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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wkz-31IK9tU

Painting:Conversations with Monet

 

Blackbird 16 - Editor, David Stone (USA)

Another just-simply-exciting publication of Blackbird, edited by David Stone. It's another sumptuous, colour edition by Cyberwit.net ( www.cyberit.net ) (info@cyberwit.net). I mention the publisher as ALL the dealings I have had with Karunesh have been professional, engaging and encouraging - he has been a remarkable gift to artists such as David and myself.  And yes, I was fortunate enough to do the cover once more.

David has, time and time again laboured away at this publication, and no doubt (like many of us) has wanted to lay down his tools, but! Once the recipients receive their copy, none of us want him too. 'Nearly a quarter of a century' - that's a long labour of love.

Participants from USA, US, Mexico, Germany, Netherlands, Italy, Canada, Taiwan, Greece, South Africa and Lithuania make for a diverse assortment of submissions. In his poem from the Citadel series, David wrote with the mark of an authentic poets voice - one who will never surrender the power of poetry:

I was a young poet in Kingston

Mines;  fifty years after that 

I am an old poet who wrote

1000’s of pages who has a 

tiny audience and meagre

book sales.

Perhaps more of us associate with those sentiments than don't. 

Nature Studies

 

Extracts from:

the turquoise downspiral writer.

 

 

he kept repeating himself

         

( and he didn’t know )

 

It’s a TERRIBLE THING

To say a problem

Is problematic.

 

ESPECIALLY IF -

 

                                    Its grey and dark turquoise.

 

A dark and slanted story

I wrote about her –

Two jobs AND waiting on the kid -

 

She was ALL he had

But he didn’t write that part – 

 

Didn’t/couldn’t get that far. 

 

He was – after all,

Just – another - man

The man

That man

 

A sadly marooned man.

 

-   An Open eNDed

-  Freeway–        cars slinking by as he pretended not to see her.

 

Just a second!

Where’re you’re headed?

DON’T TOUCH ME

It’s of paramount advantage

bÕn fídé  bonā fidē  breach

music was cast

edited 

like only production designers can.

 

We ALL contributed to the cover up

Down spiral story line

 

Mona Lisa got in

But millions died.

 

What are the chances

someone unpublished 

became 

the art of legacy?

(Just BECAUSE I’m reading it????)

 

(Just making the words live again).

 

Go on

Keep telling yourself – 

Tell yourself THIS

Is the best part – 

 

You can’t kill someone with 

Words –

Can you?

You can set the world 

aLiGhT,

Or start a war – 

 

But there you go –

playing  O and X’s  - 

And your win?

It was always too late.

 

It’s too late to have the blues,

 

plus I’ve figured:

                  That’s why he always writes in pencil – 

            That 

         Way

                  It’s easier to erase people

                  He doesn’t like.

 

                  Do you mean CHARACTERS?

 

                  NO, I mean people.

 

….

 

If our luminous present is based on now

it’s my personal property

Diving

Into fractious phrases

 

            They’re making a movie of 

My life

(behind the wall)

 

 

But…

 

Take it outside Eric - 

While others

(With noses in books

And sipping

Coffee)

Drink from the cup of unpleasant surprises - 

GYRATING ON NIGHT-LIGHTS

(A COSMIC DISAPPOINTMENT).

 

THE violin was so soft,

But dark

 

We wept together

In cardboard boxes 

I think.

 

                  I’m not sure

                  But again,

                  They were words

(Just words)

                  Without homes.

vispro - seeking a DEFINITION and parameters in which to situate this form

All borders are open, the shadowlands are inhabited by any and every word and image. There are no structures, no rules, no places to gain a firm foothold. The author is inconsequential, artwork/writing is open to any and every interpretation (if anyone actually bothers at all), after all – only ‘The Great I’ matters. And it’s got boring. Few will stand by what they stand for alongside any sort of definition. Sadly, the word ‘definition’ has become outmoded, outdated and apparently limiting?  To produce and produce in any and every situation with any and every sort of means possible, without any foundation – well, that’s just the way it goes – it seems. What do you think?

Clearing and throwing...but that's the only way to make space for more. Poetry on paper submerged in a stagnant pond.