ubterranean Blue Poetry
Volume V Issue V
The Cover Art/Photo:
from Antiphonal: “Battle scene” Spain (1545)
Courtesy of the British Library
“This is an image of “Santiago Matamoros”
(Saint James) who was the Patron Saint of
“the lake of lavender skies
early morning blues . . . “
the flower of jesperson opens, slow
light through dark clouds
wells of erskine
el craik de craik
bled into stone
cry me heaven
the republique of no
at brick mount harbour
and you put him in a shrine
the light in shadows
drag him out
late at night
or of an afternoon
then the sunshines in
pies at sunbake
a new matelas
hanoi, the picture
opus de Serrano
Subterranean Blue Poetry
Volume V Issue V
by Jamie Nicol
Just beyond comprehension,
Calling it poetry.
Wasting a thousand days,
On a million words,
That are dumb with meaning.
Unhitching the stars,
Making a trace of the moon,
All in homage to the sun.
Now in this cold light,
Of a winter's day,
Thinking Northern thoughts.
You knew my words,
Before ever I spoke,
Yet still understood nothing.
Turning the other cheek,
There is always another perspective.
It has already been said,
The books line the shelves,
The quote is upon my tongue.
But yet it still is,
Pungent with presence,
Casting aside abstractions.
It gathers together,
Drawing the world in its wake,
A tenth verse,
Looking for justification,
Waiting for acceptance.
Four Haiku for Morning
by Jamie Nicol
This cold night will out
A glimmer now of morning
A breath in the leaves.
Forest silence wrings
Blackbird's solitary song
A blind man reading
Long lost days of living sight
Pathos of distance
Setting forth on open seas
A new risen sun.
by Jamie Nicol
This sharp air,
A remembrance of youth,
The promise of vigour.
But this day darkens yet,
Cloud builds to the North,
Where mountains seed storms.
The threat of evening.
It is soon now,
The charge grows,
Ripples across my skin.
The choked sky cracks,
Wind rages ragged leaves,
Deafness hears silence,
In the passing wake,
Of now star streaked sky.
It will not rest,
This world want,
For ever new day.
And I turn too,
On the pivot,
Of vast brightness.
Yet ever returning,
Sleep creates new light.
Featured Poet: D.H. Lawrence
In a Boat
See the stars, love,
In the water much clearer and brighter
Than those above us, and whiter,
Star-shadows shine, love,
How many stars in your bowl?
How many shadows in your soul,
Only mine, love, mine?
When I move the oars, love,
See how the stars are tossed,
Distorted, the brightest lost.
—So that bright one of yours, love.
The poor waters spill
The stars, waters broken, forsaken.
—The heavens are not shaken, you say, love,
Its stars stand still.
There, did you see
That spark fly up at us; even
Stars are not safe in heaven.
—What of yours, then, love, yours?
What then, love, if soon
Your light be tossed over a wave?
Will you count the darkness a grave,
And swoon, love, swoon?
Craigslist Montreal – Missed Connections – August 27th, 2016 – Anonymous
window - m4w (montreal)
I'll be gone a while. The war. It's not fun. Will you still be around?
When I return I won't be the same. The ocean might make me better.
Will you still be waiting? Can I give you a flower?
Show me a sign in life.
I'll give you a sign tomorrow at noon. Outside the window. Watch.
(N.B.: “Cathy’s song . . . as I walked on . . . “ - a note from the editor
“and when you ran to me, your cheeks flushed with the night, of juniper and lamplight . . . “*
- a note from the other editor
“candy” - says the cat)
*from “Cathy’s Song” by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel
ANTHEM: a treatise.
Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry
Title of Book: Anthem
Author: Kimberlynne Darby Newton
Publisher: Subterranean Blue Poetry
Date of Publication: 2017
“Come on take me to war
Take me to war
I’m ready for invasion
Take me to shore”
- from Take Me To War by Blue Peter
“And I’m proud to be an American
Where at least I know I’m free,
And I won’t forget the men who died
And who gave that right to me”
- from God Bless the U.S.A. by Beyonce
Anthem by Kimberlynne Darby Newton. A brilliant offering in the New Age Renaissance Republic of Poetry, the story of the African American goddess in the essence
of love and beauty, a truthtelling inside the brutality of the dislocated places of the post-modern world. Kimberlynne Darby Newton was born in Montgomery, Alabama.
She was a journalist for several years and is a retired history professor from the University of Alabama. She is the author of over 13 books, and has recently
compiled the Freedom Writes Anthology (Subterranean Blue Poetry, 2017). This is the second book review This Writer has written for Kimberlynne Darby Newton,
the first being for Freedom Writes.
Anthem is a dialogue in gender and race relations, an African American Poet revealing great suffering and in the telling a crucible for peace. This poetry is a
no holds barred truthtelling, that dispells the demons, the raw emotions fashioned into poetic climes brings into the light, dance and celebration in healing. The poetry
is in the imago of the Black Madonna, harsh realities told bare bones and through the beautiful essence of the Poet, the Reader is brought to a place of love.
Protest poetry, against oppression, sometimes in the Beat tradition, shines a beacon of light into the dark of night. There is occasional rhyme, and a recreation
of language in original spaces, using Black meme, she sometimes invents new words, Poet Newton is a very considered and accomplished writer. This poetry is inspirational,
as if having been born from listening to the speeches of Malcolm X or Martin Luther King, Jr. It rises like a bird in the blue of sky, taking your spirit high and higher.
As if to give both sides their due, both Black and White for black and white people`s are capitalized, a new form in the politics of race relations, perhaps assigning
credence to both sides can make people feel better, lessening violence.
Rib is a fresh perspective on the Garden of Eden story in a post-modern context, that riffs on the empty spaces of gender relations, the conflicted story
of post-modern love.
Don`t is a stand-alone anthem for the results of conflicted love lives and the resulting violence to the psyche that creates a soldier mentality. A bred in the
bone piece that lays bare the truth, the incredible violence of a brutal world.
Silenced is a beautiful write in a dance of anger, a dance in turmoil of emotion, a story of possession in love. The poetry, is broken, an intricate weave of
emotion, as if a tarantala, a story of conflicted love.
The poem Anthem is about race, about being Black in a white world, the otherness and also about connection.
“I’ve never felt
We are our anthem.”
Song of the South is the quintessential poem, a classical rendering, it weaves nature imagery and the passion of place, the southern United States, into a
song of resurrection, writes of life in a death culture.
The poem begins,
“Culleygaps and cowcummer leaves
under paint-stained eaves.”
The new words in Black meme, pictures a hot day in the deep South, it is the meaning of place and people throughout time. As if influenced by the classical poetry
of Maya Angelou, Song of the South is everlasting and celebratory with original images, the Poet and the poem is of the very cloth of America.
As if poetry inside the eye of God, of good and all that is right, a gift of the essence of woman, the Black Madonna, a treatise in the power of love. A brilliant read,
Anthem by Kimberlynne Darby Newton.
Available @ Amazon.ca.
Taxi Cab Voice: Poems by Neil Flowers.
Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry
Title of Book: Taxi Cab Voice
Author: Neil Flowers
Publisher: above/ground press
Date of Publication: 2016
“Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, dance, Mr Bojangles, dance.”
- from Mr. Bojangles by Bob Dylan
This book of poetry is a soundbite, a short 12 pages of original lightening in the New Age Renaissance Republic of Poetry, Taxi Cab Voice by Neil Flowers. A Poet
who has worked as a writer, director and actor for theatre, film and radio. A Poet of aliases, Neil Whiteman, Monk Besserer amongst others was born in Montreal and
has lived in the United States, Mexico, Italy and British Columbia. He studied literature at Carleton University under Poet/Professor Robert Hogg. Poet Flowers
edited the Northern Comfort Anthology published by Commoners’ Press, 1973.
The Poet travels and Taxi Cab Voice was written in Los Angeles, Ottawa, and Albuquerque over a period of years. This poetry write is a celebration of new images,
new use of language in sophisticated working class blues. There are references to broken serial lovers, and the manifestation of emotional flat line after much time,
the violence of broken covenant. And the idea of travel, driving the car across the country, some endless highway, as if in rhetorical sequence. In the background it
is as if the memory of the Canadian Great Depression of the 1930’s lingers, infuses the writing, you can feel the dust across the Prairies, people riding the rails,
the breadlines, the want and not. The Quebecois Poet also occasionally uses French words, adding a distinct Montrealais ouvre to the write. The Poet is an Oracle,
infusing the work with a subtle wisdom.
“1: LES NEIGES D’ANTAN
said your Mexico journal
back in the 60s
our classical Athens
O where have they gone the lean aces and maximus men?
Jongleurs of the folk scene, the blues revival?
Women with rainbows for eyes?
We meet to part and go our separate ways
No one in the streets now
save the old lady in broken shoes
and Sally Ann overcoat
chartreuse with gold (plastic) buttons
lugs her bags
shuffles toward that trailer park
mind on tinned tomato soup
You were there
etching the empty spaces
A million burst from my head every day
Finding your own you stepped clear
Clear out of frame”
The poetry is post-modern, a broken thought train, no rhyme, in parts as if you are seeing one half of a conversation. In parts, cadence is created through the repetition
of words and lines, a sing song rhythm that creates sonance, a certain reckoning with the world. And it is a stark truthtelling, the places where love aches and
Like some song sung on the back of a flatbed truck, the wind in your hair, in your eyes, open to all the elements of nature, the poetry rains down. And it’s another
day, another night on the road. A brilliant read, Taxi Cab Voice by Neil Flowers.
Available @ above/ground press.
"and the storm
a set to, winter
roils in the bare trees ...”
Rebecca Anne Banks
white and white
tear drop window
the art of wall bang
winter knifes her teeth
and then he came, again
and everything is written, unwritten
falling, falling the snow
voices and voices
in broken carriage
until the whispers
at the edge of the sky...
inside the blue
and the night
and his beauty
Rebecca Anne Banks
lives in the New Age Renaissance Republic of Poetry. She is the author of over 27 books of poetry, a family cookbook, a book of
children’s stories, a book of World Peace Newsletters and a primer on marriage discernment all available at Amazon.ca
She is also the CEO/Artist at Tea at Tympani Lane Records (www.tympanilanerecords.com)
The Book Reviewer at The Book Reviewer (www.thebookreviewer.ca)
(Poet, actor, writer, screenwriter, director) aka Neil Whiteman, Monk Besserer amongst others since forgotten, born in Montreal,
currently lives and works in Los Angeles. He has worked in theatre, radio and film. He has lived in Montreal, Mexico, Italy, British Columbia and the
United States. He studied literature under Poet/professor Robert Hogg at Carleton University. Poet Flowers
edited the poetry anthology, Northern Comfort
published by Commoners’ Press, 1973.
was born in the U.K., 1885 in a mining town. He is a Poet/Writer/Teacher/Playwright/Literary Critic/Painter and is remembered as one
of the greatest writers of the 20th century. As a child he was physically frail and prone to illness, an intellectual out of place in a blue collar family.
He was a teacher. He became engaged to Louie Burrows an old friend from college but then ran off with Frieda von Richthofen, the wife of one of his professors.
They travelled widely, Australia, Italy, Ceylon, United States, Mexico, the south of France as his writings were published. There was an obscenity case over
“Lady Chatterley’s Lover” and at the time of his death from tuberculosis, he was not considered highly by most critics. He is best remembered for the novels
Lady Chatterley’s Lover
, The Rainbow
, Sons and Lovers
, and Women in Love
Kimberlynne Darby Newton
was born in Montgomery, Alabama. She has degrees in Literature, Southern Studies and a Phd. in African American and Women's History.
She has worked as a journalist at the Times Picayune
in New Orleans, and at the Jackson Advocate
and The Clarion Ledger
Mississippi. She is a retired professor of world history from the University of Alabama. Poet Newton is the author of over 13 books, and has recently
compiled the Freedom Writes
Anthology (Subterranean Blue Poetry, 2017).
. Living in the forested hills of Northern Spain, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea;
giving over my time to the expression of the abundance of life that creates and sustains each day.
Trained as a Zen teacher, recovering philosopher, and small scale natural farmer; everything eventually
gets stirred into the pot of life if we live long enough. Sitting each day in the dawn silence, listening
to the forest wake, writing just what comes.