FOUND POEM BY MY SON

I've been in the middle of some tortuous moving and storage-ing of various stuff from the house. And in going through various items, I stumbled across an old school notebook of Michael, probably when he was a year or so in the U.S. I consider it a found List Poem entitled "Mom: Eileen Tabios." That 4th item kills me ("she try her best")-- relatedly, I am a person who once baked a cake that was left untouched by middle schoolers (I thought those peeps were supposed to be perpetually ravenous with cast-iron bellies... )

POEMS WRITTEN IN RESPONSE TO THE CONNOISSEUR OF ALLEYS!

Someone writing a poem in response to your work is just about one of the best types of reactions one can give.  I'm grateful to Joyce Gullickson for writing this poem inspired by her reading of my latest book, THE CONNOISSEUR OF ALLEYS.  Thank you Joyce!

In Due Time

                        after The Way It Is by William Stafford

I forgot the difficulty of loving.

I forgot the field, overgrown with weeds—

until I dreamed of childhood.

Often I’ve forgotten to follow the thread

through the eye of the needle,

I’ve forgotten the way it is—

 The joy of love struck stars

that travel millions of miles

their lightshine reflecting in your eyes

I forgot to follow that gleaming.

I forgot love’s combustion.

I forgot the author of chemical reactions

the white hot, soul burning

soul searing, all searching

manner of love—abiding.

I forgot how love covers hovering anger.

How the threadbare blanket extinguishes

those fires of discontent.

Remember how anger hurts?

Sure you do, sure you do.

I forgot the magic of time’s passing—

how memories’ needle loses its sting,

how a thimble of love protects us.

Today, I forgot the way it is until—

I found a dandelion in the forgotten field—

waiting—wanting—to be fulfilled.

Joyce is  co-founder, along with husband Mike Gullickson, of the Georgetown Poetry Festival.  Mike also wrote a poem-response to THE CONNOISSEUR ...  I am grateful to both of you!


[Btw, THE CONNOISSEUR is now available on Amazon and SPD, among others.]

THE BLESSINGS OF READER-RESPONSE

I'm moved that THE CONNOISSEUR OF ALLEYS moved a reader to write his own poem.  Thank you for this:

RE:LIFE RE: LIVING

By Michael Gullickson

I forgot memory

contains an underbrush

that snags words

and photographs

pictures that were

never taken

leaving St. Thomas

leaving Sequoia

leaving places

I'd never been

I forgot until just then

the ache of how that feels.

I forgot the ruins

of the bomb scarred city-

my own Hiroshima

complete with the shadows

burnt into the sidewalks

until I walked through

broken brick & scattered glass.

I forgot how that felt

a certain kindness-

sometimes forgetting is best.

I forgot why I told you that.

Thanks Mike!! Here's a little about him:

Mike Gullickson is the co-editor and publisher of The Enigmatist and Blue Hole. Mike has a poem on display with San Antonio’s VIA Metropolitan Transit. He and his wife Joyce Gullickson are founders of the Georgetown Poetry Festival.

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And I'm moved that my selected list poem project, INVENT(ST)ORY, moved Neal Leadbeater to review it. You can see the entire review HERE but here's an excerpt:

This substantial volume of work brings together selections from several previous publications written over the last twenty years together with some new and uncollected work. A fine introduction by Thomas Fink, who made the selection, places the work in context and provides a useful and informative guide to readers who may be encountering the work of this poet for the first time. 

For a while now, Tabios has been interested in the concept of the list poem – that is to say, poems composed of lists. Nowhere is this more apparent than in her sequence of poems about the content of the Balikbayan Box (taken from her book Post Bling Bling, 2005) and the poem sequence called Garbage: A True Story. The former reveals her very real engagement with problems and perspectives relating to cultural identity and expatriatism and the latter with environmental issues and the problems of living in a throw-away society. In other words, these are not just lists recorded for the sake of it, but revealing commentaries on subjects that go far deeper than the surface text. Tabios‘ engagement with the public is of particular interest in these two sequences. E-mails received from individuals responding to her texts and calls for information form an integral part of her work and lend a degree of objectivity and authenticity to the overall content.

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And I'm also moved that my 14-year-old book, and first U.S.-published book, REPRODUCTIONS OF THE EMPTY FLAGPOLE, moved Romanian-based critic Monica Manolachi to review it in part by calling me a new name (so to speak): "vexillologist"!  Woot.  You can see the entire review HERE but here's an excerpt:

The study of flags, vexillology is a fusion of the Latin word vexillum (flag) and the Greek suffix –logia (study). Vexillologists deal with all sorts of flags and they often meet to discuss their meanings. When the flags happen to be unidentified and fictional, they may be found in short stories, novels or comic strips. If the flagpole is empty and the vexillologist says “I am addicted to what I do not know” or “I symbolize nothing” or “I am unsure with metaphors—I allow them to bleed from my pen,” then we are talking about a poet disguised as vexillologist. In Reproductions of the Empty Flagpole (2002), Eileen R. Tabios dwells on the possibilities offered by the combination of poetry and prose, reflects on belonging to various forms of in-betweenness and imagines unusually liberating flags for the states she explores. 

The motif of “the empty flagpole” can be read in different ways throughout the book. As a vertical line, it is a sign that simultaneously divides and unites, and it stands for the attempt to find laws in what is apparently turbulent and disconcerting: “To escape chaos, the Greeks created art with abstractions. It is a familiar approach, having long used geometry to deny myself caresses.” Tabios’s collection is also political. As a Filipino-American poet, born in Ilocos Sur, she explores the intersection of double belonging, by grafting cultural, ethnic and personal memory onto her American and transnational experience: “What does it say about me when I ask for asylum in places where people wish to leave? I try to find meaning in flags. But they repel me when buffeted by an incidental breeze.” The motif also implies the difficulty of separating poetry from prose and the desire to employ the aesthetic complexity of both, in order to express the struggle of finding meaning. For Tabios, the middle ground can be where the rhythmic cadences of free verse, with their lyrical repetitions, images and sounds, meet what seems to resemble a narrative, but which expresses a mood, emotion or feeling rather than strictly the thread of a story. The facts are only pretexts for further subjective visions, both sensual and intellectual.

THANK YOU, Universe.

P.S.  The book covers weren't planned together and the books span over 14 years -- but it's interesting to see how, really, blue is my favorite color...

THE VARIED WAYS OF THE COMPLIMENT

It's always good to be told "Good job!" and I received such for the new issue of Galatea Resurrects (GR).  Here's two of my favorite responses:

One of GR's reviewers emailed:

"You are a champion editor. Never seen correspondence so quick. The major journals here in _____ take three months to scratch their armpits ."

Wonderful diction, sir.  I replied:

And then and then and then: Moi got a poem!  In response to my review of two of her books including one entitled MEMOS, Susan Terris wrote:

Memo to Eileen

in the bleak midwinter    Christina penned    and I

read    on a day Eileen wrote about my book

zing or sing    and then the air warmed    singe or

whinge    songs or wrongs    some to put right

others left    yet this day    when misty wind made

moan     she lit the lamp    stilled the din     

Isn't that nifty?!

And do check out the new issue! It's got wonderful reviews -- including an inaugural feature of an author reviewing his own books! Whitman did it, so why not Galatea or, in this issue, Allen Bramhall?!  Contact Moi if you want to review yours for next issue!

Btw, here's this special issue's back cover:

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