My Body is a Forest-Pecan/Head
By Scott Vanya
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Continuing with the idea, that "I" am an indistinguishable whole, no more capable of preferring nor being rid of any one limb or body part over another, I put together-My Head or Pecan.
If this book, of the set, represents anything more than anything else, it would be the cerebral poems, those laced with the metaphysical, as opposed continuing the analogy, My Torso or Oak, representing my heartfelt ones.
These might be said to be my thoughtful poems, those which I hope will pant seeds in You, the Reader, to plant seeds of his or her own in the minds and hearts of your loved ones.
And they thoughts: that they too are as inseparable from you as a man be separated from his heart or head.
Peace be with you and may your days always find with whole mind, body, and heart.
Scott Vanya
I've been writing for a very long time, what seems like my whole life, taking it seriously from the time I was about 11. Now, at 46, I think I may be starting to get the hang of it: Say what you feel, as passionately as you can, but always with an ear turned to those who are listening.Most of my more serious work is done at live performances, which i do totally extemporaneously, channeling the mood of the room as my fingers play on the guitar. You can see some of that if you go to "my" website. (Open Mics Austin is a platform I created to showcase the Spoken Word scene here in Austin, TX. Only a small role in which i play.)As far as I can tell what makes good writing is LOVE. Love ,plainly simply, and with no strings attached.I put these words/books before you, not so much because I want something back from it, because I think and feel like I feel my bones and my soul, if you were to see the world, experience it like it do, for even a brief moment, you would walk away from that happier, more alive, compassionate and in tune with all those around you.Peace, good will, and harmony. Let those be your guiding light.Agape forever,Scott VanyaPublication Credits:Stepping Stones Magazine, The Main Street Rag, www.carcinogenicpoetry.com, Texas Art Initiative, Phoenix New Life Poetry, Walt’s Corner, Manna, Perigee, Chicago Literary Review, Mobius, Cosmic Trend, Pitchfork, Romantics Quarterly, Artisan, Pegasus, The Neovictorian, Red Owl, The Story Teller, The Blind Man's Rainbow, Atlantic Pacific Press
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My Body is a Forest-Pecan/Head - Scott Vanya
No Koan
let us not talk softly now
let us whisper not
let us forget our mumblings
and pratfalls
and speak as if we meant it.
Thank you very much!
Creation which like/as (appropriate simile of your choosing)
at every instant
in the present
in the Here and Now
miraclifies us.
True?
It must be admitted
it also boots us from the garden.
But so BE IT:
It is?!
Correct!?
Well, given that
couldn't it be said
We are generally
most of the time
in awe?
It is the dumbfoundedness
and as well the little
pluckings we do of it
making sense as we go
that leads me to believe
The Buddha
really did come back
from satori
with a flower in his hand.
---
-for Robert Q.-We got to carry each other.
Peace, Love, Truth - Scott 12/19/97
Previous:Next
Cistern
Bring up fresh water, my boy,
bring up fresh water.
Hand over hand, set yourself
to it. Mother needs her water
to make coffee, and I
to wash my hands.
Bring up fresh water, my boy,
bring up fresh water.
The rains been collected;
let the horses drink.
The cow's out by the salt-lick,
I think. Your sister needs fresh milk.
Bring up fresh water, my boy.
Your sister will set to churning
by breakfast we'll have butter;
coffee and baguette.
Bring up fresh water, my boy.
The sun's near rising; stars bleached out
Venus and Mars have gone awarring
leavin' us time for breakfast
they'll be back, if I'm not correct.
The cistern'll be dry by summer
then we must bend our backs
pick all the muscadine,
press them; our best vintage.
We'll sell 'em at market and
then, only then, I think
have the lux'ry of time.
Sleep late and talk of rainfall.
Bring up fresh water, my boy
bring up fresh water.
I hear your Mother calling
and your sister's milked a pail
The yeast has risen and the
bread is warm. We'll pass
the butter 'round and
if you' done your chore
our hands will be clean
and we can sit 'round the table,
break bread and say a prayer
Bring up fresh water, my boy,
bring up fresh water.
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I am no longer
I am no longer laughing in the face of Death.
He is laughing in mine.
He says to me,
"You have spent all of your time
on idle trifles hoping to find
some meaning to the journey.
Yet now that you see me looking
into you,
you begin to know
that all of the hurry,
all of the toil was for naught.
For oh, most noble soul,
you did know all along
I would catch you like this
one day,
bowing, bending,
yet not broken,
yet wanting some rest,
final serenity,
and peace."
I did not know,
I say to him
"you would not lend me a hand
or some other being
would help me afix meaning
to the journey from waking up
to ending.
And, Death, I did not know
it would be like this.
Yet, now that I see your face,
all those things that meant
so much to me
were in reality
only stepping stones
until I made it to your door.
And now, I ask
humbly, implore
that you let me come in
and get out of the cold,
sit by your fire,
smoke from your pipe,
and roll around upon the ground
at your feet,
laughing perhaps
even then."
"Oh, most noblest of souls,
that has striven so hard,
walked so many miles
and laid aside so many burdens,
little acutraments,
you thought belonged to you,"
Death says,
"come in my son,
I have been waiting for you too.
All beings end their journey
at my door
and when they cross my threshold
their form is left behind.
It has been a long time
since you were born
and came into the world.
And though it did mean something
to others
though not to you,
you belong with me
as do all things
when they have reached their end.
Turn now and look back
out into the mountain side,
the river there still running in the moonlight.
Say goodbye to all those you leave behind
the deer, the antelope,
the child, the son or daughter, too,
the loved one or many,
the fathers ad-infinitum
and mothers as well.
They will be fine without you
and need no longer
for you to dwell
upon their earth."
I no longer laugh in the face of Death
I cry upon his shoulder instead.
And it is not to a feathered bed I go
rather to the final awakening
where no end nor beginning is,
only then may I listen
to his stories, tales, long, old and true,
and when they're done
rest my weary head throughout the night
that never ends
and listen, yes, just listen
to him breathing -
the Never Ending that comes to all men and women."
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If I carefully remember
I do not miss
what I have
never had.
And I have never had it
so easy
as I have
had it with you.
I do not miss
rose petals on a window sill
for I have never had them.
I do not miss
the gulp of water
a fish has as he returns
beneath the surface.
I do not miss the moon and stars
for I have never held
them in my hands.
I do however
miss the lines in