Thursday, December 22, 2011

Presenting Vazambam's Name Day Celebration Poetry Giveaway Contest!


It’s a time of gifts and as there is no Saint Nick over here in charge of distributing them (we have our own Saint Basil who does this job quite nicely on January 1st) and since yours truly is named after him, I’ve decided to spread some cheer in the midst of all this dire talk of impending Hellenic bankruptcy. Here’s the deal (please don’t beware of Greeks bearing gifts)—I’m going to give away two autographed copies of my first book Sentences (only 300 copies were published) to the first two people who can answer the following question:

What was my first girlfriend’s name?
Hint (but not much of one): It’s not of Greek origin.

All entrants can enter only one name and they cannot enter more than once; if by the end of the contest (12.00 midnight December 31st, Greek time) there are no winners (or only one), the names of the remaining participants will be put into a Mexican straw hat (idea courtesy of William Michaelian) and on the evening of January 1st, 2012, the soberest guest at my name day party will be asked to draw the first two (or one) names out of the hat. A photograph commemorating the occasion will be taken and duly published on my blog together with the names of the lucky, soon-to-be well-heeled winners, as a signed copy of Sentences is now selling online at over $35 (just think of all the things you could buy for that very special person if it were 1950 and you were six years old).


Please send your guesses to vzambam3@otenet.gr together with your snail mail addresses—good luck (unless you’re psychic or have a pint-sized sphinx in your pocket, you’re going to need it)!

UPDATE: 12/23/11. Hey, guess what--I don't expect anyone to guess the right answer--all you have to do is send in any crazy name to enter. So let's send in those entries!

Haiku Wednesday


My thanks to the indefatigable Don Wentworth for publishing one of my favorites, together with a fine one by Roberta Beary. 

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Offering

At last, the long-awaited cleansing downpour, 
Tomorrow, a promise of more—even now 

As I write this, I can see the ancient silver- 
Green trees with their branches extended. 



Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Crow's Foot


edge 
         of the meadow, the small 

tracks 

                there, 
a stream 
                beginning 

to branch. 


(Opening poem from Sentences, 1976)

Monday, December 19, 2011

Finally, A Clear-cut Definition

Beauty?  

I ain’t stumped but
Don’t tell this old logger
It’s in the eyes
Of the beholder—
I can’t see

No forest or no trees.

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