Tuesday, November 25, 2014

I live here on paint and on toxoid

Written by my father, translated by me


I live here on paint and on toxoid
My step faltering, against walls, against barriers
Around me I see nature destroyed
Replaced by some structures for settlers.
I live here with no joy, no regret 
And scribble little rhymes just for me
I live... No longer preach at the gate,
Nor squash any ants carelessly.
In their hiding place they seem to await 
And observe me, in all probability.
I live with no account and no friend
No longer try to right wrongs in the world,
I cannot tell my future, my end
Simply listen to the waves, to my heart.
At set, prescribed times I just swallow
Pills encoded by various pigments
And let my mind labor to follow
The secret paths of this universe.

It is clear to me now: There is no amity
There has never been any beginning,
And all that is here, that is growing
Was here and it always will be.
In space there is no upper or lower   
No right and no left all around,  
The moment is here—no past, no forever
There is no first, no last or well-found. 
Only an unending, unstoppable flow
And shapes that are shifting at will 
There is no heaven, only hell and owe
There is time, there is space, there is still.
There is no happiness, no sorrow, no feeling
Only waves dancing without and within
In a struggle with no hatred, no foaming
Without saints, without angels or sin.

So call this entirety: Yin.

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Skilled Masterpiece!

Wow--I am thrilled to find this review, written by Dolores Ayotte, author of A Woman's Voice (and other self-help books) who is a great inspirational writer and one of the best reviewers on Amazon. This is what she said about the audiobook edition of A Favorite Son:

  • Dolores AyotteWinnipeg, Manitoba11-14-14
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    • "Skilled Masterpiece!"
      Would you consider the audio edition of A Favorite Son to be better than the print version? 
      After both reading A Favorite Son on my own and then listening to the audio book, I think there is a definite benefit to hearing the male voice bring the characters to life. I very much enjoyed this audio experience.

      What was one of the most memorable moments of A Favorite Son?
      One of the most memorable moments is the obvious favoritism of Rebecca for one son over another and the lengths she would go to deceive her husband, Isaac, demonstrates the duplicity of her role in all of their lives. 

      Which character – as performed by David Kudler – was your favorite?
      I think David Kudler did a great job of portraying all the characters he played in this audio book. His voice is clear, precise, and effectively draws the listener into the story line.

      Any additional comments?
      Most of us are familiar with the well-known Bible story of Jacob and Esau. Twin sons born to Rebecca and Isaac in their later years, are at odds and in competition to inherit the much coveted blessing from their father on his deathbed. The collaboration that takes place between mother and her favorite son, Yankle, in order to dupe Isaac effectively demonstrates the length some parents will go to in their unfairness, or what I refer to as, the "division" of their love.

      According to the main thread skillfully woven into this novel, the phenomenon of favoring one child over another may be a curse not only for the favored child but for the rejected one as well. I purposely use the word "division" of love to describe the favoritism both Rebecca and Isaac displayed for opposite sons in this story in order to stress what I consider to be a poignant point.In my opinion, neither parent expresses true love. True love does not divide families nor does it create ugly competitiveness, sibling rivalry, jealously, hatred, anger and all the other undesirable, negative traits expressed between these two sons. Neither parent shows love for their offspring nor toward each other. It has been said that true love multiplies...it never divides.When one discovers this definition of love and fully embraces this concept, the negative emotions experienced by this family and many others, will no longer exist. To me, that is the true moral to this Bible story.Ms. Poznansky takes an age old story and gives it a modern twist.

      The reader is invited into the tortured psyche of Yankle and the grief, guilt, and full knowledge of the consequence of his deception in order to demonstrate what a living hell is all about. Yankle is haunted by his choice, that of manipulating his father's deteriorating physical condition along with his mother, in order to steal his brother, Esav's birthright. He does not want to repeat history in his own life and continue with this kind of favoritism in his relationship with his own sons.This author shows not only by the cover she has so beautifully painted, but also by the words she has so carefully chosen to depict the results of such a past and present dilemma...the consequences of such a devious act.

      To quote Ms. Poznansky when describing her book cover, she states, "To me, this is what this image means: looking directly at yourself, facing the pain and the ugly imperfections within, without any attempt to mask who you are--even if you find yourself on the verge of a meltdown." I think each of us will eventually reach this point in life, and regardless of what path we take to get there, we must face ourselves, our actions, our lives and learn what true love is all about...I think this is the genuine motive and goal behind the work of this talented artist and author. Her writing is meant to provoke, prod, persuade, and push us to the limits of our inner selves in order to tie it all together. In my opinion, she is not only showing us a part of herself, her every desire is for us to see our own reflection in her work and see what personal message it holds. She has certainly succeeded with me...

      Inspirational Author & Book Reviewer ~ Dolores Ayotte

    Monday, November 24, 2014

    Thanksgiving: I feel an odd urge to fondle his horns

    He turns to me with a sly look. To my surprise, his smile—even with those sharp fangs—is quite endearing.
    “Job’s wife, I presume? Hallelujah! I have been expecting for you for quite a long while,” says Satan. His voice is sweet. He must have sung in a choir in his youth, because in some ways he  sounds as pious as my husband. “Shame, shame, shame on you,” he wags his finger. “You sure made me wait, didn’t you...”
    And without allowing time for an answer, he brings a magnifying glass to his bloodshot eye. Enlarged, his pupil is clearly horizontal and slit-shaped. 
    Which makes me feel quite at home with him, because so are the pupils of the goats in the herds we used to own. 
    Meanwhile, Satan unfolds a piece of paper and runs his finger through some names listed there. Then, with a gleam of satisfaction he marks a checkbox there, right in the middle of the crinkled page. At once, a whiff of smoke whirls in the air. 
    Satan blows off a few specks of charred paper, folds the thing and tucks it into his breast pocket, somewhere in his wool. Cashmere, I ask myself? Really? In this heat? 
    Back home, when I would count my gold coins, this was something I craved with a passion... It would keep me warm during the long winter nights... 
    Then, without even bothering to look at me, Satan says, “I swear, madam, you look lovely tonight.”
    For a moment I am grateful that my husband is among the living. Or so I think. Nowadays, influenced by the elders, he regards swearing as a mortal sin, as bad as cursing. He even plugs his ears, for no better reason than to avoid hearing it. But if you ask me, I swear: without a bit of blasphemy, language would utterly dull, and fit for nothing but endless prayer. Sigh.
    Strangely, Satan does not frighten me that much anymore. And so, swaying on my hip bones, I strut out of the cave in his direction. I feel an odd urge to fondle his horns. Along the path toward him I make sure to suck in my belly, because in the company of a gentleman, even a corpse is entitled to look her best.

    Job's wife in Twisted

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    Sunday, November 23, 2014

    Masterful Adaptation of an Old Testament Story

    Thrilled to find this review for the audiobook edition of Rise to Power:
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    • "Masterful Adaptation of an Old Testament Story"
      "Rise to Power" is beautifully written, emotionally engaging, thought-provoking and very interesting. David George is a great narrator: emotional and engaging. His delivery is smooth and presented at the perfect pace, making the story easy to follow and easy to enjoy.

      Uvi Poznansky's adaptation of a familiar story from the Old Testament is unique and feels very modern. From the very first line of the prologue, the story drew me in, partly because of the masterful use of the first person by the author, and partly because of her engaging writing style. The scene of King David as a prisoner trying to escape and tell his story to liberate his soul is compelling and highly readable.

      And then the story gets even better. Like all Uvi Poznansky’s books, this one has crisp and engaging dialogue, well-drawn characters and a unique plot. It was interesting for me to hear about the events from King David’s perspective and trace his journey from childhood to maturity and right into today’s time, making the story relevant and engaging for today’s readers. In this story, King David is not a mythical hero – he comes across as a real person, imperfect, flawed, and experiencing conflicting emotions – and that makes him so much more relatable, and his story – so much more compelling. A great story narrated perfectly by David George! Five stars.

    Saturday, November 22, 2014

    Thanksgiving: She lays her head back, for which I am grateful.

    Thenstill with her arms locked around meshe lays her head back, for which I am grateful. This way she cannot see how I weep, she cannot suspect that the pillow under my chin is turning soggy. Oh damn. I cannot stop these tears.
    Trapped here in her embrace, I am mourning something I cannot snatch back from the hand of time. Something that by some spell used to let me feel invincible. I never thought I would lose it. 
    Youth.
    How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?
    The first ray of sun has just come in through the window, and it reaches in over her, over me. It is fingering the wall, a touch here, a touch there, lifting the darkness spot by spot untilcoming to touch the tip of my swordit seems to catch fire. 
    I remember that day, when I faced my first enemy and released him of his life and his weapon. I am, am I not, the slayer of Goliath. This blade of his has been hanging here over my head for ages. And now, in a flashin the blinding light reflected back from the steely surfaceI can spot myself in it. 
    Is it me, really? Who is this decrepit creature, clinging to the corner of a blanket to wipe his face, curled here in a fetal position, with his back to a faceless girl? 
    Come morning I should ask her name. Joav might have told me, but at this moment I cannot bring myself to remember it. Remembering has become too much of an effort, especially when it comes to the present. 
    There is only one thing I seem to know: her future. She is, and may always remain, untouched.

    David in Rise to Power

    Here, David shares his innermost thoughts while lying in bed with a young woman, Abishag, who is there to keep him warm in his old age. It doesn't get more intimate than this...


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    Friday, November 21, 2014

    Beautifully written and perfectly narrated

    Here is a lovely review for the audiobook edition of Apart From Love:
    "Beautifully written and perfectly narrated"
    A famous poet, translator, and philosopher Samuil Marshak once said that frequent use of highly emotional words robs them of their meaning, making them dull and lackluster, like an old coin losing its shine. And that's exactly what Anita, the young wife of Ben's aging father, says to her husband in the story: “Just say something to me. Anything." And I thought, Any other word apart from Love, `cause that word is diluted, and no one knows what it really means, anyway.

    Coming from uneducated Anita, who is a far cry from being a poet or a philosopher, this thought acquires an even more poignant and raw meaning. She is not trying to impress anyone, she is speaking her heart and her mind, trying to cope with the turmoil of her aging husband's fast decline and her growing attraction for his adult son Ben.

    Emotions run high in this story by Uvi Poznansky, made even more prominent by the alternating voices in the audio version. Heather Jane Hogan is wonderful as Anita: she comes across as open and unpretentious, just like Anita’s character is supposed to be. David Kudler, as Ben, is more eloquent and sophisticated not only in his words but in his tone of voice that comes across in the audiobook. I sensed a tone of subtle surprise in his tone as he finds himself falling for Anita, through guilt and internal struggle.

    A beautifully-written and perfectly narrated book. Highly recommended.

    Wednesday, November 19, 2014

    Thanksgiving: I'm Blessed for the pleasure, blessed for the agony

    Poem by my father

    Translated by me


     I'm blessed for the pleasure, blessed for the agony
    Blessed for the fear, the pain of it all
    In which I was steeped, in this reality
    And granted the chance to endure or to fall 

    I'm blessed for the hardship, and blessed for the hurt
    Blessed for the crevices, obstacles and all
    In the heart of the storm, my journey I chart
    To leap over the inferno, and turn back to recall

    I'm blessed to have lived, in honor and courage
    Blessed I could take a deep plunge, then soar
    Blessed for the vinegar, and blessed for the honey
    Blessed to be counted with the few at the fore
    That somehow did reach their big destiny.

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