Monthly Archives: January 2019

Waltzing the Night, by PD Lyons as published by Inquietudes Journal Issue 1: Ardor and Anguish


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Waltzing the Night

We’d hold ourselves like prayers between each other
bare feet, beating hearts
soft by each breath
full moon kisses
beyond any daylight horizon

it was one o’ clock this morning.
woke up no particular reason
didn’t even need to pee.
kitchen floor so cold I hurt for shoes
stood there adjusting to Frigidaire light
three bottles of beer on the second shelf
opened one by the window
chugged a salute to those long
hard rain halos
this is not the city I used to know with you
maybe I go for another
maybe it’ll help me sleep
probably not
these days once I’m up
even beer can’t touch me

deserted even by the small comfort of your ghost
still I sway as if somehow
we’re dancing

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Learning To Be Friends With The Rain


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c Mogan Lyons 2016 c Mogan Lyons 2016

~

if i put each of these days

end to end

how many times around the world

would they go?

~

no matter what

yes

the only choice

~

living in the peace

so many would die for

i walk the dogs

 old growth

cross clear brooks

splash for drinks

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sometimes this sense of failure

is all I’ll ever be

sometimes that loneliness

is all I’ll ever see

~

it’s the price for being true

it’s the cost of no surrender

the double helixed blessing

of being me

~

maybe tomorrow

the courage will come

all that ever was –

undone

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Satin Blues


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an elegance of sorrow

nights, no matter how alone

never wishing that they’d end

sometimes the moon

sometimes the stars

sometimes mortality at midnight

halos struck by strange light

rainbowed by the rain

re d Ellington 1956 newport

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draped in white your invisible hands , poem and photography by pd lyons


 

 

 

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went down by the house you used to live in

all the windows had the same curtains

the one where your bedroom was was open

for a moment

draped in white

your invisible hands

wave

~

 

Once While I Was Away, by pd lyons


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Once While I Was Away

You might have come
Expecting awkward greeting won by
Philosophic well planned answers to
What you thought my unasked questions were –
Accidental touch
Silent linger hands
Knowing prelude to a kiss
All it would take to un-clench my heart
Inviting you in
So you’d have something to do for the afternoon

paris by pd lyons paris by pd lyons

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I don’t like clever


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I don’t like clever, it has no heart.

I tend to go for the empty things, that’s where the meat is.

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Ogham, an ancient alphabet used to write Old Irish and other Brythonic/Brittonic languages — Fran B. ANAYA (Traductor Literario/Literarischer Übersetzer/Literary Translator/Литературный переводчик)


Ogham (OH-am) is an ancient alphabet used to write Old Irish and other Brythonic/Brittonic languages (such as Pictish, Welsh) from about the 3rd century CE. The Ogham alphabet is sometimes called the ‘Celtic Tree Alphabet’ as each letter is assigned a tree or plant name. However, this was probably done after the initial creation of the Ogham script. After […]

via Ogham, an ancient alphabet used to write Old Irish and other Brythonic/Brittonic languages — Fran B. ANAYA (Traductor Literario/Literarischer Übersetzer/Literary Translator/Литературный переводчик)

Rattlesnake Spells by pd lyons with photos


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Rattlesnake Spells

A blind man on acid
Finger reads the face of god
 
His name
The colour of mirrors still wishing to be ravens

 

mix media by morgan lyons

 

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Book List 2019 – All quiet on the Western Front by E.M. Remarque


 

 

vintage classics

So this is the first book I’ve read this year. If only we all studied this one maybe the world would be different in a good way? “wars are an orgy of forgetting”  Daša Drndicfrom  the Croatian  writer says in her newest book E.E.G. ( Which is on my definite to read list ).  Much of Remarque’s book is a series of forgetting – what it was like to be school boys, what it was like to fight for glory, what it was like to be human…. But I take it also a step further, this forgetting – its a selective thing. Generation after generation we forget the whole truth and once more take up the gauntlet of heroism, glory, allegiance to the cause, crown and country. For my generation it was Vietnam after which a whole bunch of folks swore to the American people and to the world that there would be no more “Vietnams”. You can google that one to see how long we remembered those lessons.

Remargue does not preach, does play politics, nor does he lower his story to propaganda. Rather it is a plain truth lesson based on his own experiences during the “War to end all wars” Word War 1. Unfortunately it is a lesson still relevant and needing to be learned today and much as it was since its first publication in 1929. I would wager that every veteran of any conflict since would, while maybe not agreeing with me , would definitely be able to relate to what All Quiet On The Western Front has to say about the experiences of men during warfare.

Rather than go one my own tangent I am including excerpts from the work so it might speak for itself. I think Remarque’s words much more poignant and elegant than my own would ever be. The photographs are taken by Morgan Lyons from a 1996 Vintage Classics edition.

 

 

1996 Vintage Classics Edition

 

 

1996 Vintage Classics

Vintage Classics p.69

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erich_Maria_Remarque

During World War I, Remarque was conscripted into the German Army at the age of 18. On 12 June 1917, he was transferred to the Western Front, 2nd Company, Reserves, Field Depot of the 2nd Guards Reserve Division at Hem-Lenglet…..

In 1943, the government arrested his youngest sister, Elfriede Scholz, who had stayed behind in Germany with her husband and two children. After a trial in the “Volksgerichtshof” (Hitler’s extra-constitutional “People’s Court”), she was found guilty of “undermining morale” for stating that she considered the war lost. Court President Roland Freisler declared, “Ihr Bruder ist uns leider entwischt—Sie aber werden uns nicht entwischen” (“Your brother is unfortunately beyond our reach—you, however, will not escape us”). Scholz was beheaded on 16 December 1943, and the cost of her prosecution, imprisonment and execution—495.80 Reichsmark—was charged to her sister Erna.[9]

 

In his spoken introduction to the 1956 CBS Radio Workshop adaptation of his novel Brave New World, Huxley said: “The price of liberty, and even of common humanity, is eternal vigilance.”

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