My Body is a Forest-Oak/Torso
By Scott Vanya
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Background: Five years or so passed after the production of "Revelation" (my first best of), so upon leaving my house and concluding my divorce, I felt it was time (and I was able to) step back and put together books of all the poems that really mattered to me. So I printed copies of all of them (over 1000 poems (leaving about another 900 for which I had no digital copies)) and began to edit and organize them so that I could pick out my favorite and/or what I felt were my "best" poems.
Very shortly there after I realized that I could not more "sort", i.e. A, B, C, the poems than I could say one of my children were my favorite over the other. So I searched for better analogies: what I came up with were Trees, to all of which i owe a great allegiance.
Over the ensuing three months, I was able to see sets of reoccurring themes, Love, Nature, God, Death, etc., as well as group them according to body parts. (I know more favored my right arm over my left, vice versa, nor they over my torso or head,. Without any of them i would feel incomplete.
Thus, 6 books were created: PECAN-HEAD, OAK-TORSO, CYPRESS-RIGHT_ARM, ELM-LEFT_ARM, WILLOW-LEFT_LEG, ASH-RIGHT_LEG, all of which I will publish as ebooks.
I am starting by publishing OAK-TORSO, because the poems included are the "nearest and dearest" to my heart. It includes the Long Poems, one almost forty pages long, as well as, all of the dramatic monologues I wrote for presentation at poetry open mics in Austin, TX (my home).
In closing, I say this: a human being is no more a single blade of grass (to borrow from Whitman) than he or she is a single role. We encompass many roles, and thus, are more akin to forests. And I, for one, freely and proudly, admit, "I am a tree-hugger."
Peace.
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-Oak/Torso - Scott Vanya
THE WATER FROM THE WELL
A BENEDICTION
WEDNESDAY, November 24, 2010
FOR CAFÉ CAFFEINE, THANKSGIVING AND ALL MY POET FRIENDS
Dedicated to, inspired and made a whole lot better by Petra
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I need a little help.
I need a lot of help.
I cannot master peace alone.
I need all of your hands, all of your ears,
all of your hands,
all of your ears,
to help it come out of me.
The Master has spoken to me
and as he wishes, I must do.
It is the only way
I can rest my head and gracefully
depart this wakeful Earth.
He is coming soon, and we must prepare
make our selves ready
if we are to receive him fully.
The words will choke me
as they come out.
They will catch
and I will stumble.
My body is just a vehicle
and I have no choice
but to step aside
and watch as
He does his work.
Some little boy drawing outside the lines,
I do not want to color in
anymore!
I want to sing out
until my soul is free.
I want to see past
the page, the paper, the pen
The moment that I am writing in
And start climbing
out of my own skin.
Be gone my desire for perfection and order
and all my painted works
Let me see each new moment
as my first creation.
Only then will He be a part of you
forever.
I will rush along, speed up my words
my body working to catch up with it,
His Presence that is to come.
It seems
it is always just ahead.
Let me slow down now, for a moment
count to three in my head,
[pause count in my head to three-VERY slowly]
and rest until it gets here
and the Master says to speak.
There is a water deep within me.
The bottom of the well
that is me,
I can not choose
the forks in the road that I am given
I can only choose which ones
I continue my journey upon.
As a poem speaks more to one
than another,
so I deepen each day as
the sun goes down.
Each dream a day darker, a day
deeper within me
the Truth must rise from.
Forty three years now
it has only deepened
with each new rising sun
and each new bed I lay down upon.
HELP ME GORDON, HELP ME TOM, HELP ME CHRIS, CRAIG, and BRADLEY!
HELP ME GENE and Jill
HELP ME, LEE and PETRA!
HE IS COMING AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!
Lend me down a hand
And when I
get up
I will lend you down mine
Together we just might transcend
The walls of this daily well.
In the long deep tunnel down into my soul
the algae covers all the walls
so many dark and green and thick
layers of scum,
the harsh words I've spoken and shouted
the anger I rained down
upon my wife and son.
So much hate I cast there,
so much filth others dropped down into me
of days I've killed,
but could not reckon on.
Reach your hands, ALL OF THEM please
down into me and scrape off the scum.
Let's not be selfish
and keep our inner peace within!
Let's let our love
ring out of us
like waves from a bell,
or ripples on a lake
Free the Love inside us
tell one and all
To master peace is to give every breath and action
the meaning of a poem!
Ahhh,
Let it toll and know
that the only inner peace
is that given to another!
Joy to their lips
like a cool drink of water.
Ahhh, The Master comes!
Let not a drop of filth fall into my soul!
Let every bit of hateful morsel come out
as you scrape along the walls.
Be careful not to drop
even a single one!
It would taint the water!
And that is what you must drink upon.
Let it remain potable
And there for everyone.
I can already hear your swallow,
the rumble subsiding that moans!
Thank you, Master,
That was what I wanted
to suck upon.
The Master is coming
And with it
He brings Peace along.
Sitting on the bottom
on the stones and rubble
deep in the darkness
where all the moonlights
have come and gone,
a bucket,
a simple wooden bucket
with handle and rope
attached thereon.
So far above the wench,
so far above the wench!
I need you, see you, there too,
The Master is calling out to me,
is crawling out of me,
yet needs you to bring Him up peacefully
into the daylight sun.
I can hear his angels' trumpets blowing.
Harken, harken, harken
I believe you can hear them, too.
He is coming, My Master.
He is soon to arrive.
Be expectant, be pregnant
With 6 billion pauses
If you must.
Each poem is a well spring
That I run out of.
For NO poem is written
Without a bit of Truth and Love.
It is impossible to do justice without it.
For anything written without Love
Is not written by the hand of the Master,
and so holds no truth
And thusly is NOT a poem.
And just as Gordon, has his Old Soldier to channel
and Julian his Rafael
Tom his POEM ITSELF
and CHRIS his Road Toad friend,
in me there is a spirit
that rises
rises
transcends every dusk and dawn.
[Pause, catch your breath]
The Truth is here.
Not the bucket, but that that is in it,
for the bucket has a hole
and will drip little droplets
back into the well
saved for some other time
that We can not see
and do not know of.
The Truth is here,
it is the water
that quenches
what The Sun doth parch,
EACH POEM
DOTH BROADEN
THE VERY
HEART AND SOUL!
True to yourself!
True to the Poem!
Let the Audience Be Quenched!
Be near
, says the Father
to his Daughter,
The Father to his Son.
The Truth is in The Water and in the drinking
The Master, One.
The bucket cannot be emptied
Even it some of you spill it on the ground.
Serve Love, Serve Truth!
Stare blindly into your destiny
even though in shadows it lurks!
Doubt scurries and
in the darkness intimidates.
The Fates huddle away in the corners
With all their hates.
Deny me,
They