...is... what a Poet said

Aschak W. Bacchus, Jean Galliano

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. . . Is... What a Poet Said is a collection of mystical and spiritual poetry by three distinctive voices: Aschak, Jean Galliano, and Ekillous.
Taken together, the poems on the pages to follow invoke the various stages of life. In some poems, the poets continue to be children. In others, they are at a questioning stage. And finally, they display the wisdom of maturity. No one of them is either all child, all young adult, all completely mature, but each contains elements of all three stages.
This book, containing 36 poems of a very rich and often complex nature, is a collection to be read slowly, approached as one would a book of meditations, in order to absorb all that is offered, and to share in the fullest possible way the advantage of taking that rewarding step into the inner recesses of the mind. Rosemay Cappello, Editor of Philadelphia Poets Journal.

Sujets

• Philosophie
• Métaphysique
• Inspirational
• Themes
• Subjects
• Religious
• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 23 novembre 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456627706
• Langue: English

Extrait

…is…
what
a
Poet
said…


 
 
 
…is… what a Poet said…
 
THREE POETS:
Aschak
Jean Galliano
Ekillous
 
Cover art by
Samira Williams
 
 
© 2016 Jean Galliano,
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ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-2770-6
 
 
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INTRODUCTION
. . . Is… What a Poet Said is a collection of mystical and spiritual poetry by three distinctive voices: Aschak, Jean Galliano, and Ekillous. The first poem in this book, Aschak’s “Impressions on the Observances of gods,” is an apt piece with which to begin, for it relates to creation. The poet says that the beginning is a dream, the place where peoples of all cultures traditionally have gone to receive what some call inspiration, or that germ of creativity, often dormant in our psyche until awakened in a dream. This poem contains all the elements to be found in the best of works: that is, images which appeal to every human sense, in every dimension, so vividly that the words all but leap off the printed page until, at the end of the poem, the dreamer awakens to reality: not a harsh reality, but one extending from the sway of the dream. The reader feels that an experienced and seasoned elder has transmitted wisdom couched in colorful language that only a visual artist such as Aschak can impart.
The next poem, “Twilight in the Garden of Sophia” by Jean Galliano, is an extension of the dream image. Jean Galliano’s poetry invites us to meditate, which one might say is a form of dreaming while conscious. This poem, briefer than Jean’s usual style, contains carefully chosen words. Twilight has always been a mystical time, separating day from night as it does; a time when meditation seems to come to one easily, unbidden; a time of phantasmagoria when one is neither awake nor asleep, and Jean Galliano considers the following fact: what do we recall of these images? Only the most recent? And what about the past? This is a question that poets often ask of themselves: Where are the lost images, the ones never committed to paper, the ones not recalled? Jean is a poet who invites her readers to ponder such thoughts, and deeper ones, and to ask questions accordingly.
The first poem by Ekillous in this collection, “Your Friend, Serpent,” continues to pursue the theme of creation in a more concrete manner, giving new interpretation to the Garden of Eden’s scenario: that without the serpent, none of us would be here, and yet religion teaches that the viper was a villain. This poem would convince us that Ekillous’s skill as poet is to reverse the myth with his strong and alluring, somewhat serpentine language. The snake slithers through this one as though he were king, admonishing that, while he introduced humankind to fleshly pleasures, it is best not to overindulge. Pondering Ekillous’s name, I wonder how he came by it; if perhaps it refers to Achilles of Greek myth, who had a weakness, a reminder that we humans all have our flaws. I like the inclusion of the “prayer mantis” in this poem, as a symbol of using sober thought and meditation as a means to overcome one’s flaws.
Taken together, the poems on the pages to follow invoke the various stages of life. In some poems, the poets continue to be children. In others, they are at a questioning stage. And finally, they display the wisdom of maturity. No one of them is either all child, all young adult, all completely mature, but each contains elements of all three stages.
This book, containing 36 poems of a very rich and often complex nature, is a collection to be read slowly, approached as one would a book of meditations, in order to absorb all that is offered, and to share in the fullest possible way the advantage of taking that rewarding step into the inner recesses of the mind.
 
Rosemary Cappello , Poet, Writer, and Editor of “Philadelphia Poets.”
Table of Contents
Impressions on the Observances of gods
Aschak
Twilight in the Garden of Sophia
Jean Galliano
Your Friend, Serpent
Ekillous
I Escape
Aschak
Ego vs. Justice League
Ekillous
Fragments of Desire
Aschak
Revelation
Jean Galliano
Waterfall
Jean Galliano
Who are you?
Jean Galliano
Coffee with Hubris
Ekillous
I Just Want to Shake Your Hand
Ekillous
A Sculpted Poem
Aschak
The Horseman Knows Love
Ekillous
Now & Then?
Aschak
Adams Last Diary Entry....
Ekillous
I Thought I Heard Jesus
Jean Galliano
Baby Steps
Ekillous
Wildflower
Aschak
Repairing the Elements of Rust
Aschak
Back Article in the Daily Planet
Ekillous
Prayer to Self
Aschak
For the World … By a Six Year Old
Aschak
Small Steps
Ekillous
A Poor Man’s Candle Light
Ekillous
Q TZ
Aschak
Nu-Cle-Us
Aschak
Great Stars
Jean Galliano
A Coming of Age
Jean Galliano
Searching Is: Search In
Aschak
I Am the Alchemy
Jean Galliano
You
Jean Galliano
Millions of Years in the Making
Jean Galliano
Today
Jean Galliano
Potter's Soil
Ekillous
Words
Jean Galliano
Whispers
Ekillous
Impressions on the Observances of gods
Part 1… On Observation
 
Rainbow dreams…
Like colored spectacles
Like octave melodies
Like screaming voices
 
Night time spaces - filled
with voices…
Echoed bits
of fragments in the wind
 
The hand reaches out
Paints the rainbow red
Another dawn breaks eastern skies
Bringing screa-msssss - like
awaking to end the dream…
And you! What do you wish?
To hear - to say, my friends?
 
Another echoed voice
To suit a Poet’s taste - like
Screa-msssss
“Make haste to fill the vessels
Oil your lamps/ Oil your lamps/
Oil your lamps/ Oil your lamps/
“Make haste to fill the vessels
Oil your lamps/ Oil your lamps/
And behold, another Town-crier
Another Poet passes by on swift feet,
and behold, the vessel is your mind
Fill it up with knowledge,
understanding and wisdom - to know
What! freedom is/ freedom is
Freedom is!
“Make haste to fill the vessel
Oil your lamps/ Oil your lamps.”
 
Another hand paints
Another vision becoming real
Emerging form
Black stokes/ black stokes/ black stokes
Visions - and
Screa-msssss
of innocence
 
Night time voices
Screaminggggg
Love songs in the night - and
Screaminggggg
voices…
Like love songs and screaming
Voices/ voices/ voices/ voices / voices
and
Love songs in the night…
 
 
Part 2……. On gods
 
And subsequently though,
these measured substances,
Clad as men and women…
Whose vague images - appear like ghosts
Giving the wish of fools
to the act of achievement - like
Basic principles - entered and
Re-entered - crossed off and
Crossed on - off again/ on
Again - like
lines and makeshift elements
processed and reprocessed - tied
to an old time religion…
Whose god lives in the stillness of each dream - like
a subject
casting shadows of its objects…
Still!
 
I once beheld a place where people ran - like souls
leaving their bodies behind…
Shadows/ from