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New Poetry and a Short Film

New Poetry and a Short Film

We have some new poetry on tap from Sheema Kalbasi, Alessio Zanelli and Tony Jones. Sheema also tipped me off to a very good short film and hopes our readers will view the movie here. The filmmaker in question, Hossein Martin Fazeli, is also a poet. One I hope to publish here soon.   __________   If I had another life to live, I think I would be a filmmaker. The ability to make art that way, to combine prose,…

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New Poems by Tony Jones

New Poems by Tony Jones

  Atonement   Grind your teeth on atonement pangs. Lone rocks crop the low sky. You reach up with a steady hand. The clouds elude you. Walk the brown stream, dip in your hands and face, drink deep. Forget the water leads always down. Brown drops crumble in heat to ascend, as must you. 2. You’ve got to stumble three times. You try to walk, and that staggers your first summers. Drink love and fall forever. You enter the brown…

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Discourse on Method

Discourse on Method

This post is nothing so lofty as the title might suggest. I just wanted to take a bit of time and review, reflect and clarify on this Sunday evening. Chat a bit about a few things. Spinozablue is nearing its eighth month, and its evolution is ongoing. For instance, my blog posts started out as mostly very quick snaps and now have taken on a longer form. They remain unfinished, informal, unpolished and full of holes, but they now sustain…

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Echoes in Exile

Echoes in Exile

We have some new poetry, this time from Sheema Kalbasi, an excellent poet I had the pleasure to meet last year at a book festival. There is something unique, exquisite and dreamy in her work, something that informs and amplifies the images of war and peace, tragedy and freedom, family, love and laughter she depicts. She is intrepid.  __________ Have added yet more new poetry and some aphorisms to the Spinozablue mix. An Italian poet and an Egyptian-American aphorist, both…

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Shadows Displaced by the Fire

Shadows Displaced by the Fire

  In what may have been a blink The zone was erased Forgotten or confused To take part in the play A real part With the creation the stages Walking with the debris The charge into morning from last night? dance The concealment A grotto is used again and again But this time no one is lost They all find the steps through the air The hums begin then the chant And now songs rise and swirl Each place is…

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Winds Beyond the Howl

Winds Beyond the Howl

  The furthering of the snow The snowing of the snow As it covers the earth With a white wind and nothing gentle Nothing hesitant It flies berserk and vociferous Plummets left to right Unholy and obdurate Like Genghis Khan in the spring And I count down the numbers The ten numbers of my own legend As I wait for the white to rise From the Earth and fall From the pregnant grey I can no longer see Covered in…

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Symbol Balance the Night

Symbol Balance the Night

Welcome to our little corner of the virtual world. This is a very brief introductory post, just letting readers know that spinozablue.com should be filled with content in a week or so. Feel free to check out the links in the meantime, and please come back to read our original essays, reviews, fiction and poetry. So far, we have a short piece by folksinger Abbey Linfert, and some poetry by yours truly. Abbey has had a rich career so far,…

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New Fangled Poeticus

New Fangled Poeticus

Extremis Profundis   The stretch Of internal diameters of the heart Beyond the breaking point Augmented by music Blue      Blue           Blue Not like the sea but like the space Between the inside of your eyes And what’s outside Not like the sky but the line Between extremes of grief And apathy As if you know the music will never end Never crest Never roil back on the other side And it is death that does this and death…

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