In prosperous apartments
comfortable people dwell
manacled to microwaves,
riveted to vcrs,
spreadeagled on stereos,
trapped in electronic submissions
that provide delight
and erase public concern
with remote control.
For Want Of by
Gary Beck
The boundary lines are clearly drawn.
The well-to-do have fortified
their unassailable positions,
determined to repulse at all costs
the incursions of the needy.
Diminishing resources require
careful conservation, a good plan
to resist demands for equal sharing.
Division by need won’t work.
The soviet collapse,
fracturing to ethnic rivalries,
is more than convincing proof
for us to seek a better way
for consensual consideration.
Gary Beck’s poetry has appeared in dozens of literary
magazines. His recent fiction has been published in
numerous literary magazines. His chapbook 'The
Conquest of Somalia' will be published by Cervena
Barva Press. His plays and translations of Moliere,
Aristophanes, and Sophocles have been produced
Off-Broadway.
Complicated
by Tony Haynes
I wish I could Tell you that I’ve Simplified my life
Solidified my faith Over hot coals
Surprisingly this resonates Completely day & night As I thought it would down in my soul Round & round I go and yes I hate it You make everything so complicated
Tony Haynes has been a
songwriter, music publisher, record producer & author. “Send A
Little Love,” his first song, was recorded by the Spinners in 1981.
Since then, his songs have been recorded on over 200 albums, selling
in excess of 70 million copies worldwide. These songs have earned him
60 gold and multi-platinum awards, as well as several ASCAP Awards.
You can visit him online at www.myspace.com/tonyhaynes
MUSIC IN MY HEART
by Satis Shroff
As the Breisgau-train dashes in the Black Forest,
Between Elztal and Freiburg,
I am with my thoughts in South Asia.
I hear the melodious cry of the vendors:
"Pan, bidi, cigarette,"
Interspersed with "garam chai! Garam chai!"
The sound of sambosas bubbling in vegetable oil,
The rat-ta-tat of onions, garlic and salad
Being rhythmically chopped in the kitchen,
Mingled with the ritual songs of the Hindus.
The voices of uncles, aunts, cousins
Debating, discussing, gesticulating, grimacing,
Uttering palatal, guttural,
Lingual and sub-lingual words
In Nepali, English, Newari, Hindi and Sindhi.
I head for Swayambhu,
The hill of the Self-Existent One.
Om mane pame hum stirs in the air,
As a lama passes by.
I"m greeted by cries of Rhesus monkeys,
Pigeons, mynahs, crows,
And the cracks of automatic guns of the Royal Army.
There's a brodelndes Miteinander,
Different sounds, natural sounds,
Musical sounds.
I hear Papa listening to classical ragas.
We, his sons and daughters,
Dancing the twist, rock n' roll, jive to Cool Britania,
The afternoon programme of the BBC.
Catchy Bollywood wechsel rhythms,
Sung by Lata Mangeshkar, Asha Bhosle,
Rafi, Mukesh and Kishor Kumar.
In the evenings after Radio Nepal"s External Service,
Radio Colombo"s light Anglo-American melodies:
Dean Martin's drunken schmaltz,
Billy Fury, Cliff Richards, Rickey Nelson,
And Sir Swivel-hip, Elvis Presley
Wailing "You ain't nothin' but a hound dog."
Out in the streets the songs of the beggars,
"Amai, paisa deo,
Babai khanu chaina,"
Overwhelmed by the cacophony
Of the obligatory marriage brass-band,
Wearing shocking green and red uniforms.
A tourist wired for sound walks by,
With a tortured smile on his face,
An acoustic agitation for an i-Pod listener,
Who prefers his own canned music.
From a side street you discern the tune
Of "Rajamati kumati" rendered by a group
Of Jyapoo traditional musicians,
After a hard day's work,
In the wet paddy fields of Kathmandu.
Near the Mahabaoudha temple you see
Young Sherpas, Thakalis, Tamangs, Newars
Listening, hip-hopping and break-dancing
To their imported ghetto-blasters:
Michel Jackson's catchy tunes,
Eminem, 2 Pac, Madonna, 50 Cents.
Everyone hears music, everyone makes music,
With or without music instruments,
Humming the latest Bollywood tunes,
Drumming on the tables, wooden walls,
Boxes, crates, thalis, saucers and pans.
Everyones engaged in singing and dancing.
The older people chanting bhajans and vedic songs,
Buddhist monks reciting from the sutras in sonorous voices,
When someone dies in the neighbourhood.
Entire nights of prayers for the departed soul.
The whole world is full of music,
Making it, feasting on it,
Satis Shroff is a poet from Freiburg, Germany.
End of Freedom
( . . . )
By Gu Xie
The sky void of seawater
Will have no flowing gorgeousness
The earth without green
Will no longer have in spring
Spiritual memory Hands turn from time’s dusk into
Night out of themselves
The empty distance of night
Hence will have no need to multiply
The outcomes of successive cities Birds in the mind rest on
Lungs blackened by smoke
Like few beautiful speckles
Smiling perplexedly
Among crowds All life is in the abyss
Untiringly imagining a future road
Our world
Is a fleecy snowscape
The depth of heart
Is wrapped with machinery, and
Some rotten sunlight Excitement is a sort of common way of naissance
Because of this abstract honesty
We’ve once chosen
The prospective moan after death
Truth far
off does not know
Its own connotation
Just as no one knows, whose self
He himself actually is The continent at the century end cherishes
Too many extravagant myths
And wishes outside emotions
All beginnings at the century end, become
A fatal response of tolerating comfort
In your reckless merriment
I have to show to God
A sensation of health with only one still surviving In my display of that simple and unadorned heaviness
The passion
Fostered by life, is also
Quietly coming to an end
Gu Xie, member of Chinese
Writers Association, born in Shanghai in 1960s, started his literary
creation at the age of 14. After graduation, he worked successively
as a road builder, warehouse keeper, journalist, literary editor, editorial
director and chief editor. He is the author of six collections of solo
poetry: Selected Poetry of Gu Xie, Tai Ji,( the Supreme Ultimate),
State Symphony, Steps of Guangzhou, Pudong Symphony and etc with over
twenty long poems published. Gu Xie has won many poetry awards like
Guangdong Government Literary Award for Poetry in 1996, Guangzhou Government
Literature and Art Award for Poetry in 2002, Guangdong Government Literature
and Art Award for Broadcast & Television Poetry in 2004. His poems
have appeared in various well-known large-scale literary magazines.