Poems from Angel Minaya’s Collected Poems TEOREMA DE LOS LUGARES RAROS (Theorem of rare places)

1.
lugar es una casa para poner un codo    no deja de dañar la mesa    también sobre los huesos un 
palo    sus balances

lugar es una puerta para esconder la carga   perdura en la cabeza aislada el rastrillo de la 
deuda    tatúa las membranas

lugar es una ventana para poner un caballo un libro alguna cosa


place is a house to place an elbow   the table never leaves off hurting    it´s also a stick on
the bones   balance sheets

place is a door to hide the burden   on an isolated head the rake of debt lingers    tattooing 
membranes

place is a window to place a horse a book some thing

2.

un niño pasea por las orillas del légamo    se parece a mi sombra    tiene miedo pero no corre
tal vez sus pies han oído el acre perfume de la ova    animales suaves se agitan en el cañizal
un ciervo tendido va confundiéndose con las hojas caídas su cuello muestra linfas secretas  el 
sol cruje con la intensidad de la corteza   columpios oxidados anticipan la ruina de los juegos 
juegos solitarios donde el niño me imagina soñando con orillas  recordando carroñas sin volumen
el agua verdinegra que el verano va cociendo    ambos somos un sueño compartido por el otro 
observados bajo las cañas por los ojos feroces de nuestra madre


a child passes silted shores   seeming like my shadow   he's afraid but doesn't run perhaps his
feet have heard the acrid perfume of the ulva   soft animals tremble in reed banks    a deer 
lying down mingles with fallen leaves his neck revealing a secret lymph    sun crackles through
intensity of bark   rusty swings herald a ruination of games solitary games where I'm imagined
by the child to be dreaming of these shores    a massless memory of carrion   the summer's 
blackgreenish water is baking   we are both a dream shared by the other   watched under the 
reeds by the fierce eyes of our mother

3.

                          Conferencia austro-húngara [apuntes]

antes de comenzar imaginemos
pensar en húngaro o escribir en alemán

alguien recoge lo que ama y lo corrige
alguien hubiera preferido someter a reconstrucción una pared escarpada
y ahora yo llevo bajo el brazo
el vínculo entre la fuerza y la risa

el caso es
        de dónde procede este placer
        después de qué aniquilación maduran los conceptos
        por qué admiramos los átomos o la madrugada

queridos colegas
       por) un agresor ha sido devorado
       como) la frialdad de las madres es comparable a las máquinas zapadoras
       en) lo que permanece dentro siempre resulta victorioso

en fin por) como) y en) prueban que una idea es lo más parecido a una cicatriz
o a un sueño que dura ya 51 años

en alemán los ahogados
beben hasta que les llega la muerte
en húngaro los mensajes indirectos acaban alojándose
en órganos e inervaciones habituales

buenas tardes y gracias a todos
por su aflicción


                             Austro-Hungarian Conference [Notes]


before we begin let us imagine
thinking in Hungarian or writing in German

someone picks up what they love and corrects it
someone would have preferred to rebuild a steep wall
and now I'm carrying under my arm
the link between strength and laughter

the case is
         where does this pleasure come from
         after what annihilation do concepts mature
         why do we admire atoms or the dawn

dear colleagues
     by)       a foe has been devoured
     as)       the coldness of mothers is comparable to trenching machines
     in)       what remains inside is always victorious

hence by) as) and in) prove that an idea is the closest thing to a scar
or a dream that has already lasted for 51 years

in German the drowned
drink themselves to death
in Hungarian indirect messages end up occupying
the usual organs and innervations

good evening thank you all for listening
and thank you all for your suffering

4.

                                    Apuntes catastróficos


contraimagen         en el observador nace un estado de malestar o acantilado 

contradicción        la luz sobre el terraplén se degrada en movimiento

estímulos            la vida es una erosión subterránea equivalente al plano inclinado de la 
                     angustia

contragolpe          un árbol despliega la tierra rota en dirección al sol blanco de la 
                     analogía

contrapunto          los dominios zoológicos se ramifican y expanden como nudos que se 
                     persiguen

impresiones          la caza y los territorios acumulan conglomerados de mapas y 
                     desprendimientos

contrasentido        un cono o pirámide de escombros pasa de la regularidad a la máxima 
                     turbulencia

contraataque         el observador es una trampa para frecuencias de lenta degradación

reducto              un germen de catástrofe en favor de la excitación y el desorden


                                      Catastrophic Notes



counter image        a cliff state or discomfort is born in the observer

contradiction        the light on the embankment degrades in movement

stimuli              life is an underground erosion equivalent to the inclined plane of anguish

countercoup          a tree displays broken earth towards the white sun of analogy

counterpoint         zoological domains ramify their expansions pursued as knots 

impressions          hunting and territories accumulate clusters of maps and landslides

countermeaning       the debris of a cone or pyramid goes from regularity to maximum turbulence

counterassault       the observer is a trap for frequencies of slow degradation

stronghold           a germ of catastrophe in favor of excitement and disorder


5.

                                         Equivalencia en hueco

[nada] evento de la palabra que lo pronuncia [nunca] agujero o gusano de tiempo oscuro [nadie]
impensada extensión de una antinomia que se fue [nulo] valor absoluto del abandono [pérdida] 
extravío en la dirección apropiada [mudez] propósito semántico del niño en silencio [se] 
impersonal atavismo del aullido [cero] punto lógico del número a su saco [no] jaque a la 
tercera persona oblicua [yo] identidad imaginaria de la cópula y la disyunción [negro] color 
automático de las orillas en materia de movimiento [vacío] mensaje contracto del negativo de 
los objetos [incógnita] conjunto dispar de soluciones y raíces antes del árbol [significado] 
liquidar el poema de materia oscura
                  
                   del doble tan raro
                                   decirse no expresarse
                                                    aunque [yo] estuviera allí



                                           GAP-IN EQUIVALENCE

[nothing] an event from the word that articulates it [never] a dark time or worm hole [nobody]
an unthought extension of a vanished antinomy [null] the absolute value of abandonment [loss]
a misplacement in the proper direction [muteness] the semantic intention of a child's silence
[self] an impersonal atavistic howl [zero] the number's logical point in its sac [not] the 
oblique third person placed in check [i] imaginary identity of conjunction and disjunction 
[black] the automatic color of edges in the materialisation of motion [vacuum] a message shrunk from the 
negatives of photographic objects [unknown] a disparate set of solutions and roots preceding 
their tree [meaning] to wipe dark matter out of the poem

                   by such a rare double
                                  to tell oneself not to express oneself
                                                         even though as if [i] was there
 
6.

                                          WCW 1963 

amo las cosas esas cizañas que no dejan ver el mar el sabor oculto de las fresas perceptible 
solo en su consumación el zorzal una danza leve en la luz amarilla

hoy una mano escribe y la otra me hace viva la muerte

en otro tiempo el día era el ascenso mis manos ayudaban a nacer palpaban el dolor y la noche 
el descenso la medida variable de los huesos quebrados por la música

ahora el perro y la fiebre la oscuridad extensa donde nada tiene cura

van cayendo los ciegos los aros giran la espalda del desierto es la tortuga que sostiene el 
mundo


                                         WCW 1963


i love things those ryegrasses not letting you see the sea hidden taste of strawberries 
perceptible only in their consummation a thrush a light dance in the yellow light

today one hand is writing and the other is making death alive for me

in another time a day was the ascent my hands helped to give birth they touched pain and  night
the descent the variable measure of bones broken by music

Now the dog and the fever a vast darkness where nothing can be cured

the blind are falling rings are turning round the spine of the desert is the turtle supporting
the world
                                          ***

Translations from Spanish by Amparo Arróspide & Robin Ouzman Hislop

                                          ***





ANGEL MINAYA (Madrid, 1964), a Bachelor in Hispanic Philology by the Complutense University of
Madrid, was also awarded in PhD in Linguistics by the Autonomous University of Madrid. 
A teacher of Literature and Language at a high school in that same Community, some of his poems
and critical reviews have been published by Nayagua literary e-zine. A few have also been 
included in the anthology Voces del extremo: Poesía y desobediencia (Madrid, 2014). 
Teorema de los lugares raros (Theorem of rare places) is his first published poetry collection
(El sastre de Apollinaire, Madrid, 2017).
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Poet Gary Beck’s new collection Virtual Living is a revealing glimpse of how our relationship with the world around us is an ever-evolving experience. Focusing on how humans relate to the world via artificial means, as well as self-imposed affected mechanisms. Beck looks at the concept of living virtually from all angles and tells his story with just enough abstractness to move readers to choose how to inhabit their own worlds. A peek into our world in ways most of us forget to see, these poems will shift any reader’s perspective of how they relate to others, technology and the world.
 
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Birdsong
 
The closer the highway
the closer to death,
so build your nest
as far as you can
from works of man.
 
Sports Fans
 
High school students cheer
at the top of their lungs
for their football team,
unaware of
the math student
ignored by all
who may build the future,
while former sport’s heroes
dwell in the past,
unable to forget
earlier glory.
 
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paint their faces
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identifying with
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encouraging sports
more than science,
relegating the brightest
to unrequited dreams
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Many football fans
either yearn for the past,
or never grew up.
Some fear the future,
apprehensive of
the loss of function,
try to belong,
rooting for their team.
Others don’t realize
pros are as distant
as movie stars,
except they hurt each other
for large salaries,
while loyal fans
wear stupid hats,
wave witless signs,
scream for victory
for favorite teams.
 
Mindscape
 
Dreams shatter,
more fragile
than steel, brick, glass
man-made materials,
confining spaces
for the mental container
of hopes, fears, guilt,
unlike other animals
whose sleep exertions
re-enact feeding, flight.

 
 

 
Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director, and as an art dealer when he couldn’t make a living in theater. He has 11 published chapbooks and 2 more accepted for publication. His poetry collections include: Days of Destruction (Skive Press), Expectations (Rogue Scholars Press). Dawn in Cities, Assault on Nature, Songs of a Clerk, Civilized Ways, Displays, Perceptions, Fault Lines & Tremors (Winter Goose Publishing). Perturbations, Rude Awakenings and The Remission of Order will be published by Winter Goose Publishing. Conditioned Response (Nazar Look). Resonance (Dreaming Big Publications). Virtual Living (Thurston Howl Publications). His novels include: Extreme Change (Cogwheel Press), Flawed Connections (Black Rose Writing), Call to Valor (Gnome on Pigs Productions) and Sudden Conflicts (Lillicat Publishers). State of Rage will be published by Rainy Day Reads Publishing. His short story collection, A Glimpse of Youth (Sweatshoppe Publications). Now I Accuse and other stories will be published by Winter Goose Publishing. His original plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes and Sophocles have been produced Off Broadway. His poetry, fiction and essays have appeared in hundreds of literary magazines. He currently lives in New York City.
 
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Weeds. A Poem by Becca Menon

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Weeds

 

for David

 
 
 
 

      Because they are seeing determined seeds
      of nameable, nearing death in his body,
      he goes in his garden to pull the weeds,
      working tranquilly, editing God.

 
 
 
 
 
 
Known for her musical storytelling craft, Becca Menon’s works have been hailed internationally from the Middle East to the United Kingdom. This American translator and author of books of verse narrative has shorter works in print and online. Hear readings and discover other mischief at www.BeccaBooks.com ~

 
 
 
 
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The Truth about Snails. Collected Poems by JD DeHart.

Editors Note: About the Author
 
In 2014, over the course of some snow days, I put together a collection that would become The Truth About Snails. At the time, most of the writing I was getting to was speculative and science fictional (I guess that’s a word) in nature. So the first collection of poetry I put together reflected this.
 
Poems were inspired by years as a comic book reader and sci-fi fan. They were not fan fiction, really, but reflected larger themes of science fiction and fantasy that I enjoyed.
 
This is the text that appears on the back of the book:
 
“Ordinary objects take on a new form, and myths become real and move next door in the verses contained in this collection. Whether it is a recasting of the myth of Sisyphus, or the titular truth about the origin of our shell-bearing planet dwellers, each poem offers a new view of an old friend. Much of the writing was inspired by the comic books and science fiction, and on concepts beyond the scope of the real world, and cast firmly in the supernatural.”
 
My hope is that this book can be the first of many. I am already at work on a second collection, which is out for review now, as well as a variety of articles, reviews, and prose works. I reprint some of my favorite poems at jddehartfeaturepoems.blogspot., write reviews and post them at http://dehartreadingandlitresources.blogspot.com/, and tweet @jd_dehart.
 
Whether you check out this chapbook collection, a future book, or just read my work around the web, I appreciate the read!
 
The Truth About Snails is now available both on Amazon and Red Dashboard, the publisher’s website at http://cms.reddashboard.com/j-d-dehart/
 
 
Vigilante
 
 
Pardon me for attempting to be
some kind of hero or otherwise
savior figure. My mistake.
Pardon the garish appearance
of the costume I crafted (it was
a last minute low budget choice)
and pardon my lack of sophisticated
intelligence, weaponry, or astounding
martial arts skills. I am just a guy
who used to read comics, wanted to be
somebody’s emblem, and now find
the feeling of this cape rather awkward.
 
 

 
 
Bio:
JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. His poems have recently appeared in Dime Show Review and Cacti Fur.

 
 
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Cartoon Molecules is a new volume of collected poems by the poet Robin Ouzman Hislop, who is 
also editor of this Poetry Life & Times site at Artvilla.com. This volume attempts to engage 
its reader in the context of crisis the human race encounters in its struggle for survival, 
from both existential and surreal perspectives, as well as introducing themes innovated by its
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Proem

Cartoon molecules 

Tweedledum & TweedledeeWhat makes us human?”

ditto - what does not add up
dum          what does not minus down

ditto - we know not what we do
dee         that's what makes a story

ditto - communications are a can of worms
dum         so sayeth the decree of the fates

ditto - time's a gulping mocker
dee         as the crow flies

ditto - entelechy is the dream of becoming
dum         in a kick ass belonging

ditto - art arises out of our ignorance of materia
dee         dreaming us into existence

ditto - a necessary illusion to dream ourself 
dum         into existence 

ditto - a hegemony of symmetry invades 
dee         once a wilderness 

Tweedledum & TweedledeeChaos becomes cartoon molecules”

 
 

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