ubterranean Blue Poetry
Volume I Issue II
“Just look into our eyes
you know us
the diamonds in the holes
of our shoes
the river and blue the dance
blue, blue by night
on the island
by the light
and the singing goddess
where her tears fell
forget-me-nots and sweet elecampane“
Subterranean Blue Poetry
Volume I Issue II
by Tadeo Seguin
these echoes rolling
from her tongue
her rhythmic lips
cut and mold
the flowing stream
until the next
on my mind
the touch of blue
that drink my ears,
her lips caress
By Tadeo Seguin
a passing scent
lights bygone scenes
of a past enclosed
within a fissured shell
the light it throws
into my eyes
steals my present,
for my grasping hands
from careless mouths
of my future
waiting for the present
to reach and pass
and wither away
a flower’s scent
my disembodied past
to steal once more
from my eyes
Featured Poet: Bella Akhmadulina
The Dream of Winter Night
by Bella Akhmadulina
‘Twas snowing. And to the snow,
To cold of the heaven and earth
The deeper I slept the more grown
Was Chegum tulips warming blaze.
‘Twas snowing. Soul was singing
From whiteness of snow afar,
‘Twas snowing. Plane-trees were greening
How green, dreams of winter, you are!
Montreal Craigslist – January 2013 – Free Section – "Big Weird Head" - Anonymous
So I got this big weird head that I gotta get rid of because I don't really have space for it anymore.
It's really beautiful, and scary, and arty. I found it like 7 years ago and I've been keeping it since.
It's not small, it's very large in fact, like three feet tall all around, so a car is better than someone just walking to pick it up.
I think it's really cool but it's probably not for everyone. For example, my ex-girlfriend hated it, but we had a terrible relationship
anyway so it was just one of the things we didn't agree on. My mom really likes it and she's still my mom. Go figure.
I will just give this to you if you pick it up, but the only problem is that you're probably gonna be fairly weird if you want it in the
first place, and I'm always afraid of meeting weird people, so this is gonna be tricky. I like to think I can discern from an email how
weird someone is, but in reality I probably won't reply to anyone. If you're super convincing I will probably let you have it, but I just
hope you're not too odd when you show up. At least not in a scary way. I'm down with odd people as long as they're nice. I don't have room
for mean folks, no sir-ee.
Also I will barter this for anything. I like recipe's, paintings of fruit, and booze. Also if you're a therapist - I'm looking for a good one
so maybe we could barter like a 3 minute session and you walk away with this giant hideous head that you can put up on the wall of your practice
and freak out your patients.
I hope this will make someone very happy one day, as it seems I might not.
After the storm: the sleeping garden
Rebecca Anne Banks
(inspired by the Muse, the death of a friends friend, the hurricane and the paintings of Paul Gauguin)
In the mystery
the beauty of the goddess
behind the eyes
of the Muse
beside Summer water
naked in the warm
in the rain.
I long to caress
the soft cresses of hair,
a fallen angel
like the smooth skin
the fallen goddess
in the eyes of the artist
the perfect orange in a bowl
slit open in the light.
As if the sky broke
and the rain
the rage against
the fallen night
broken into blue
I long to gather in the cloth
some open flower
some silent wishbone
that everyone sees
the singing of angels.
Down in the south of sun
the poor girls club
as I wrap you in Tahitian blues
the song of the island
I know I’ll always be your lover
always in the same place
drawn to the same point
of self obliteration
the darkness wanting
after awhile the light turns
I wrap myself
in your Tahitian love song.
In my dream of you
I live by the water
we are wrapped in the blue cloth
passed over by the storm.
In my sleeping garden
the quiet, after
a place where love
blue Tahitian island.
Confessions of a Soldier: when love is war and other insouciancies the story of paradise lost
by: Subterranean Blue Poetry
Title: Confessions of a Soldier: when love is war and other insouciancies
Author: Rebecca Anne Banks
Publisher: Tea at Tympani Lane Records, www.tympanilanerecords.com.
Date of Publication: 2013
Page Count: 21
Available at: Poet's Corner @ Tea at Tympani Lane Records. www.tympanilanerecords.com.
Confessions of a Soldier: when love is war and other insouciancies presents the story of paradise lost, of love as war in the post-modern world.
The long poem EBook presents the heart of darkness as war, love as war and the violence at the loss of innocents, a comment on the white culture/geopolitical
violence of the West and the great insanity of the break with the Holy Spirit and the fomenting of death in everyday life and the revolving battles of
the United States/European Union in foreign countries. The poem reads like a dialectic, the violence of the West aussaged by the calling of the artist,
a calling back to the Holy Spirit. Images of jewelry, the beauty of the creation of the artist, allude to the sacred as “seeing antique earrings in a shop
window anything that calls of home.” Also, images of the ancient Aztec culture suffuse the work, Maya as the place of evil, the desert, where human sacrifice
was practiced, a fascinating parallel with the war setting Afghanistan – “the Maya rips out the heart of any living love”. With the theme of war, images of the
Weimar Republic of World War II are subtle in nuances. Confessions of a Soldier: when love is war and other insouciancies questions the nature of war, how the
death of innocents creates evil, a war that is not righteous. The long poem also questions the nature of love, the nature of the white culture cursehold that takes
us away from our starcrossed lover, away from God. This poem is an incantation not unlike T. S. Eliot’s, The Wasteland, truncated, bouncing between settings,
speakers and time and presenting the disallure of war. The Wasteland was written in 1922 just after W.W. I, Confessions of a Soldier: when love is war and other
insouciancies is written in the post-modern world after World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Yugoslavia and currently the insurrections in the Middle East. Also, in the
work by The Poet Banks, the elements of Existentialism, the suffering in absurdist theatre moving past despair to express anger with a glimpse of light at the end
of the poem in the possibility of redemption through the artist and ultimately the Way of the Holy Spirit. In The Wasteland there is great angst and despair with
images of “no water” but the light of peace in the Hindi prayer at the end of the work. The style of The Wasteland is more elaborate and in the Modernist school while
Confessions of a Soldier: when love is war and other insouciancies is more a reflection of the Beat Poets and the post-modernists like Leonard Cohen, the lines more
spare and blunt, a testament to the incredible violence, emotional and actual, of the 21st century. The work could also draw from the influence of the modern day
fairytale, The Happy Prince by Oscar Wilde – “the blue heart gemstone from the eyes of the Saviour plucked from her mouth” presenting elements of wanderlust and magic
inside the scream at the blasphemy of modern love/war. This modern day classic, harkens to classical literature with references to Abelard and Heloise, the Bible and a
modern reference to the Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. What is unique is the eclectic use of lines of songs as quotes, borrowing from a traditional Scots ballad,
a popular song from World War I and II, a show tune from My Fair Lady by George Bernard Shaw and two references from modern day rock ballads. Confessions of a Soldier:
when love is war and other insouciancies is a testament to the Spirit, calling us back to an ideal of peace by illustrating the subtle, casual and often unconscious
nature of violence, violence in love and violence in war, the great suffering aussaged by the tenets of the Holy Spirit that sings to us in the background of the dawn
of the New Age.
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Izabella Akhatovna “Bella” Akhmadulina
is the celebrated and popular Russian Poet, translator and short story writer. Born in Moscow she is of Tatar,
Georgian, Russian and Italian heritage. Although her work is apolitical she supported “dissidents” (including Boris Pasternak) and has at different times been
in and out of favour with the Russian government. Akhmadulina has received many awards, including the USSR State Prize for Sad(Garden)
the Pushkin Prize (1994) and has presented her work to packed stadiums. Some of her best known works are The String
(1986), Music Lessons
Casket and Key
(1994), My Own Verses
(1995), One Day in December
Rebecca Anne Banks.
CEO/Artist at Tea at Tympani Lane Records. At home in Montreal.
Eugene Henri Paul Gauguin.
A renowned post-impressionist painter was born in Paris, France. He spent his early childhood in Peru and later spent time in
the service of the French military. Returning to Paris he became a successful businessman. He married a Danish woman, Mette-Sophie Gad and had 5 children.
The business failed and so did his marriage, he was driven to paint full-time. Shedding the conventions of society, Gauguin then traveled to French Polynesia,
and had children by several mistresses, Juliette Huais, Pau’ura, Mari-Rose. His best works are considered the colorful Symbolist depictions of the native women
is a widely published writer, photographer and artist who lives in rural Manitoba Canada. As a child nurture and environment both shaped her artistic
abilities, her Grandfather and both Parents were Professional Photographers and Artists, the Studio then her home. Coming full cycle it is with delight she again picks
up pen, crayon or camera and simply enjoys what may occur.
Philosophy student, of French Canadian and Brazilian heritage, Tadeo attempts to reveal the ever fleeting mysteries of perceptions and time and the
beauty and rhythm of language through poetry. Exploring past artistic movements and searching for new forms of expression, he draws inspiration from music, painting,
nature and past experiences.