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ROBIN OUZMAN HISLOP The Profile Robin Ouzman Hislop. Yahoo Groups. Poet, translator, travelling & family man. A great deal of my life has been spent out of England, where I was born and spent my childhood in Lyme Regis. I lived in Scotland, which was my mother's side, and take the name Hislop, as writer's name from her family. I read Philosophy & Religion. Manchester University. Resident at Pakistan, Lahore. Studies at Punjab University, New Campus, Lahore: Sufism (Tasawuf), Jalal-U-Din Rumi and Ibn Arabi, Islamic philosophy. Resident in Spain until December 1998 (Madrid and Salamanca): Organization of bilingual poetry readings at Casa do Brasil, Madrid Complutense University, Escuela Oficial de Idiomas, (Madrid Official School of Languages), Cafés Manuela and Magerit, O’Connors Pub, Madrid, El Ateneo and El Corrillo in Salamanca. Translation of poetry include : 1927 Generation Poets. Selection of F.G. Lorca, Luis Cernuda, Rafael Alberti, M. Altolaguirre, Miguel Hernandez and Vicente Aleixandre’s poems, published at Contemporary Literature in Translation, Granite, Mundus, Artium, Prism International. At present situated in UK, Diploma in Latin American Studies, Sheffield University, bursary awards enabled me to work translating Diosas Blancas a Contemporary Anthology of Female Poets, Edited Ramon Buenaventura 1983, at Casa del Traductor, Tarazona, Spain & work in collaboration from English to Spanish, James Stephens Fairy Stories, at The Tyrone Guthrie Centre, Anamaghkerrig, Co Mahon, Eire. Last year I appeared in Dawn Millennium, Kedoc Studios Las Vegas, Nevada, see http://www.artvilla.com/kedco-ap/freepage.htm & am due to appear in their next forthcoming publication Crystal Dawn. I am interested in Revivalist movements in modern poetry, some of my recent work, links & other publications can be found at http://www.authorsden.com/robinouzmanhislop

Just Suibine So © Robin Ouzman Hislop 2003 1.) i. The Madness of Suibine. Nothing I can do wins her back again. I flee, she does not follow. I abuse, she is as stone. I threaten, she disdains. I come, she turns away. Yet I know her heart weeps For the love she has broken. I rave before my desolation & she like a nun pays penance to a barren victory for when a woman weeps, she has beauty & power, when a man weeps, it is forlorn. ii.* Suibine on St. Patricks London 03. How much is gonna blow – Being here, I gotta know Can’t just let it flow Gotta say no Gotta know How much is gonna blow – Life I’m told goes on We’re gonna be reborn After the explosion The moon’s almost full now Tomorrow it will blow How much is gonna blow - O St Patrick are you hearkening? Are you there at the tavern door? Today’s a day for celebration, It’s just around the corner, & we come not to the feast but riding on the beast. *Just before commencement of war in Iraq. iii.* Sunday Afternoon with Suibine. (i.) He undresses like an ostrich, plume All & pilot brain, As with the genial smile of the flea, Mottled and scrawny of limb, he Leaps into foam. On the ceiling shadow fighters zoom, Before, in blaze of pink fume, A collage of explosions The minarets adorn. The Mughal hordes swoop down, Down from the Ukraine, No room for immigration, On this Sunday afternoon. * Just after commencement of war in Iraq iv. Sunday Afternoon with Suibine. (ii) Carnal carnivalesque on walls cavort with stone age brain & chimpanzee heart. Water, electricity & sewers, desmene of rats, rabbit cats, ravenous toads with kangaroo leaps, as the elephants come trampling corn & the locusts swarm through thin blue & white walls in Ariel steam, as spiders scurry to their crannies abandoning molten dewy nets with which he robes his naked self in frail fronds, host to a house of ghosts. v. Suibine in Bed. Suibine in towelled turban & eve scent mutation Contemplates the evanescent Cities of light in bed coombed Head & foot an exodus of wanderings To the bizarre marching of apocrypha The treasure of Jerusalem disappears With emigration - the Mughals in Herat Convert from the Ukraine Granada in India Lawrence in Mesopotamia Confusion to Robespierre & Napoleon Capitals to the Guillotine Chosen religions for chosen people Secular despotism & soldiers of God Riding the beast to the feast. vi. Suibine Alone Life has been a series Of long term broken relationships But the children’s descendants go on To their royal icons, wrecker Beacons, bonfires of vanities. Suibine goes on with nosegays,* & a nose as big as Catullus* * Anonymous saying if the night has a thousand eyes it also has five hundred noses vii. Suibine more than Erect On viagra fall flat on his back She covers him with slow carnal sweat Clouds billow send not know For whom the bell tolls Suibine doffs his hatt Releasing a spray of doves in her hair viii. Suibine with Binoculars. The world bursts into a bubble of foam, lo, a new world is born, beginning, not knowing what future can happen, what cannot be taken from the beginning. As Blake born from agricultural to clockwork time to USA, French & industrial revolution, end of the Jacobean claim to throne as a Cardinal in the Vatican. Renaissance through Reform, a predecessor to the unforeseen Hanoverian Victorian muse with Her gunboats to rule the seas. Does he follow, aged in his pent mill, romances of the aesthetic Shelly & fierce Byron etching over Milton´s angels, Christian devils, returning them via routes to the firmament: But O Jerusalem, O City of God, you cannot have it all, you cannot win it all, but fall, not even through Suibine´s binoculars focused on his Martian moon brain, even he must be found in a RIP tomb under reference myths anonymous. Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2003 All rights reserved Exclusive! RIGHT-CLICK HERE* to download the illustrated PDF of Dirge of The Ferryman from Such is My Humanity by Robin Ouzman Hislop. *Choose "Save Target As" to download .

RICHARD VALLANCE About Richard Vallance Born in Guelph, Ontario, Canada, March 11th., 1945, Richard is a member of AuthorsDen, under his family name, Richard Vallance Janke.  A graduate of Wilfred Laurier University (1968) and The University of Western Ontario (MLS), he is fluently bilingual in English and French, and reads Spanish and Italian, ancient Greek and Latin well.  He wrote his first poems at the ages of 17 and 18, in 1962-63.  For years, Richard wrote mainly in the field of Library and Information Science. At Chicago, in October, 1983, he won the $1,000 Data Courier Award for Excellence in Online Published Papers for an article in Online, Vol. 7, no. 5. Poetry: While he wrote some 200 poems before the age of 47, since then Richard has composed over 1,500 poems. His first published poem was, “Lasts the First Light”, in Arts and Literature Review (Canada, 1972). In 1998, he published his first full book of poetry, A Quilt of Sonnets: Forty Four Familiar Poems, Ottawa: Providence Road Press, © 1998. 56 pp. ISBN 1-896243-07-x. In February, 2001, Richard founded his first poetry discussion group, Describe Adonis, for sonneteers. We have since grown to 10 poetry, art and digital photography groups, which you may find at our discussion forum: la nouvelle Pléiade = The New Pleiades ©. Richard's poetry page is Poesie’s laissez-faire Faire Foire, a clearing-house for poets from nations like Canada, the United States, the United Kingdom, Ireland, France and the Netherlands. PLFFF features sonnets and contemporary poems, updated quarterly, a links page to sites of other poets, and grants the monthly Prix laissez-faire Faire Foire Award . PLFFF is a member of Phenomenal Men of The Web: Arts & Humanities . Richard is the Editor of 2 Canadian poetry E-Zines.  These are advertised monthly at the end of The Vallance Review in Poetry Life and Times.  In the Winter of 2003, a third E-Zine, Kawasaki Zen Haiku, will be a showcase for haikuists. Since September, 2001, Richard has been the poetry reviewer for Poetry Life and Times, which features the monthly Vallance Review. He is also regular contributor to the same E-Zine.  Richard is also often featured with the U.S. Amerindian E-Zine, Autumn Leaves. CD-ROM Books: 1. The New Millennium Dawn Anthology (Kedco Press): 10 of Richard's poems were included in Millennium Dawn: an Anthology of Award Winning Fantasy Stories, Poetry, Novels etc.,  Kedco Studios Press, Las Vegas, NV, © 2002  ISBN 1-878431-38-2. 2. Richard’s latest CD-ROM book, Canadian Spirit Voices, © 2003, ISBN: 1-878431-44-7, is in its final pre-publication stages, and will be published by Kedco in the Spring of 2003.  You may view a summary of the book here:  Pre-publication Notice. To contact the author, please e-mail: Richard Vallance (Yahoo) (for inquiries on our poetry discussion groups) – OR –  Richard Vallance (Activator Mail) for poetry-related inquiries or submissions to our Canadian E-Zines).

Tender September © Richard Vallance, September 1st., 2003 Hei Artemis mysteireis estin* Chorus Iambic-Trochaic in honour of Walter de la Mare's "Silver" Has she tendered, too Tender September, To you to me, one Sun azuralled Earth, Or we, whom her tender moons remember, Have we remembered her for her wheat’s worth? Like Artemis, she glides, too effortless, From summer’s harvests, chorussed, she tenders Us stars and veils our nights, and she can press Nuanced wines from vinyards strained to spendours. You’ve heard her moonlit ambered footsteps, pure Light, as she runs stripped to balsamic fir, Leaves maple leaves, trembling, and more demure? Pray you by Quaker nights have witnessed her. Stunned by magic’s hills, how can we endure Her, whose tragic steps leave hearts immature? * Latinized Attic Greek script = Mysterious Artemis is. Nightingales © Richard Vallance, September 1st., 2003 For / pour / por / Louis-Dominique Genest Pro Luco Dominico Genesto I Nightingales from willows weep to whose eyes? II les Rossignols Parmi les saules pleureurs pépient les rossignols, “Quoi?” (Amidst the weeping willows nigtingales twitter, “What”?) III gli Usignoli Gli usignoli ai salici tristi pigolano. (Nightingales in the sad willows twitter sadly.) IV Philomenae Audio, salix, Philomenae lacrimulam! (Willow, I hear, the fluent tears of the/a/your nightingale!) NOTE: The English translations do no justice to the original French, Italian and Latin haiku. Air Air © Richard Vallance, September 17th., 2003 for C.S. Snow in Ca. You? — are you = to unequal wings? * Have you cast your net in an Eaglet's eyes to catch Abyss, in which keen Mother flings him off to air air her hummed wings surprise? Though, though that Eaglet flaps, there'll be no need, no need for Her, for he'll not court delay, where he alone shall fall to all due speed and yearn to soar, for clouds define his day! Fear not! The cedars chime "Will you? — Dare!" Will he wing for? Cliffs chorus him to race from walls of slate to sing his savaged Air to sky ice he's snapped in his Mother's place. She swoops before he flutes, his Mother, Star. "You're", she hails, "composed to Manitou's bar." * in the first verse, read "=" as "equal" (for 10 syllables)... I intend mathematical precision. Ephemeral Concrete © Richard Vallance, September 27th., 2003 Tetrameter Simplex I know... know still that pain's still, there. It shall not go away, you know. I know we've known our fairer share of grief — how that must plainly show. Outside, what gusts fall still, what trees leave leaves, although we know what gales will have churned Summer's, ours, last breeze into frenzy, where September pales? Fire splutters in our hearth inside, where panes go misty from lost heat to us escaped who won't abide such frost, ephemeral concrete. I fear you might abstract such thoughts as raindrops infer, like tears, splots. ____________________________________ My Carousel Home is: From here you may reach all our Yahoo Poetry Groups, our E-Zines and lots of poetry by many fine poets.