Wednesday, February 10, 2021

Five Poems From Otoliths, A Magazine Of Many E-Things, #60

 

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Vassilis Zambaras


FALSE WITNESS TO BIBLIOMANCY


Preoccupied, stupefied 
By all I see before me,
I pick a book I believe

To hold truth; I balance it
On its spine and allow it
To fall open; with eyes closed

I pick a passage 
And let truth flow back
To the future through my fingers
 
Till it blinds me.



COMING UPON A HITHERTO UNKNOWN POEM BY SAPPHO


[deterioration highly evident]

heart frag[mented?] yet
[     ]     
[     ]
[     ]
put together so
[     ]     
[     ]
[lovingly?] 
[     ] 
[     ]  
perfect [that]
nothing could
[     ]
[     ]
[     ]
go to pieces

[rampant moth bites]

[     ]
[     ]
[     ]
forever [like?] 
[     ] that 

[papyrus in fluttering tatters]



CHAINLINK FENCES
—for John Levy

Who writes in a poem
About a drawing why
He liked them as a child
So swell and yet subdued

We can well imagine

Climbing up them even
If our feet are now 
Too large and we 
Too big for our britches.



FROM A LINE OF KANDINSKY’S


blue 

like a snail re
treating in
to its 

sh
el
l



SAMPLE ESL ADVANCED LEVEL COMPOSITION ASSIGNMENTS
                                                            (150-180 WORDS)


Describe a walk your dog enjoyed very early in the morning.


A family with two small children and a dog plan to move from a cottage in the country to a small but modern flat near the town center. What things must they think about before deciding if they are going to make the move? Try to make your writing at once domesticated, rustic and sophisticated.


Write the conversation you have with a very old person who believes that life was more enjoyable when he/she was younger. You disagree about this. Write in dialogue form, giving only the name of each speaker, followed by the words spoken. Do not mention dates or ages.


A British friend has asked you to recommend an author writing in your language whose works he or she would enjoy reading. Write a letter in reply. You should make the beginning and ending like those of an ordinary letter but do not count the address in the number of words. Keep to the subject and avoid flowery language. Contractions count as two words.


Imagine there has been a shocking incident involving indecent people. Describe it using formal language. Be objective as possible.


You have been offered a free ride on a Ferris wheel by a carnival owner. Describe how you would feel upon discovering you are stranded at the top and the wheel is no longer turning. Please do not waffle.



Vassilis Zambaras: b in Greece, returned there after 25 years in the USA; recently retired from teaching ESL at the language school he founded in 1977 in Meligalas. Three small books of poetry: Sentences (Querencia, 1976), Aural (Singing Horse, 1984) and In Credible Evidence, a foldout booklet of poems (Longhouse, 2010). Poems in the anthology How the Net Is Gripped: A Selection of Contemporary American Poetry (Stride, UK, 1992) and Visiting Dr. Williams: Poems Inspired by the Life and Work of William Carlos Williams, (U of Iowa Press, 2011). Appearances in Poetry Salzburg Review, The London Magazine, First Intensity, The Stockholm Review of Literature, Shearsman, Poetry Northwest, The Galway Review etc. Has an unpublished third collection titled The Intricate Evasions of As.

Tuesday, February 9, 2021

Sunday, February 7, 2021

Voyeurs Exposed

Red herrings, my eye— 
Didn’t they tell you 
 
Words have a habit 
Of disguising themselves 
 
Before the fact so 
As not to be caught 
 
Red-handed in the act? 
 
 

 

Friday, February 5, 2021

Haiku: Close By Eden

Discarded snake skins, 
Apples gone bad on the ground, 
Sly whispers abound. 
 
 

 

Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Haiku: Classical Empathy

Stand stoically rock- 
Still and feel these stones quiver 
In the lizard heat. 
 
 
 
 

 

Monday, February 1, 2021

The Intricate Evasions Of As (Parts One and Two)

 

new for 2021 from facqueuesol books

 

part two of vassilis zambaras’ collection

the intricate evasions of as

 

read it for free at

 

https://facqueuesol-books.jimdofree.com/the-intricate-evasions-of-as-part-two/

 

and if you missed part one

 

https://facqueuesol-books.jimdofree.com/the-intricate-evasions-of-as/

 

 

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Thursday, January 28, 2021

"Poetry Lesson," Fifty Years Later

And yet, we still know something 
Of that bittersweet ambivalence— 
 
The draining out of love in syllables 
Taught us, among other things, silence 
 
And how we talked our way around it.
 
https://vazambam.blogspot.com/2010/05/poetry-lesson.html
 
 
 
 

 

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Abominable Welcome Of A Dangling Postmodern Poetic Modifier

Being 
 
Wrapped up 
Snugly 
 
In the mind of a snowman, 
The wintry 
 
Reception could not 
Put the indefatigable 
 
Raucous rapper’s cool 
Red-hot delivery 
 
On ice. 
 
 
 

 

Saturday, January 23, 2021

Coleridge On Why His "Rime Of The Ancient Mariner" Turned Out To Be So Long And Drawn-Out

Oh, I’d have finished it 
Straightway in a high romantic fit 
Alright but for that hellish albatross 
That hung round brooding 
Over my best laid plans,
Not to mention those 
Spent endless days 
Soul searching damnable 
Interminable nights,
And bearings too loose
To set my course aright.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Thursday, January 21, 2021

Unwavering Rustic Song Of Heraclitus

Concurrently caught  
 
In the babbling 
Brook, the rippling yet 
Still clear reflection 
 
Of that brooding 
Face swaying this 
Way and that, 
 
And the clinging,
Beckoning music 
Of reeds firmly 
 
Stuck in muck. 
 
 

 

Tuesday, January 19, 2021

Fat Chance, Moneybags

Supine in a frozen greenback trance, 
You’re nailed to the earth still banking 
 
On the hoarfrost round your body 
To stand up and dance. 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Friday, January 15, 2021

Naysayers' Ars Poetica

The real reason 
People don’t get poetry— 
 
It’s much easier not to 
Ask yourself why. 
 
 
 

 

Wednesday, January 13, 2021

Not All Greek, Yet--

—for my niece Tanja, 
whose heart most certainly is. 
 
 
To not know 
A word the old 
 
Woman’s saying but 
To feel her hand 
 
On your forehead talking 
A language 
 
Both of you understand.
 
 
 

 

Tuesday, January 12, 2021

"Well, If I Were You, I Wouldn't Start From Here"

But seriously now, 
How else are you 
 
To get to where 
You have to go when 
 
On your way there, 
That long-awaited lame 
 
Punch line comes limping out 
Of nowhere with just enough 
 
Clout to send your senses reeling 
Back to you-know-where? 
 
 
 

 

Friday, January 8, 2021

Revelation

Nothing so far- 
Fetched as a stork 
Bringing a new-
 
Born baby in- 
To a Greek house- 
Hold; here, it’s something
 
More down-to-Earth, I can 
Still remember my mom’s 
Answer when I asked her
 
That tormenting question so 
Many years ago: “Why, 
From the kneecap, you
 
Silly boy, where else?” 
As she slapped 
Her right leg smartly,
 
Letting out a small laugh 
Like a mischievous child 
At the same time. 
 
 
 

 

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Sunday, January 3, 2021

Geezer Spouting Off Again

For us bloody 
 
Hardy blowhards, breathing 
Profusely comes easy—what sucks 
 
As all get out is holding all that non 
Stop volatile stentorian hot 
 
Air indefinitely in. 
 
 
 
 

 

Thursday, December 31, 2020

Clearly Blue

I want 
To describe 
 
A certain indescribable 
Hue of melancholy 
 
By looking closely 
At how I cannot 
 
But think of you.
 
 
 
 
 

 

Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Haiku: Arena

Here most of us mill 
Around without character, 
Others haul millstones. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Friday, December 25, 2020

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

Poet Against The Grain In The Boondocks Of The Southern Peloponnese

Over your head perhaps but 
Then again never entirely 
Out of your element, 
 
This singular cleansing 
Clear blue sky and that 
Uncompromising view 
 
Unobstructed by the ubiquitous 
Chatter of pedestrian clutter you 
Like to think now safely behind you.
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Sunday, December 20, 2020

Coming Clean At Last

When you feel up to it, 
Feel free to write in 
The persona of one unwilling
To exist outside himself— 
If you do, be a sport 
And rub out every ineffable 
Trace of his presence—painful 
As it is, it’ll spare the both of us 
A world of disconsolate grief. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

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