget,
paying tribute
to cruelty


Pramila Venkateswaran

seek shock without awe
reclaiming dignity,
a rueful necessity


Donald Lev

severed members
lost connections
phantom pain:
nostalgia



Arnold Sachar

kaleidoscope shards turn
against our will:
sharp-edged clarity
in patterns not of choice
not revolution
but revulsion
propels soul into alternative space


Dorothy August

the fierce modesty of now,
and then, fire


George Jochnowitz

obesity: repression and rebellion internalized
third rail of American politics
watch out Michelle, Barack's triangulating,
eating grease in Iowa

see:
http://weaselzippers.us/2011/06/28/obama-orders-nine-mountains-of-greasy-food-during-lunch-stop-in-iowa/





Carletta Joy Walker p. 18

soul space
seeking
free vastness
letting go
falling
to the stars
attracted
by the force
of levity
finding
the point:
no return


Noah Baen

In the beginning was the picture.
without words
forlorn
like fugitive stalks
gathering
to form
meaning


Howard Pflanzer

predators:
behind their soulless staring eyes
real eyes
well trained
on joy stick video games
families proud
of their skill
and their service



Marlene Nadle

there is no release
without remorse

no scale of just deserts
comes natural
to set right the balance

for wrongs inflicted / suffered
in mutual violations

only attending
to all the cries
can rest the vengeful crow
in mourning's peace


Eleni Begetis Anastos

visions not to be seen:
need
far away
and unaddressed


George Snedeker

bereft of grief
the unseen child
looks on
outside the circle
of self-destroying
life



M. S. Voros

young life:
nourished
receptive
innocence rewarded
must find a container
absorbing abundance

the container:
avoidance
banishing confusion
unwanted reception

forming the adult:
the person bound
by limits
which cannot
be seen

yet still:
innocent wonder
awakens
to marvel
in new connections


Kato Laszlo Roth

self-knowledge:
irrepressible
secret of black humor,
elixir of life


Ashley Roth

(without reflection)
straight up terrific!



Patricia Dahlman

hanging
out in
self reflection


Gerald Williams

odors' ascent
unbidden
exposes
penetrable
subject
of being:
wants and fears


Eli Cohen p. 30

I sing
of bodies
electric
charged by
induction
into an army
seeking
self-mastery

solo performers
conspiring
as one
kinetic-harmonic choir





Nancy Ross

child the watcher
leaking tears
clouds
your clear crystal vision,
you will not show
disappointment


Rafael Colon Morales

the prince of whales cavorts


Myrna Nieves

dream power
bubbles
into being
alternative universes
richer than our own,
mysteries
the source
of understanding


Jess Amortell

A tatter of tangled towels
careworn.
For life:
One more cycle





Peter Wolff

"Embracing in the darkness"
"Hoping for nothing"
"And learn to love your fright"

holding onto each other
withholding nothing

as we let go,
an act of faith

the only way through


Margaret Yard p. 36, 1

and in us all
a cosmic jest

gestating deity
perfect blossom
bursting confinement

needing us
bearers
suffering creation

to see
in ourselves

God's missing
attribute:
omnisentience

all we know
is pain and imperfection

naissance interruptus



Margaret Yard p. 36, 2

thinking of Arnie

within ourselves
the better world
where re-born
Arnie belongs


Peter N. Nevraumont

neither dreams nor art,
archetypes happen:
thanks for the memories


Fredy Roncalla

vivid connections
memory-musculature of artists
makes happy accidents
happen


Raluca Soreanu

OK, no magic wings
but dreams
keep us flying
against
the infirmities and niceties





Rula Kaliroi

lounging,
yet springing taut
alive in every direction
pivoting points
of self sculpted
inflection


D. H. Melhem

in rushing sprays
a fledgling
leaps
to fly or die:
Iguazu falls


Ralph Nazareth

Hear, O Israel
the sounds
of Silence


Michael Szpakowski and Christopher McHugh

What I know about art and its use:

art is the presence
that draws me in
conjures image
in me for me
moving, surprising
and changing "me"

an active tool
generating meaning and motive

I am appreciated by art

I know I need art
and (unlike stuff)
the more the better



blessed be the source

Reflections on Colchis:

-- And Then image:
I see
mud and stone
becoming wall
made in place
to confine
to protect
to control

-- Online image:
I see
just what I was looking for:
my new screensaver


Michael Malinowitz

long apart
still connecting


Veronica Jones

rap roun' world
'cause people fight
dead power



Rosario Casatellanos

longing: a palm tree


Stephanie Hart

innocence,
life's phoenix
many times burnt

resurrects unnoticed
breathing in life

its very presence
only revealed
when
once again
all is lost

the cycle repeats


Robert Roth p. 51

a wicked tease
love's surest intimacy





Renee E. Neely

two women
withering as gods
blow smoke rings

sit !

rooted on their front porch
a pale mist hovers
then falls

plotting their escape
on gulls facing west

two haikus
reconstruct


William Gordon

(and worst
of the tortures
the unanswered question:
how could people let this all happen?)

Enforcers of discipline:
prison guards
tyrants
and raters
of bonds

Act without mercy
in defense of the credo:
Domination Brings Order
Just Power Prevails

Evil in context:
Society's Bulwark

Well worth
the Price
For the
Sake of
the Children



(rebellious
in spirit,
the first
to be crushed)

Outside of these
safe walls
No one is living

Disrupting
the quiet means
Crossing the Line

Order beats chaos
No matter the cost

(for you to decide:
which side are you on?)


Martha Globus-Rodriguez

we are all whole
who share one now

separated by
avoidance

giving up
to the
not free to be

all of the space
to which we are
entitled





Paidemoyo Chideya

now is not the time
now is the only time
both are true

every moment
a choice

self-respect
in the balance

attend
intend
and release

to be
alive

appreciate
becoming
whole

Now





Michael Henry

bare trees
branches extend,
respectfully interlacing

til spring
bursts forth,
leaves jostling
for light's sustenance,
crowding out the sun


Maricella Vera Sanabria

and from the terror
a need for order

words of the father
compelling respect

see us through
the raging storm


Diana Festa

will,
the maker of meaning,
remembers past treasures

ploughs on
through seas
of loss

Eli Cohen p. 59

and suddenly
there is no line

and boundless being
fills all voids

no other side,
just belief

in time
(a moment)

shaken
to earth,
quaking
belief

(the suspension
of disbelief)

collapses

back into terror
firma


Helen Rosen

you can't know who you are
til you find out who you miss


Arlene King

ego moves
projecting ahead
without perspective

the wake
is someone else's
problem

Carletta Joy Walker p. 60

collage:
the aftermath



Kihyun Lee

I know who I am
my core is not hidden

the purpose of being
is ceaselessly working
carrying family
forward and upward

mother knows her own worth
by success of the children
fulfilling the task:
the rise of the family

there's only one path
so easy to fail
to fall out of grace
in a life of devotion

my pain is unhidden
with sorrow-resolve
again I am climbing
my failure behind me

I carry my mother
I carry my purpose
forward and upward
my pride is unbroken



Robert Roth p. 62

Proudly I labor
bear my own being
expel my self
from an unchosen
womb

Ripped loose
unattached
unhealed
I tremble

Nothing
we came from
has ever
departed


Jim Story

entangling knot
no sword could cut through

from mother to son
cord strengthens its will


Kasim Omar Jerome

the wish
is
the fulfillment



Carol Jochnowitz

in a restaurant

drunk creep
wants a fight
with big man

passes
mocking sex slur
note
to man's wife

adrenaline pumps
not his pussy
can't get away with it
kill him / break him / scream rage!

make a scene
or, just get up and leave

What should he do?
What should she do?

How would you
rise to the occasion?





Louis Servedio-Morales

experience
cannot drown
innocence

it floats
surfaces

through pools
of awareness

in life
we trust
our only
attraction


Richard Kostelanetz

life
smarts
sting


Tom Savage

life
used
well enough
for wry
remembrance

no need
for do-overs

no time
for repeats



Mike Vozick

Is this a joke?
Who decides?
And Then?


David Mills p. 67

how they hypnotize


Gene Brown

environmentalists lament
the fruit of unconstrained growth

sour grapes


see:Sour grapes mean vine needs a drastic pruning
http://www.thenownews.com/Sour+grapes+mean+vine+needs+drastic+pruning/5070094/story.html#ixzz1Ro9tcmm8


Milton E. Polsky

buses full of
eco-tourists
endangering
the species





Oliver Ogulnick

and where did they move
when they got old?
(remember, old people
really don't like winter)


Anthony Thomas de la Puente

I moved to 89 Christopher St. in 1966 after returning from grad school in Chicago. I had grown up in Coney Island. And Christopher St. felt like I was living directly on the Midway (minus the Wonder Wheel and other rides). My apartment was up one flight in the back. My neighbor with the front apartment was Marie, whose Italian family had lived in the Village since she was born. She was probably in her mid-70's -- a little older than I am now. She had lived in her present tiny apartment for more than fifty years, and raised children there. I was envious: she was paying less than $50 a month, while my sublet was costing me over $90. On nice days Marie would sit outside on the street, watching a changed world passing her by without notice. One day her apartment door broke at the hinge. The exposed iron was stamped with a date in the 1860s.

I remember in my legendary Village the rise of the psychedelic counter-culture (Flower Power), equal in its intense energy to the rising heat of pre-Stonewall gay life.

There was a store whose name was A Fly Can't Bird, But a Bird Can Fly. I believe that I saw Timothy Leary once give a talk there. (If not there, it was close-by.)

I have just tried to find a trace of this early venture in hippie capitalism, without success. But Google revealed to me the source of the name:

Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie,
A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply,
Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie.

- Winnie the Pooh



David Gurin

speeding in our service
metered hurt,
untended

wounds
release
resentful rage

those within hearing
will not be spared


Marvin W. Schwartz p. 70

as cavity widens

rot deepens

troubles





Jens O. Magnussen

acrobats of complexity
in promiscuous
disequilibrium

tumble through
common space

ignored and observed
you are the show


William Seaton

Does fancy rise
in avian mimicry
to fly and dive,
and then,
in reprise,
sing possession
of dawn's
memories?

"The truth's required
to make a warp and woof
with which the mind
may weave
a high-borne tale
to lift itself and
all the world
besides."

Suzanne Ironbiter

letting go
what you want
and need
to hold
in mirrored stillness

reflecting not desire
but "choice":

what is left
absent the option
of having
everlasting
present

the scathing
sweetness etching
loss

imprint mirrored
on two souls


Barbara Habenstreit

on the edge
before tide
reclaims
water's domain:
a question



Mariano Del Rosario

Where I'm coming from:

Art is the answer to:
"What is the question?"

the path of escape
from certainty

defying
closure (the refuge
offered by every system)

the question
germinating
yet another
new inside
(underside)

from where
we grasp
ourselves
as we were

surrounding limits
now contained

yet know
we cannot know

the unexpressed
being
(still)
to be
born

and then
... release

life-promise:
an emergency
waiting to happen

as art

The Art Scene:

shopping
for what I need
in the fashion-mart

not impossible
not promising


Victor Wallis

in common voice
spirits unite
to break the chains

lift every voice and sing
we shall overcome

(but, never forget:
the horst wessel song)

In solidarity
yes

but also hear
new strains:
critical voices

In differing note and key
resounds a greater music
beyond harmony

Alma Karmina Eidus Kastan

money
fizzing

bubbles
up

(you can see
bubbles in the picture
replace the dot
over each i)

and
away!


Rosemary Drescher

nightmare's lullaby:
the cradle will rock


Jasper Aquino

sick of waiting
the cure is you


David Mills p. 82

Middle Earth Transit Authority

meet you
at the last stop

META-euphoria

Tatiana Susol

sometimes
you lose what you want

so you can have
what you can't imagine


Robert Roth p. 83

know
thyself

both
wisely

and
too well


Robert Roth p. 86

Complacent Humor,
muse of aggression

never innocent
and rarely
fully conscious

acts out
unexamined
underpinnings
-- the template
of conventional
discourse.

Revealing
the props:
a spoiler.

Unamused,
the empire
strikes back:

Can't you take a joke?


Robert Roth p. 87

we forget
what we cannot use,

deny
what we need
not to know

and then
it happens

worlds
collapse,
drown us
blow us away

and what remains
self-medicates

joy the fix
sings off
madness and pain

and tells all
we need to know

to go on

Vincent J. Tomeo

giving up
not even a choice

core being
missing nothing

down
in darkness

working with
what works

the poet
howls


Andrea Cauthen

each name
a boundary
that must be
trespassed
to own
one self



Art Gatti

aligned
with the
universe

purpose
propelled
self

reaches
and finds

the
vanishing
point

Ana Lopez-Betancourt

how much is life worth
to suffer pain
and disfigurement
loss after loss
and know that others
close others
must give and give and give
for your life to go on?

how much is life

without an outside Meaning,
a program
to save the world,
to carry forth the word,

worth?

simple repetitive
normal life
how much is it worth?

that spirit-force
which will not suffer
indignity

of comforting
departure

but blindly
holds self
in place

how much?

everything


The Sticker Dude

for the win
fuck the world

lickety split

in no time

like
the present

before
you know
it

is no more


David Neiditch

thorny
fingers
groping
for the light of life


Joel Shatzky

walls are monuments
to hopelessness

vanity as security

closed within walls
pressure builds

fear-aggression
cannot be contained

the enemies outside
are found within

and must be
eliminated
and cannot be
eliminated

to breathe,
spirits rebel
however long

until death grip,
the encroaching wall,
weakens and
crumbles

the question is:
how will we live
in its ruins?

Marlene Terwilliger

in place of place

born again
in acceptance

owning
one's own
prior orders

trusting
gut wit
to knit balance
anew

but knowing
to embrace
once more

unarm,
loosening
hold

unfold
nets widening
sentience

and in play
in each other's
renewal

discover grace
suffusing
all densities

becoming
the way

Marvin W. Schwartz (inside back cover)

determined
to own
himself
in a world
that seeks
to possess him

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