Too Much, Not Enough
By Scott Vanya
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The trilogy of books, Too Much/Not Enough, Might As Well Fly Away, and Cuz Somewhere Along The Line I Forgot My Self, are all drawn from a very sincere and heart-felt place, as has been all my work. Yet, and I think I am not alone in this, these 3 books, might be said to be my most "mature". This is because the language, themes, and perspectives, gathered from divorce, job-loss, etc., are the most far-reaching. Because as my vision and sense of "place" in the universe has grown, so has the portent of my poetry.
I seek for things, which can not Truly be written about, yet do so just the same. I am a "compelled" writer. And in order for me to "see" what i am thinking, I must write it. This book, as are the other two, are manifestations of how I "see" the world. And my place in it. Yet,...They are not limited to that. They gather up all I have seen and loved and hold them in my hand as I once did a broken-winged woodpecker in the streets of San Antonio, TX.
May they offer you and yours hope, grace, and joy. If so, pass it on. Love is not meant to be held, but let go of...
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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Too Much, Not Enough - Scott Vanya
Will you answer, when Calliope calls?
And she has
only one question
to ask;
the answer to which
she is not attached:
How are you?
And it will
sometimes be
hard to hear
and others
it will roar
like wind and ocean.
And pretend
you can:
saying things
that are
distant
from your heart.
She expects that,
as even the best
instrumentalist
must have time
to warm up.
But I pray
you DO start
say something, anything
a scratch,
a scrawl,
even
only
a single word.
For once
it starts
flowing
there is no
stopping it
or should be not.
And if you
are as I
once the writing begins
in words or speech
the poem
soon follows
in deeds and acts.
If Calliope calls
for yourself
for all of us,
please,
answer,
Pen a few lines,
and (but
of course)
they need
not rhyme
just from the Heart
be issued.
Shame it is,
that all
pens
are not
red!
For then
we all
would see
The Words
are blood
and out
from the soul
do flow.
And of the ending
She thinks not,
only that
your time
is spun well
with her.
For her ears
are as open
as any heres
can be.
And she will not hang up
until you say
"Well, that's about it.
Thanks, for calling."
Yet,
all
that
you will hear
(when the poem is done)
is
"Thank you, for sharing with me.
I love you
now get out there
and have some fun."
.
ditto
answer when calliope calls.
Previous:Next
Too old to drink milk
Too old to drink milk
I think on that,
what
a near-one,
dear-one said.
And I laugh inside
and open wide
To the feeling that
I am not old enough for anything
and have just been born
In this momentous occassion
called a song
being born.
And it's half-light I've
casketed away in the eyes
of others
I wanted to set free
The turn of the lips
the belly laugh
so open wide
extremes
have no meaning any more.
And I am just a porpoise
not a worm
a song bird
not a flea
a poem being born
standing on the near side of
Destiny.
Too old to drink milk!
Too old to drink milk!
Too old to drink milk!
It was never, ever, was never
wine I saught
nor blood,
nor candles, moon, langu(id)age
fading.
Just a moment to sit
while away the time
and