Tuesday, September 11, 2012

A World Rediscovered (An Anthology of Contemporary Verse)


A World Rediscovered (An Anthology of Contemporary Verse)  Edited by Jean LeBlanc


  • Paperback: 104 pages
  • Publisher: Cyberwit.net (September 26, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 8182533376
  • ISBN-13: 978-8182533370

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    Poetry and A World Rediscovered


    "Swimmers in factual waters / disinventing depth...." Those opening lines of Chuck Tripi’s poem, "Proof," stand as an apt definition of poets and their paradoxical ways. Poets (and in fact all artists) operate in the known universe, subject to the same laws of physics as everyone else. And yet, poets can disinvent depth, can rise to the surface, are called upward into the light that they themselves can also create. There is this world. And then, there is this world rediscovered. And for that, we have the poets to thank.

    I have always believed that poets and scientists have a lot to learn from each other. In A Brief History of Time, Stephen Hawking asks, "Why do we remember the past but not the future?" It is the only question of Dr. Hawking’s I feel I can answer: Poets do remember the future—that is precisely how poets spend their days, remembering the future. It is lovely to think of poetry as "the spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions recollected in tranquility," as William Wordsworth wrote, but we poets know it is more like a place of turmoil rather than tranquility. Poets write of desire and want, because the future—well, you do not have to be a poet to remember what that will bring. Poets remember the future and celebrate the present. The result is haunting, whether one has written the poem or has read it.
    The haiku poets have always known this. Ban’ya Natsuishi writes: A golden hand / from the dimple / of a muddy lake —and you are there, on the slippery banks of that muddy lake, and—and!—the golden hand is yours. Will be yours. Was yours. The haiku has left you bereft of the false comfort of measured time. Past, present, future are all now. The power of the image knocks us from the known world that made that image possible. Fortunately, a poet is there to remember, and to remind.

    In the pages that follow, the reader will remember many futures. "Look: / You have become..." George Lightcap begins in "Poem for Myself at Age Seventeen from Me at Fifty-Four," as he disinvents time in a tone both humorous and poignant. A kindred humor and poignancy is found in "When Meeting Beauty" by Jan Oskar Hansen. Robin Linn disinvents the distinctions of personal space in "Capital of Learning," with its shifting perspectives and disconcerting cityscape. Sayumi Kamakura writes, "Though the lilies flower, / I couldn’t shorten / the distance between us"—and there again, the reader will hold his or her breath, and think, "How did this poet see me, see my world, see my future?"
    "I couldn’t shorten the distance between us." And yet, Kamakura has shortened it. All the poets in this anthology have disinvented distance. This is the power of art. A poet’s choice of a word, an artist’s choice of color, a dancer’s choice of how to move her hand makes the experience of art an experience of reality, a real world unto itself, rather than a reflection of a world. I almost wrote, "So many of the poems in this anthology celebrate creation," which would have been foolish. They all celebrate creation.

    Physicists, if you want to see string theory at work, multiple universes wherein every possibility exists at once, you need look no further than poetry. But "who can bear to believe this report?" asks Albert U. Turner in his poem in the voice of Arctic explorer Matthew Henson. Who can bear to believe, indeed. It would be easier, perhaps, to shut one’s mind to these reports the poets bring us from these other worlds, reports of longing, of the tenuous beauty of our days, of future memories that stop the heart.

    The poets stand with the scientists on one side, and the philosophers on the other. In The Sense of Beauty, George Santayana wrote, "The real world is merely the shadow of that assurance of eventual experience which accompanies sanity." Shadow...assurance...experience—again, the stuff of poetry. Reader, did you realize when you picked up this beautiful book, that you were holding in your hands the manifestation of science and philosophy? You did realize. That is what poetry is, after all. You know you hold here a world rediscovered, a new world with each turn of the page. Your world. Remember—here it comes.

    Jean LeBlanc
    Newton, New Jersey, U.S.A.
    September, 2012







    Thursday, September 6, 2012

    Unscented Flowers by Uttiya Sarkar

  • Paperback: 66 pages
  • Publisher: Rochak Publishing (August 30, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 9381696047
  • ISBN-13: 978-9381696040

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    Uttiya Sarkar has been writing poems from his childhood but was unable to publish them. He wrote most frequently during the Higher Secondary level. It was then his first poems appeared in Hindi in an anthology published by the District Literary Council, Jamtara. Finally he managed to publish his first collection UNSCENTED FLOWERS from Cyberwit Publications. Currently Mr.Uttiya Sarkar is the Head of Deaprtment, English, Bengal College of Engineering and Technology, Durgapur and the Chief Co-ordinator, AICTE-EDC,SKSgi,Durgapur. His extensive traveling and his personal experiences has given shape to his futile mind of poetry. Someone has commented on him saying that his ideas are more matured than his age.

    LET ME PRAISE YOU

    Let me praise you !
    No ! it is not articulation,
    Or decoration of words,
    I say my words from the core of my heart.

    Thy image ! made graceful
    Weaves into my mind,
    Like a spider web.

    Its cream, the complexion;
    The voice more you know (sweeter),
    Upon the fever of my life..
    They are the dew drops from heaven.

    I love that black long hair;
    The artistic fingers.
    (cant tell anything about the lips)
    For they are artificial.
    And the eyes!
    Oh ! they are marvelous!
    May be more;
    If she puts on "kajol"

    What more can I wish
    In a dear friend as she?
    

    Harvests of New Millennium VOLUME 5 NUMBER 1 JAN. 2012



  • Paperback: 130 pages
  • Publisher: Cyberwit.net (February 2, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0009740023
  • ISBN-13: 978-0009740022
  • Product Dimensions: 10 x 6.5 x 0.5 inches

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    Art & Poetry

     "In listening to a concert, the music-lover experiences a joy qualitatively different from that experienced in listening to natural sounds, such as the murmur of a stream. Similarly modern painters provide artistic sensations due exclusively to the harmony of lights and shades and independent of the subject depicted in the picture."


    – Parisian art critic and poet Guillaume Apollinairey

    


    Monday, September 3, 2012

    Taj Mahal Review

    ISSN 0972 - 6004  VOLUME 10  NUMBER 1 JUNE 2011
    Cyberwit’s International Journal
    Devoted to Arts, Literature, Poetry & Culture
     
    Editor
    Dr. Santosh Kumar
    Editorial Advisor
    Maria Cristina Azcona
    Ban'ya Natsuishi
    Managing Editor
    Karunesh Kumar Agrawal
     
    To Contributors
    We accept published, unpublished and also simultaneous creations, but Taj Mahal Review does not publish anonymous writings. The matter sent for publication must be an original creation of the author. Please give your full address, e-mail, and personal profile while submitting your work. For submitting your works log on to


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    From the Editor
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    aj Mahal Review represents quality and variety. This issue includes a comprehensive selection of most remarkable artwork, poems, haiku, short stories, book reviews, literary criticism. Taj features distinctive voice of creative artists across the globe. Our mission is toward the promotion of creative writings world-wide. The very best poems, haiku and short stories add to our insight into so many cultures from so many voices.
    Osama Bin Laden is dead, as the US forces launched a unilateral attack inside Abbottabad in Pakistan. It is very sad that Al-Qaeda has pledged to attack Western targets. The whole world is still haunted by tragic 9/11 when the twin towers fell, and more than three thousand innocent people died. The brutality and stupidity of terrorism confirms contemporary barbarism. The authors should advocate peace to make our planet better. Blessed are the peacemakers. Paradise is here, if "the wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid" (Issaih XI, 6).

    Barth’s essay "The Literature of Exhaustion" reveals that there is nothing left for the contemporary author to inspire. That is why several postmodern writers indulge in parody of their great predecessors.

    I am very grateful to all artists included in this issue for their kind support and cooperation. Many thanks again to these creative artists for their generous help in bringing out this edition.
    Best Wishes.

    -Santosh Kumar

    Contributors

    REFLECTIONS
    Mimi Ferebee
    Moshé Liba
    Richard Araujo
    William Matthew McCarter 

    LITERARY CRITICISM
    Michael D. Sollars 

    SHORT STORIES
    Albert Russo
    Andrew McIntyre
    Chen-ou Liu
    D Everett Newell
    D. R. Prescott
    Eric Tessier
    Floriana Hall
    Gary Alexander Azerier
    James Skinner
    Joseph Aprile
    Larissa Douglass
    Raymund P. Reyes
    Robert Wexelblatt
    Stephen Shepherd
    Steve Mogg
    Steve Morris 

    POEMS
    Akshat "The Reflection" Sharma
    Albert Russo
    Azsacra Zarathustra
    Blair Ewing
    Changming Yuan
    Cherri Randall
    Daniel S. Liuzzi
    D Everett Newell
    D H Sutherland
    Fran Shaw
    G David Schwartz
    Harlan D. Whatley
    Jan Oskar Hansen
    Jean LeBlanc
    John F. Buckley
    John Ryan
    John Sibley Williams
    Joseph Ferguson
    June Nandy
    Katya Ganeshi
    Krishna P. Chakravorty
    Lamont Palmer
    Lance Nizami
    Maryse Schouella
    Matthew Roberts
    Rose Marie Streeter
    Ruth Sabath Rosenthal
    Shayla Hawkins
    Shirley Bolstok
    Stephanie Campbell
    Sonnet Mondal
    Suzie Palmer
    Sweta Srivastava Vikram
    Victoria L. Weaver
    Walter Ruhlmann 

    HAIKUAdám Bogár
    Ban’ya Natsuishi
    Bill Cooper
    Bill Wolak
    John Mcdonald
    Moshé Liba
    Nola Terrassin
    Santiago B. Villafania
    Sayumi Kamakura
    Shirley Bolstok
    Steven Carter
    Suzie Palmer
    Yuko TANGE 

    GEMS OF THOUGHTS
    ARTWORKSEleanor Leonne Bennett 

    REVIEWS
    Anil CS Rao as a poet
     

    Saturday, September 1, 2012

    Conduits to Heart & Soul by D Everett Newell

    Conduits to Heart & Soul by D Everett Newell

     
  • Paperback: 179 pages
  • Publisher: Cyberwit.net (September 1, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 8182532906  ISBN-13: 978-8182532908


  • "Consistency is a direct correlation to credibility"
                                          – D Everett Newell





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    Front Cover Pic Photography by Kathy V Newell, Terri Butchkavitz, Photo shopped by James Canning

    Back Cover Pic Photogaphy by Dennis E Newell, "Sachs Covered Bridge" Gettysburg PA

         D Everett Newell's latest poetry collection Conduits to Heart & Soul reveals the universalizing quality of his genius. His depths and heights of inner feeling are unsurpassable. In all these poems, we find his gifted poetic craftsmanship. An exquisite variety of glistening images will certainly attract the reader's eye. Newell shows beauty of style blended with profundity of thought. Conduits to Heart & Soul confirms the fact that D Everett Newell is undoubtedly one of the greatest contemporary poets.
                                                                       - Dr. Santosh Kumar, Editor, Cyberwit.net

         The poems included in Conduits to Heart & Soul will please all classes of readers. This makes the book more valuable and creative. With this book the author D Everett Newell has acquired the position of a major English poet. "Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you" (Jim Morrison). This quote is fully applicable to Conduits to Heart & Soul  by D Everett Newell.
                                                    - Karunesh Kumar Agrawal, Mangaing Editor, Cyberwit.net

    THE AUTHOR

    My name is Dennis Everett Newell; I am called in no certain order, Denny, Den, Big D, D Everett, and Dennis. It’s funny, but I can usually tell by how someone calls my name, what time in my life we shared. I guess there are many layers to a life that has now spanned 58 years. My middle name, Everett, has been passed down in our family since the Civil War. My great-great-grandfather’s name was Darius Newell, who named his son Silas Everett Newell, my great-grandfather. He in turn named his son John Everett Newell, my grandfather, who then in turn named my dad, John Everett Newell Jr. My dad named me Dennis Everett Newell, and my son is Corey Everett Newell.

    Poetry is my way of slaying the inner dragons within my mind, thus allowing my inner feelings and passions to escape - my relief valve if you will! I draw on my own personal inspiration from my assimilations and experience of my life lived. Experiences that I have taken then shaped and formed into stories and poems. Moments garnered from all people I have interacted with, during these 58 years of living. I am from a very from a family WITH a long history of wordsmiths. Within these pages, I try not to let down those that came before me, and to pass a standard to those who will come after. Taking on this family mantle, I do so with pride and to the best of my meager abilities.

    I now live in Western New York, an area that if you don’t like the weather, wait 24 hours and it will change. The people that live here are tough, able, caring and resilient. I originated from the hills of Pennsylvania - a small town, Falls Creek, in the foothills of the Allegheny Mountain chain. Within my family heritage you will find lumberjacks, coal miners, and people of every vocation. You will also find warmth, loyalty and support. This family is the most loving and lovely family a young boy and now late- middle-aged man could possibly ever hope for.

    My passions are, in no particular order, writing, photography, history (Civil War and WW II), music, poetry, sports, computers, and I am a people watcher. I am you see, an eclectic spirit, hence these eclectic thoughts. I hope with all of my heart, something you read in this book will touch you. I hope you can pause and maybe reflect on your own life and world. My Dad taught me very early on, be a "stop and smell the roses’" man! I have been published in Taj Mahal, Harvest of New Millennium, Different Worlds: A Virtual Journey.

    Two Previous Books "Memories & Reflections" and "Captured Moments, Tall Tales and Poems". Which can be purchased from Author at his email address.

    Thank YOU.
    D Everett Newell, the Big D