Archive for September, 2008

28
Sep

“Update” by George Moore

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Only time will tell they say,
but then time is silent,

speaking in echoes
of time itself. But when

we listen from cliff edge
time does not come back

completely, only in passing
Our own ghost impression

of what we were, moments
before it reaches us.

This the truth of who we are,
this passing through silence.

Always then there is
the we of it, the were of it:

those two misreckoned trails.
Nothing in the fabric of time

gives time away, not
the self of it, that limit

to the way we tell…

time. We talk of what has

been, what is, where we hope
to be. It might be the telling

that causes mistakes,
makes trails that lead

rather than following,
time’s warp and woof,

the bent name,
curved gravitational plane,

a passage to ourselves
that always circles back.

You and I are the echo
of me and you. Do you

see that? Can you believe
where we’ve been?

It’s nearly thirty years
and still it seems like

each day on the ocean
is the same, the town

is still six small whitewashed
buildings, two with round tables.

The ouzo is the same
only more potent today.

There is the same shade
under the same trees

The fish still smoked, the weather
unchanged. The difficulty

is in seeing ourselves
separately after this. That sweet

moment of days,
of nights’ cool confusions

was an architecture of space,
a reckoning of time, part

of this us, but not all, the knot
closed, the name woven

into the fabric. Now death
not remembered but felt anew,

part of the design, a time
oriented thing, nothingness

preceding, ending,
in the middle. That space

time once filled, your face
time now distills,

the you not you, love
the knot of it, trouble of it,

length of it. That’s it.
The time love takes

to come into being,
always a step away

from what it has been.
This memory defiant,

time’s rider, named
by us along, named

only to be let go.

ABOUT THE POET: George Moore teaches at the University of Colorado. His poem,”Update,” is from a collection that was a finalist for the Richard Snyder Memorial Prize from Ashland Poetry Press. He has published poems in The Atlantic, Poetry, North American Review, Orion, Chelsea, Colorado Review, Nimrod, Meridian, Southern Review and other journals. George Moore’s third collection, Headhunting (Edwin Mellen) came out in, 2002. His recent electronic works include an e-Book, All Night Card Game in the Back Room of Time (DPP Publishing, 2007) and a CD, Tree in the Wall (CDchapbooks.com, 2006). George Moore was also a finalist for The National Poetry Series, The Brittingham Poetry Award, and the Anhinga Poetry Prize.

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21
Sep

“Forests” by Ananya S. Guha

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Once again these rains
gathering into a bowl of dust,
gnawing memories with cloned feet
and drying membranes.
Mine is the gaze on yester years
as these hills appear haunted,
like passing shadows.
Does anything bedevil them
or is this ancient land
replete with myths and stories
reclusive, full throated in its
plea for solitariness?
These rains make their
wraith like appearance once again,
compelling me to hide
within its thicket of dense forests.

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18
Sep

“Living Waters,” by Itoro Udofia

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Today I move beyond still waters
And I will tell a friend
Some will be furious
But tomorrow
I’m gonna do it again
And then
I’ll tell another friend
And point to the living waters
Saying,
“Follow the moving water around the bend
Put to shame false-setters planting danger trends!”

My epiphany came wading in dead water
Water of no rhythm…
Water of no flow…
Then a murmur arose
A vision came
And something spoke
Voice took me by the hand
Led me to a well
Had me look in
Said,
“See yourself.”
I was laid down
Covered In a veil
Voice said,
“Tell me. Would you rather heaven or hell?”
I said,
“Give me heaven. Heaven where I’ll have clear sight.”
Said Voice,
“Well you’re underneath a cloth. And you’re seeing
with blurry eyes.
You who can reach a star would rather stare at your feet
You who can speak with the voice of heaven choose to be so meek
Gotta lift off that veil, and see who you are
Gotta see through the mist and convince others they can go as far”

Today I move beyond still waters
And take up my crown
I restore my reign
And lay my cross down
“Follow the moving water around the bend!”
And pray that you may be caught
So others can see your truth
So few stay furious
So most tread where living waters are.

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We live in a ‘hardball’ world, where the business too often requires insensitivity, distinguish (or conjurer ingenuity) and behavior, which resembles steal and ice. This behavior is reinforced by a macho social image as someone
who does not cry, and yet is sociable; but does not waste time;and yet banters easily. Such as steel, which is ice.


The business world progress and it is a progress we require for an efficacious, democratic society, by hard heartedness. Yet precisely the hardheartedness which advances economic social life (of the individual, the family, the corporation, the community, and the society) is unbearable.


The hardheartedness, which bracketed and captained by a macho image if what a “real” man is, drives men to seek camaraderie. Depending on his natural inclinations, fellowship may be found in a sports arena, or a beer hall, on the couch around campfires, or with the family.

I suggest the reason the more successful business, which logically require the most hardened managers and vice-presidents, recommend that their most valuable employees participate in volunteer action, which bring on them, a socially beneficial nature to accomplish two proposes. First, volunteering time is an expenditure of energy, which may be pent up, is the fundamentally restrictive environment of steel and ice. It is directive to find camaraderie in an atmosphere, which will allow an employee to work toward creating away from the policy book, at living far from the deadened atmosphere of the workplace. Indeed, it is understood that the enlivenment and creativity which is found in volunteer activity, which is generated in an arena agreeable to genuine relationships, will be found in back by way of new ideas, renewed vigor, and renewed health.

If the above characteristics of the agreeableness in volunteer activity are fairly conscious, the second reason may not be so clearly understood. The first may be “rationalized” as good pubic relations. These are the type of people we hire. Our people are the types who have the pride of community involvement. They are the self-scarifying in the way of contributing to social betterment. This company may think it is helping the society. The people becomes better people, not just by “showing off,” but by doing good work, more important work.

The company does not put a sign out, but it becomes known that they hire caring, sensitive, type of people. In fact, to a certain extent, the corporation may not be so far wrong as it initially appears. I have suggested that it is an inherent proclivity of any human being to seek refreshment and renew away from the work place. This is the case whether the employee is a typical grunt, or a C.E.O. The pressure of the requirement of policy and procedure, instinct and dedication at achieving the object need release. The subsequent pressure for the employee on his or her leisure time, to find suitable relaxation is appropriate.


Volunteer activity parlays mere time off into an activity, which rejuvenates the essential nature of the human being: contact with effective human relations and contributions from a variety of sources (mostly as other people) to a goal, which consistently elicits own growth and maturation.

Volunteering, in other words, is public relations because it helps prevent off duty employees from becoming couch potatoes (and thereby revealing in the business inducement unclear), beer guzzling (and, therefore celebrating simply an alternative form of unreality), or pent-up hostility (and therefore perpetuating the executive necessary of frustration into the most sheltered area of private life, personal existence and intimate relations.


If so, volunteering is a search for personal health, through human relationships. It has little if anything to do with personal guilt. ///END///

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHIC SKETCH: G. David Schwartz is the former president of Seedhouse, the online
interfaith committee. Schwartz is the author of A Jewish Appraisal of Dialogue.
Currently a volunteer at Drake Hospital in Cincinnati, Schwartz continues to
write. His new book, Midrash and Working Out Of The Book is now in stores or can
be ordered.

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