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Monday, June 13, 2016

BLOG OF THE WEEK ~ AN UPDATE WITH BUDDAH MOSKOWITZ

Buckle up, kids, because today we are chatting with one of our long-time members of Poets United, Buddah Moskowitz, of  I Hate Poetry: The Buddah Moskowitz Archive. You are in for a fun ride, as our friend has a lot of energy and humor. He has shared some wonderful poems with us, and photos from his happy life. Let's not waste another minute. Let's dive in!





Frasier, Phillipe and Buddah
Moskowitz


Sherry: Hi kiddo, it is nice to be chatting with you again. Nice curls, by the way! I went back and read our first interview in 2012, which was such fun. I had more brain cells back then, and only hope I can do you justice this time around. Would you bring us up to date with your life today, so our newer members can get to know you better?

Mosk: Nice to be asked back.  Things are roughly the same as before, when we last spoke.  I�ve been trying to keep writing and refining whatever I can call my technique.   I realize that in my quest to write in an unadorned (and presumably, unpretentious) style, that my writing can tend to be somewhat prosaic.  I�ve even added as a tag to some of my works #fuckyouthisisntpoetry as a pre-emptive strike to anyone who would (justifiably) question my credentials as a [ahem] poet. 

Sherry: Oh my. You are a poet in our books, kiddo! And "prosaic" is not a word I would associate with you. Are you still firmly rooted in southern California? Still working in academia? How is your family doing?

Mosk: Yes, very much rooted in California.  It�s the land of my people. Seriously, I did one of those DNA Ancestry tests where you spit in a vial and send it to their labs and they tell you where your DNA shows up around the world.  Surprise! Surprise! My DNA shows up here most in the Americas (North, Central and South Americas).  A little bit of my DNA is also found in the Iberian Peninsula and a similarly small proportion of my DNA was found in Greece/Italy.  

What does this mean?  Mostly, it confirms what I had long assumed: I come from a long line of indigenous people and a wee bit of (I�m assuming) Spanish explorers.  I told my kids when they bought it for me as a Christmas present, they probably wasted their money as I *knew* I was going to be part of that long continuum of Mexican lineage.   Either way, it was good to get the confirmation.

Mosk at two


Sherry: How cool to know your lineage exactly. I would love to have indigenous ancestry (and hope that I do!) - people who know how to live with and upon the land.

Mosk: I�m still an educational researcher at a southern California community college.  I�m getting to the age where I�m seeing many of my colleagues retiring and I want to join them!  By my estimate, I have about seven more years here before I can retire, so I�m trying to make the best out of this time.  Don�t get me wrong. I love my job, but there are many other things I�d like to do with my time, like watch my grandchildren, of which I don�t have any yet.  However, I�m betting at least one of my childbearing-aged children will pop out a unit in the coming years, and I�ll get to be Pop-o to the next generation.  



Wedding Blur


In the meanwhile, I still live with my beautiful bride, Anita, my son, who�s an emergency room nurse, and my younger daughter, Sarah, who attends the local college.  

My older daughter, Rachel, just moved out and is working and going to school. I�m very proud of all of them.   Since we last spoke, I think some of the animals have moved on (how�s that for a death euphemism?), so now we have Magnolia and Mona Lisa the Yorkies, Sadie the Cat, and Frasier and Phillipe, the cockatiels. My house is nothing if not lived-in and noisy.

Sherry: Oh, it sounds glorious! But wait a minute! Are you seriously trying to sneak a WEDDING past me? Spill the beans! When did this happen? Everyone looks so beautiful and happy. And congratulations! 

Mosk: The wedding pic is from 2002. All those kids are adults now. Now, I'm older and grayer!




Magnolia Moskowitz


Mona Lisa Moskowitz


Sherry: The wedding looks wonderful, and you have a beautiful wife. You began writing poetry in high school. What was it that drew you to poetry as your means of creative expression, rather than prose? What do you love about poetry? What keeps you writing it?

Mosk: I gravitate to poetry because it�s a brief form (for me at least). I don�t have the best sense of concentration, and I can�t sustain interest for too long in any one subject.  

More than that, originally, I started off being a songwriter.  The songs are similar to a form I call the poemonologue.  A poem, like a song, is like a little performance.  You can tell so much by the voice of the piece.  The poemonologue is meant to be read aloud. It�s a direct (confrontational) communication to the audience.  The poemonologue is mainly a monologue, with presumably more poetic flourishes.  I like writing in different voices, as if I were writing for characters in a play, but in this case, I am the sole actor.  (How�s that for narcissism?)   

Sherry: I like this idea; a poemonologue sounds fun. I am intrigued.

Mosk: I keep writing because in writing I have found the one form of therapy and amusement that works for me.  I also get a lot of my personal identity from being a writer.  I tire of writers who kvetch about not being inspired enough to write. That�s baloney! Keep writing!  You have to keep writing, and one day you�ll get lucky (not inspired, but lucky) and something will tumble out that�ll tickle the hell out of you. It�s mostly luck � the more you write, the better your chances at writing something good.

'My writing is my memoir.'


Sherry:  That is exactly right. I read in your interview at The Poet�s Corner, your statement �My writing is my memoir�. I love that! What do you try to capture, in your poems?

Mosk: I am really inspired by photography.  A photo taken by 65 different photographers can give 65 different perspectives � it�s all in how the photographer takes the picture.  I see my �memoir� poetry as my way of taking an emotional or spiritual snapshot of whatever I am documenting.  

I think if my poems resonate with readers at all, it�s because they�re recognizing something in themselves that I have also seen in myself, and felt validated. That�s usually how art affects me, as a doorway to validation.  Mostly, I think I am writing as a piecemeal way of documenting this life of mine. I like having all these stories, events and Ideas all collected together so that if anyone ever wanted to learn about me, then all they�d have to do is point their browser at http://ihatepoetry.blogspot.comand read on!

Sherry: Yes! Me, too. How has blogging impacted your writing?

Mosk: Blogging has given me an easy way to publish and distribute my writings. Also, it�s allowed me to share other writers I enjoy with my readers.  I used to have a site called virtualpoetryreading.com, and I would have writers read their poems into my Google Voice line and I�d post them because I liked hearing the voices. 

Now, there are many superbly talented writers that I read daily and I have no idea how they sound, or for that matter how they look, and in some democratic way I like that relative anonymity.  That�s why I�m very reticent to put any pictures of me on my websites.  I don�t want to bias anyone against me, if they didn�t like my looks. Or I didn�t want them to be in favor of me just because they liked my looks. 

Also, I have come to love the community of readers who generously comment on my works.  I like to say that it doesn�t matter if no one read my poetry, but I am writing for an audience.   I get a great sense of validation from my readers and I never, ever take their comments for granted.  There are a billion sites on the internet and somehow they found mine, and I am grateful for their patronage.  Also, I am fortunate to read some of the most talented and powerful writers, and blogging allows me to tell them to their face (as it were) how wonderful they are and how thankful I am for their talent.

Sherry: I feel the same way. It is such a privilege to belong to the poetry community, it is balm for the soul, and definitely keeps me writing much more than I would without it. 

You sometimes write about your long journey of recovery since 1990. That is a real accomplishment. Would you care to share anything about that journey?  I find that the poet�s journey is the real story, reflected in his writing. There is much for our readers to take inspiration from, if you wish to share.

Mosk: I�m still on the journey of recovery.  I don�t have any secrets, but rather the tiny bit of self-knowledge that while I can be very self-disciplined, I can also cave very easily into temptation. 

Here�s an example: in January, my daughter and I joined Weight Watchers, and I lost 20 pounds in 3 months.  It wasn�t as difficult as I remember, and I feel better now, my clothes fit better, and in all ways my health is better than ever.  But� ever since I lost the weight, I�ve been letting my two weaknesses creep back into my diet � cookies and candies.  I�ve still kept the weight off, but every day I vow to be strong, and every day I give in. Why?  I know it isn�t good for me!  Thankfully, it�s only sweet things that are my weaknesses, but with that knowledge of how easy it is to slip, I stay clear of the booze.  Ok, here�s a boozy-cutie:


The Lady Who Never Says No

The lady who never says no
whispers that no one will
ever know.

She's all dressed up
for the holidays
like a call-girl,
wearing her best
skin-tight
electro-amphetamine
frosting.

She knows how
to make that sound
with her perfectly
lipsticked
mouth
that makes even the
most innocent utterance
sound slutty
and tempting.

She's giving me that
"Take Me into
That Darkened Corner
and Do Whatever
You Want" look

and she's right
no one will ever know,

but I know me.

And one time
will tumble into 20,
then into a hundred,

and we'll go at it
cheap and angry
in my car
in the far end of
the Wal-Mart parking lot,

and then I'll be
sucking down mouthwash
before coming home,

and I probably
will only stop
when the red and blue lights
stop me,
and I lose my license
for a year.

Then,
everyone will know.

Fuck,
just keep on walking.

For Christ's sake,
it's just one aisle in the grocery store.

After 26 years,
ain't you got over her yet?


Sherry: Smiles. I love the self-talk going on in this poem! Would you choose three more of your poems to share with us? And tell us something about each?

Mosk: The first one is pure documentary.  Happened in August 1994.  I was 30 and still young and na�ve  and horny � a bad combination at least.


Be Careful What You Ask God For

I asked God
to give me an experience
to write about,

one to illustrate
the human condition,
visceral and exciting,
to make my writing
sail through the blank pages.

Be careful what you ask God for.

So when
the hell broke out,
and Lauren left me
for another man,
I asked God for
something
to take away the pain,
and along came Kim,
and with
a giggling acquiescence
without a struggle,
she disrobed,
and climbed upon
the dessert cart,
naked and splay-legged,
and invited me
to partake.

And take I did.

Be careful what you ask God for.

I thought I could
talk my way out of it.

If her husband
ever found out,
I'd just deny it.

(yes,
I know, I know.)

But when he called,
three months later
screaming and blood
furious,
(she told him
I raped her)
telling me he was
going to shoot
my balls off
and he knew where
I lived,

the police told
me to go into hiding
until they could
calm him down
and I could get
a restraining order.

So, as I began
recounting
this sordid tale
I realized,
that I was writing about
the human condition,
visceral and exciting,
I just never guessed
it'd be for
a police report.

Be careful what you ask God for.



Sherry: Yes, be careful indeed! Wow!

Mosk; This next poem is somewhat autobiographical, but written mostly for middle aged men, as they transform from the hunter to the invisible.

Sherry: Oh, women become invisible too! Even more so! Trust me, I know these things!



Grandpa Dracula

He used to be sexy
with his slim figure and
sharpened fangs.

His cool demeanor
and sartorial elegance
mesmerized women
into breathlessly
offering up their necks
as prelude to
their pulsating
sweet
essence.

These flowers with
thick eyelashes,
shiny red lips
and pendulous curves
would avoid his gaze
for fear they�d be tempted
past the point
of redemption.

But now,
he�s Grandpa Dracula,
fat, toothless
and domesticated.

They look
straight into his eyes,
and chat with him easily,
and it is
worse
than being invisible:

he is deemed
cute and harmless.

The eternal life
he coveted,
remains forever elusive,
as he replays his memories,
which mock him
like an endless stream
of Viagra commercials.



Sherry: Ouch! "Worse than being invisible". It gets easier by the time you're my age, kiddo. Smiles. One grows accustomed to being benign, like a shrub. Cackle.

Mosk: Finally, here�s a brief poem about my religious beliefs:


The Big Picture, IMHO

No dogma,
no apologetics,
no complicated legalism:

only Love,

and if that�s too abstract,
then try Jesus.

Not the Bible,
not the church,

just Jesus.



Sherry: I love this one, kiddo. Simple and profound. I see you published a book some time back. Congrats on that! 





Mosk: Thanks, I think my e-book is still on amazon.com  here
I published that 5 years ago.  Where did the time go?

Sherry: You mentioned in your interview at Poet�s Corner that your second collection would feature Christian-Universalist-Humanist poems. Is this collection still in the works?

Mosk: Well, that hasn�t materialized, but I do have a new way to describe my religious beliefs : post-theistic, Christian existentialist. It�s taken me a long time to be able to state where I am in my relation to God.  That label comes close.  I�ve only been a Christian 9 years.

Sherry: That is a way cool description. I understand one of your other creative interests is creating digital music. Might you have a link to your music, that we can include here?



Mosk at 13


Mosk: Well, I have a site at soundcloud.com, 
https://soundcloud.com/noisytherapy, but it only has a few snippets of ideas, some remixes, mashups, etc..  Although I anticipate making more music, as I have been creating a studio in in my closet where I can make my noisy therapy.  

Also, I plan on making more videos for the Moskowitz Media Machine at https://www.youtube.com/user/ihatepoetryI have poems there about Richard Pryor and Love.  Check them out. Maybe it�ll inspire/irritate someone enough they�ll make better art to show what a collection of dreck mine is.

Sherry: Smiles. Again, "dreck" is another word I wouldn't use in connection with your work. But I do like the humility.  In closing, is there anything you�d like to say to Poets United? You were away for a while, and it is lovely to see your name popping up again at Mr. Linky. What brought you back??

Mosk: Thank you to everyone who has stopped by to read my writing. It always makes me smile to see any comments. What brought me back?  I just fell off the writing scene for like six months, and when I came back I saw that a lot of my favorite writers were active on your site, so I decided to join back up.  Seriously, the community of writers that I have been lucky enough to read are a constant source of inspiration, encouragement and creativity and I hope I bring them at least a little of the happiness they bring me.

Sherry: Thanks, kiddo. We are so happy to have you back at PU! It has been fun chatting with you, and we look forward to enjoying much more of your work in the months to come.

Wasn't this fun, kids? I enjoy Mosk's humor so much. Do come back and see who we talk to next. Who knows? It might be you!


Monday, June 6, 2016

Blog of the Week ~ Grace at Everyday Amazing

This week, my friends, we are pleased to feature the Canadian poet, Grace, who writes so beautifully at Everyday Amazing, where, Grace says, "I paint a canvas of my ever-changing world". As a long-time member of Poets United, we have featured Grace a few times over the years. Her Life of a Poet interview was in 2012, and we did a Blog of the Week in 2014, as well as some poems of the week, given how beautiful her writing is. (Her writing truly is Everyday Amazing! It was hard to limit myself to a few today.) Grace lives near Toronto, in Ontario, Canada. Pour yourself a cuppa, and let's enjoy a few of her gorgeous poems.





Sherry: Grace, so nice to be chatting with you again. 

Grace: Thanks for the feature.   As you know, writing poetry is a fun hobby for me.   I get my inspirations from my everyday life, like my weekday train rides, watching documentaries, (mostly nature), and reading the poetry of other poets.

Sherry: I still remember the woman in the yellow coat that brightened one of your winter morning train rides. Smiles. Grace, do you have any plans for your writing in the months ahead. Is there anything you'd like to tell us about?

Grace: I don't have plans of publishing my work, as it's only a hobby for me.    

I am busy with work at Downtown Toronto City, and keep myself professionally updated by studying and taking exams every year.

The big family event that happened was when my eldest son got married last year, May 31, 2015.  It was a memorable family reunion, as our families came  from different parts of the world. 


My daughter- in-law is wearing the red dress


Sherry: Oh congratulations! That must have been a wonderful event, a wedding and a family reunion.

Grace: As to writing, I wish I can write more, but I now refrain from linking up during weekends as I would like  to be more active and doing some other stuff (like hiking and visiting parks), specially during the warm seasons.  I am envious of poets who pour out their deep emotions and thoughts on the page and blogs about it.   I don't think I have reached that point yet as I keep myself in check.   You asked me before about my best work, and I believe, then and now, that my "best" is still coming.

Sherry: Wow, you already write brilliantly. I await future work with anticipation. Smiles.

Grace: What I enjoy most about writing poetry is the community of poets - they are warm and thoughtful writers.   And even though we have not met each other face to face, you get a glimpse of their hearts and lives though their words.

I now feel more comfortable sharing pictures of myself and my family.


During our autumn walk. I'm in the middle.


Sherry: Thanks so much, Grace. It is lovely to see you and your family! Yes, over the years, reading each other's deepest thoughts, we do get to know each other very well. 

Grace, recently, I was blown away by your poem "A Dance In the Sky". I loved it so much, I really wanted to hear about it in more depth. Let's dive in.


A dance in the sky

your umber words
undo
my laced-up ribbons

kindles fire
effervescent as wine
i snow melt

furrows to crown
& between fingertips
i grow fresh skin

throw wild air-kisses
to red-
crested cardinals

there's no time
swooning over you

because
you've already flown,
dancing with starlings



Dancing with starlings


Sherry: Your imagery in this piece is so gorgeous, Grace. Tell us the story of this poem, won't you?

Grace: I was watching the video of the murmuration of the starlings, and I was awed by their beauty and flight.   The winter season is long in my part of the world, so I was looking forward to the return of the birds and advent of spring.    I also wrote this as a word challenge - in 44 words only.

Sherry: You described  it to perfection in those few words, Grace. Another poem with birds in it really spoke to me: your "Lost Brotherhood". Let's take a look.


Migrating Siberian cranes over the Himalayas




white against white
    sky is an open road
       above ice-capped mountains

wild is the call of wind
    that rushes in our lungs
       as we cross continents & rivers

to where the sun greens
     every blade of grass, browns earth-
        worms, yellows fish in marshlands

we fear not the crossing
     the flock is brotherhood
        marking the journey old as sea

our wingspan fight
     against eagles and vultures
         yet we fear not
              as we smell rain clouds
       above the marsh & bogs
       
as we travel  
      on and on       
           don't lead us astray
                     with your hunting games
                 for our prized plumes
         for our tender meat

leave us 
      in our untamed earth
            dense, unsettled as clouds  
               with the wind as our choir      
                       we move as kindred souls 
                                   in silent geometry
                                     
                            Let this be not our  
                                                         last
                                                                 j o u r
                                                                             n
                                                                                 e
                                                                                      y


Sherry: I pray it isn't their last journey too. I love "leave us...unsettled as clouds / with the wind as our choir..." Beautifully done, Grace.

Grace: Sadly, these long-lived cranes are on the list of endangered species, as its population has greatly diminished in the last three decades.

"Lost Brotherhood" was a prompt for eco-poetry which I hosted for D'verse.   I wanted to write about the plight of Siberian cranes when they are migrating between seasons.  I used the words to create a wing-like formation when they are flying, and the eventual fall from the skies.   I think it's fun to play with the format of the words on the page. 

Sherry: You succeeded. very well, Grace. The way the closing word fades and drifts off the page really underscores the plight of the cranes.  

Your poem "Traveler's Heart" spoke directly to me, as I have written many poems about traveling. Your imagery is, as always, glorious in this poem. And I love the changing formats of your poems, which look so wonderful on the page.
      

Traveler's heart


Give me 
autumn's billowing wind
Ruffling falling leaves to wet canvas 
I am blue butterfly trifling the wheat fields
Up north, I travel to gaze snow-capped mountains
Down south, I gather shells & listen to sun-lit chimes

I flicker back and forth between cities and seasons
To the east, I drink green tea & feast on pink lotus
To the west, I sip ripe wine & study cathedrals
My luggage is not yet filled of souvenirs
 With colorful shirts and silver spoons 
Like clouds, I will not rest, not yet
For I have a traveler's 
   w
       a
           n
               d
                   e
                     r
                l
       u
s
                                                     t



Sherry: I have it too, though now I do my traveling through words and the imagination. Which is why your words lift me up and carry me off so wonderfully.

Grace: I am also inspired by the photography of other artists. I must admit I find it hard to write without pictures or having a mental picture in my head. Along with the title, I wanted to create a shaped or visual poem, to complement my words. To do this, I first write the words in a normal way, then I play with the format on the page. 

My most challenging shaped or visual poem was "When It's the Real Thing". After that exercise, I felt bolder to experiment with the words!



When it's the real thing



I'd like to buy 
the world a poem 
for all 365 days, I
will not keep it 
company but will 
let it tumble, rip, 
crash, hobble, run,
slam, burst as autumn 
red leaves drifting by 
the river canal, falling 
over bridges & archways
until the verses settle down:  
a torchlight, bell, majestic river.

I'd like to give the world a view:

happiness, not bought & sugared,
nor snowed white as turtle doves
but simple yellow morning bloom.
Then I'd teach the world to sing  
in perfect harmony with trees, 
with each fading leaf color and 
passing clouds. Because there's a
poem to be found even in empty
road, lonely mountain, rainy days,
rusted can, or walking hand in hand.
Life tastes good when you keep it real. 


Sherry: It looks beautiful on the page, and I love its message. So positive!

Thank you so much for starting our week off so beautifully, Grace. And for your loyalty to Poets United. We appreciate you, and look forward to enjoying much more of your work in the years to come. 


I hope you enjoyed these lovely poems as much as we did, my poet friends. Do come back and see who we talk to next. Who knows? It might be you!