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Sturgeon Moon like a christmas tree’s tinsel in glittering & faded dust suspends fragments of existence he sees a face in the moon he sees a moon in your face what lapse of memory between recognition even in dream a fatal disease called terminal love the quarters of his head after the eightfold city of light the morning hymn on high an actor of many faces many voices & all lies as the stars look down driven beyond their controle on a masque that doesn’t fit the stage where the rest is silence in a pool at the bottom of the hill drawn from innumerable tributaries where the dragon fly pays homage to the lotus in the name of the bourgeoisie’s title to fame with mozart in another room from another room with another name on the radio again -- made in china. Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2005 All Rights Reserved* At the time this poem was written after Franco’s death 1975 & the establishment of a first democratic government 1984 the poet in question was working as a strip tease artist in which the context of this poem is found.: translator’s note. ROBIN OUZMAN HISLOP: Born UK. Childhood in Lyme Regis & Poole Dorset. Lived Scotland & Scandinavia, The East & Spain. A great deal of my life has been spent out of England, my mother's side is Scottish & I take the name Hislop, as writer's name from her family name. Bachelor in Arts (Hns). Philosophy & Religion. Manchester University. Resident at Pakistan, Lahore. Studies at Punjab University, New Campus, Lahore: Sufism (Tasawuf), Jalal-U-Din Rumi & Ibn Arabi. Sheffield University: Spanish & Latin American Cultural Studies. Resident in Spain from 1985 until December 1998 (Madrid and Salamanca): Resident at Salamanca, 1996-98: English Language teacher and translator for “El Ateneo”. Organisation 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. Translations of poetry include 1927 Spanish Generation Poets: selections of F.G. Lorca, Luis Cernuda, Rafael Alberti, M. Altolaguirre, Miguel Hernandez and Vicente Aleixandre’s poems; and the Chilean poet Andres Fisher, Las Diosas Blancas an Anthology edited Ramon Buenaventura, an anthology of poetry Alchemy by Tessa Duncan from Spanish and James Stephens Fairy Stories into Spanish have been more recent activities. I hope to feature these, as well as introducing new translations with originals on my web page soon to be opened IBIS. I am interested in revivalist movements in modern poetry. Appeared in Dawn Millenium Anthology published by Kedco Studios & this year appeared in their Crystal Dawn Anthology. Frequently featured in the E zines Poetry Life and Times, Autumn Leaves, Sonnetto Poesia, Canadian Zen Haiku, appeared on Artvilla, Poetry Repairs, the Celtic Pagan Poetry Pages Journal, as featured poet in the Beltane edition & Ancient Dawn E zines amongst others. This year will publish own anthology Blue Corn which will incorporate performance, on web cam and voice recital with Kedco Studios. My present book After the Cave the Comet was published this month by Mystic East. Became a Resident Poet of Poetry Life & Times in January 2005. More of Robin's work can be found here:
Amparo Arróspide's Gift of Tongues: EXCLUSIVE NEWS UPDATE: Some of Robin's poems are due to appear in an anthology "Blue Corn", to be published by Kedco in 2005. 
Also Robin's exciting epic "After the Cave, the Comet" is now available for purchase either as a CD or Ebook at www.giftoftongues.co.uk
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Sappho's Odes 5. Thanatos, yes, Death 1 Long before my birth, wild Apollo, you elected me, your loving poetess, to Lesbos, and my Fate is true, your Grace, to you. Know I confess. 2 May I surpass the faint eternal stars, the Pleiades, or outlast their light falling on the Aegean the full moon bars with clouds as old age clouds my sight? 3 Apollo, surely you must know my heart will break, and like the high mountain oak you've snapped, your gales cut me apart as rainstorms fell me in one fell stroke. 4 Where wind runs on through your rain-swept clover it loosens my arms as long thunder clouds go sweeping along over and over you, even you, in your dusk's fainting shrouds. 5 Apollo, has my gold lyre served you well? Apollo, strike, I ask, and fast bestow death on your oracle, whose minor spell is broken, as well your pining Muses know. 6 Know, though I may recline my head tonight, my failing breath oppresses me and I, I cannot muster strength enough to fight my fate's sealed decree, howling, "You must die". 7 Fair gods, night begs my panging heart to sleep. Midnight's come. She glimmers around my bed: though I no longer toss, you'll see me weep for all those years I've lived alone in dread. 8 I may, I fear, when you, my Grace, appear, I may... may I no longer breathe or sigh for sad Orpheus I no longer hear playing his wild lyre for me, once I die? 9 No! Must I hear again the prophecy the new year's first winter storm forecasts? Dare I stare outside my hovel only to see snow fall all around, though now it never lasts? 10 As long as winter's gone and died to spring, I may remain alive a while and greet Proserpine, to hear her gladly sing with Orpheus, "Was love so very fleet?" 11 My lovers long since dead, your piquant roses had bitter thorns for me. They've bled me to the quick! Hear me now. Yes, know I'm no longer sad to have lost you. Know I die too, all too sick. 12 May there still linger a wild nightingale outside my greening sill who mimics me? Does her longing midnight's song exhale Diana's moonstruck moonlit mystery? 13 Yes, I hear you now, my plaintive nightingale in the yard, though are you flinging metric fire from your shimmered throat? No! Must your song fail me? My throat's parched my voice. Where is my lyre? 14 Thanatos, yes, oh Death, at last I hear your near approach! Come in, though stealthily, like night. Have you whispered in my ear? "Sappho, I Diana, strike! Welcome me." 15 Soon I, like all Earth's weeping bards, shall be amongst her stars, Diana's silver moon concealing me, when in her fullness she breaks over Earth and still weeps for my life's gloom. © by Richard Vallance 2005 January 15 and 26 2005, March 21 2005 Previously published in print in The Eclectic Muse, ISSN 1181-8158 (Canada) Vol 11, Christmas 2005 pp. 15-16, along with all 5 of Richard's "Sappho's Odes", pp. 6-16.RICHARD VALLANCE was Born in Guelph, Ontario, Canada, March 11th., 1945. He holds an Honours B.A. and Master of Library Science, and is fluently bilingual in English and French. He also reads Spanish and Italian, ancient Greek and Latin well. He wrote his first major poem at the age of 18, in 1963. Richard has also distinguished himself in the field of library and information science. In 1983, he won the $1,000 Data Courier Award for Excellence in Online Published Papers. Richard has composed over 2,500 poems. He is the Chairperson of the Ottawa Chapter of The Canadian Poetry Association, website = Canadian Poetry Association: Affiliation Ottawa Chapter. He is also a member of The Canadian Federation of Poets, where he is the Canadian Federation of Poets/ Featured Poet (January 2005). Richard judges and pre-selects all rhymed verse poetry for CFP's official journal, POETRY CANADA. Richard's world class poetry page is Poesie’s laissez-faire Faire Foire, which showcases over 40 poets worldwide. PLFFF features sonnets, haiku, contemporary and historical poetry. PLFFF is a member of Phenomenal Men of The Web: Arts & Humanities. Richard is the Editor of 2 Canadian poetry E-Zines, Canadian Zen Haiku canadien ISSN 1705-4508 and Poetry in Emotion = La Poésie à s'émouvoir ISSN 1705-4516, and is the editor of the sonnet journal in print, SONNETTO POESIA ISSN 1705-4508, to be listed in 2006 Poet's Market and distributed online by OpenMic.com. Creativity Pays (USA). Richard's poetry and sonnets frequently appear in such in print poetry journals as POETRY CANADA, POEMATA (Canadian Poetry Association), The Neovictorian/Cochlea (Madison, Wisc., USA) and The Nisqually Delta Review (USA). His CD-ROM book, Canadian Spirit Voices, Kedco Studios, Las Vegas, NV © 2003, ISBN 1-878431-44-7, some 500 pp. long, contains over 130 of his poems, almost 300 haiku, 32 translations of poetry in ancient Greek, Latin, Italian, German and French into English poems by the author, a novella, DENIZEN, and the 100 + pp. essay, "The Historical Evolution of the Sonnet". He is the Editor-in-Chief of the all-new multilingual international poetry anthology, The New Pleiades Anthology of Poetry = le Florilège de la nouvelle Pléiade, Kedco Studios, ISBN ISBN 1-878431-52-8 to be published in the summer of 2005. Finally, Richard is co-editor with Sondra Ball of the USA, of the North American poetry anthology, The Human Face = le Visage humain, Kedco Studios, ISBN ISBN 1-878431-52-X, to be published in 2006. Richard Vallance moderates 2 major poetry discussion groups, The New Pleiades Mirror and Canadian Zen Haiku canadien. CONTACT: Richard Vallance
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IN GRATITUDE When I am made young again To endow the world with glow Of golden morning sun So a normal day will go With all the joy of baskets of ripe oranges, When sound will crash through moments Like clean fresh water splashing Over mountain rocks that clack And tumble into chasms to a cataract, Then shall I know time has been reborn, Mind will yawn and shake itself awake. Then will sharp eyes snare the small industry of ants Who bear breadcrumbs in triumph To succor busy fellows in necessary labor. Each small bird will be marked in eagerness And hopeful gaze for offering as I walk by. The multitudes of leaves will strike silent lightnings Of jagged blue sky as loving winds ruffle their green. And I will know the goodness and the wealth Of this, my Earth, who made me. © Jan Sand, November 2005 THE AFFAIR Passion is a rising tide That sweeps through cities of intelligence Drowning ordered streets Overturning things loosely placed. Automobiles knocked askew, All propriety discarded and disgraced. There is exuberance and joy In the wreckage of the ordinary. An independence declaration evoked by primal force, A brutality that draws its strength From lunacy out of our serene satellite That will not be denied, An overwhelming force one cannot fight. Afterwards, when the water has withdrawn, When the scenes of aftermath display The broken furniture, the bedding waterlogged, The stains up on the wall that mark the height Where once the primal sea visited to reside. One squats amid the flotsam in despair And groans at the memory of when two lives collide. © Jan Sand, November 2005 CAPTIVE Trapped within this odd four limbed thing, Subject to its primal needs and whims, I am limited in perception, cannot be aware Of the spectrum under red or over violet, Inferior to any honeybee that rides the air. It manages at best it can, considering, But fails in many fundamental crafts Within capacities on vibrations known as sound And toys with what it’s got in music’s ways But less than the common bat or dog that snuffs the ground. Sleep is most disturbing in the brain where I stay.. Inputs from eyes and ears are closed down. Disconnected while the nervous system tricks my bearing. Time and place and memory flips and twists. Nights I come awake wide eyed and staring. Although this gadget works a century or less, That’s very little time to look around. Astronomy, biology need longer to arrive, To change, mutate, evolve, move along Than time allotted for this thing to stay alive. Disturbing as incarceration proves, The alternative is easily less pleasing. I must, I suppose, accept what I can get. When the exit door finally pops open I’ll leave this thing with notable regret. © Jan Sand, November 2005JAN SAND is a poet and illustrator from New York (now residing in Helsinki), is a regular contributor to Poetry Life & Times and the newsgroup alt.arts.poetry.comments. A great deal of his work is about animals, or science fiction. Recently Jan was published by Kedco Studios Artist Profile Press, on their latest CD ROM e-book, "A Way With Words (Poetry Real and Surreal), which also includes complete books by Dale Houstman, Sara L. Russell and Keith Gabriel Hendricks. Jan's illustrated book on the CD is called "Wild Figments And Odd Conjectures", which is also sold separately, in a limited-edition "single" CD. To see an illustrated article about Jan's poems, visit the November '98 issue of Poetry Life & Times, and scroll down past the Editor's Letter. He also has his own poetry pages on Charlotte's Web at Artvilla. Back to top
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Sara L. Russell (Editor)
Won Internet Arts Award from Kedco Studios Artist Profile Press. Runner-up in Capricorn International Love Poetry competition 1998. Her website Poetry Life & Times recently won the Alpha Poets' Poetic Eyes web award. Won Poet of the Week in the Poetry For Thought group (The Globe groups) for the week April 28-May 4th, 2001, with the poem "If You Were Mine". Inducted into The Poets' Hall of Fame, 2001, and included in its anthology for that year. Recently broke several bones after falling from a train; now fully recovered after almost a year, and walking without a limp following a recent successful hip operation.
5 illustrated e-books published by Kedco Studios Artist Profile Press (most recent first):
Worlds Inside The Head, Quickies, Spiders And Gliders, A Way With Words (in collaboration with four other poets) and Pinky's Little Book of Shadows.
Also published in several Kedco e-book anthologies and Forward Press bound book anthologies.
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