Entre Deux Eaux: Midstream
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Andrew Zolnai
Andrew was born as his parents fled the late 1956 Hungarian uprising. They settled in France, though they were on the global expatriate circuit throughout his youth. He settled in Calgary for twenty years, during which he became a computer geologist and married his first wife. With his second wife he moved for a decade to the US where their daughter was born, and he travelled worldwide for work. Now settled in Cambridge UK, he also lived in Europe and the Middle-East.
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Entre Deux Eaux - Andrew Zolnai
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Contents
Dedication
POETRY (2001 - 2009)
Holborn
Lago Como
Mr. President
San Donato
Neilgaimania
Pathétique
New Year
For John
Barbara
To Rob
In memory of a dear friend’s son
To my Wife, II
Yalta Royals
Ophélia
Ophelia
Adieu Concorde
Space Shuttle Columbia
That last song
Tyumen
To my wife
Red Square
I-10
Death row speaks
Las Marías, Tish Hinojosa, 1995
Las Marías, Tish Hinojosa, 1995
PROSE (1996 – 2009)
Islam then and now
Personal manifest
Lesson in life
Passing generation
Soul shades and Dali’s drawers
Scarcity mentality
What helped me through hurricane relief efforts
How the odour stole the fridge
From Russia with love
Redlands morn
Arctic summer
Rigs to computeR
Border crossings
A LIFE STORY THROUGH 2003
1957—Escape from the Iron Curtain
1961—Out of the frying pan into the fire
1963—Nirvana at last
1965—Family ties
1967—Second home and citizenship
1975—The end of a cycle
1977—New beginnings
1980—Riding into the sunset
1982—Supernova
1986—Entrepreneur
1989—Second souffle (second wind)
1992—Entre deux eaux (midstream)
1994—New career
1996—New home, for now
1999—A year of moving
2000—Millennium
2001—New home, finally
2003—Manifesto:
Selected bibliography (2009)
Dedication
For his parents Greg and Marianne Zolnai, whose trek started this.
POETRY (2001 - 2009)
Holborn
(15 May 2009)
And there you stand on the platform
Gaze in the distance early morn
I’ve seen you off and on
But only traveller anon
In the tube I see you again
Walk up, Hello
I say
We get on the same station and . . .
Recognition lights up your face
We banter in the crowd and heat
Squeeze into the carriage
Separate in the human press
You look over and I smile back
When you get off you smile
I mouth ‘see you later’
Nice to make connection
Amid the crowd of a million
When you stepped off the train
Did you step in my life or out
Is it a comma, a period
Question or exclamation mark
Inspired by a brief encounter on a London, England train and underground
Lago Como
(13 Apr. 2009)
Return to the lake on Easter
Crowded like an anthill in the
Warm spring sunshine, I head up the
Road, follow local custom and
Turn off medieval village
Blevio nestled in eastern shore
Visit’ by emperors, writers
And musicians of yore, I feel
The ghost of history whisper
Cross the secret passage to the
Old church and the port so quiet
Off season, wisteria abloom
Quiet yet busy on the road
Look toward Bellagio, walk back
To Como, road hugs the mountain-
side, alpine hunting region
says
A road sign, motorbikes whizz by
Walk down the steps with mountain bikes
Past the fountain and angry swans
Back to the train into Milan
Mourning the dead of L’Aquila[1]
Just before Easter celebrate
Renewed life and sunshine
Swallows flying by high
Mr. President
(29 Mar. 2009)
Obama in the high’
Office of the largest
Country, you do stand high
On shoulders of the great
You will not give us fish
The American dream
Rather teach us to fish
You show us Yes we can
Remember little people
Who you also came from
You won’t have to say "No
I won’t sit in the back"
Gen’rational progress
Is rational progress
If you and I stand straight
Together look ahead
Take your people to the
Brink, and then march on thru
Don’t let missteps, struggles
Cloud your vision or ours
No bombs, no clouds, no heat
Yes our earth could be neat
Stay our harbour if we
Keep on shaping our fate
Written for my American daughter, inspired by a song in the soundtrack of the movie Forrest Gump
San Donato
(22 Mar. 2009)
At the corner of Monte Grappa
And Via Emilia a corner park
Monte Rosa blush in the sunset
Families and dogs around and caper
Old men smoking, ladies chatting
While I listen to my iTunes
Rory Block and southern blues in
Northern plains of Lombardy
Weekend stroll above funicular
San Brunato high above Lake Como
Snowy peaks peeking in the haze
Train clatters downhill as I gaze
At Milan’s outskirts and high-rises
Boy and girls chatter on mobiles
Italian Arabic all sounds the same
Why do we kill in name of race
When we are really all the same
I love travelling far and wide
To hear and see and feel and smell
Our variegated tapestry of life
To go and see and be with them
Is best to fight isolation
Narrow-mindedness and racism
Inspired by a walk in the park of the outskirts of Milan IT, where I worked the spring of 2009
Neilgaimania
(30 Jun. 2007)
The dark solitude of the mind
Never ever rests for the kind
The cruel will forever prowl
A hidden face in a monk’s cowl
Yet flick a light or beam a smile
And the habit will simply fly
Solitude’s but an illusion
The world’s distress relies upon
Explore those dark, dark recesses
Let neither prince nor princesses
Of your own imagination
Distract from your one possession
Your heart and mind are yours alone
For others will come and be gone
And you will hold an empty bag
That only you can fill or drag
It’s up to you to keep it light
Let yourself be free as a sprite
Crossing over those feared thresholds
That frighten only those not bold
For if you never take a chance
Will you lose out on every dance
The pas de deux of Good and Bad
No paradox? Isn’t that sad!
Inspired by Neil Gaiman’s prose and poetry www.neilgaiman.com
Pathétique
(6 Feb. 2007)
pathos, ethos, Tchaikovsky’s Sixth
married or gay, solemn or gay
the man, the music or the muse
Eighteen Twelve Overture or Fourth
who lived through oppression, abuse
who could tell him if he saw clear?
for we are all entre deux eaux[2]
we all go swim upstream to spawn
try to get near where we came from.
but swim against the flow and you,
you will lose all accoutrement
shed layers, layers of vestments
hurts are layer upon layer,
laid in over and over time . . .
misery sure loves company
as friend and foe will tell and tell
society will hold it still
and sure not help you shake it off
"it is so hard to be awake . . ."
shake off all those trappings of shame
step out of that sarcophagus
slip out of giant chrysalis
and greet new life in morning light
poised yet so still until ready
let not that tired metaphor
stand in the way of what needs done!
unless those layers are peeled off
we cannot be ready for what
will come—we will need that armour
to withstand pressure from without
it is however strength within
we must regain first and foremost
before we go out and battle
the evils of man(woman)kind—
Man or Woman are not evil
rather our behaviour can be
so let’s all recover our strength
healing, praying, and counselling
as long as we don’t isolate
as long as we don’t stop crying
as long as we don’t overwork
as long as we do stop killing
a magic pas de deux shuffles
and glides across the stage
seeming to defy gravity
and thereby lift our gravitas
for brief moments of levity
and thus blow ‘way melancholy
so let us look for what will draw
attention ‘way from our distress
help us delight in each other
seek out our zestful company
show all it is not misery
but joy inside that we all seek
bent-over babushka’s creased lines
child’s furtive smile and rosy cheeks
wide-eyed girl’s innocent surprise
bearded old man now lost in thought—
the breadth of human emotion
can be so much more than we thought
but first must come the confidence
of humankind in brotherhood
where dignity, pride and boldness
are self-evident rights for all
and not just for privileged few
by age, colour, money, or sex
come you all, let’s march to the
beat of our own drum, not which
society’s distress dictates—
dictators or democracy
will only play into the hand
of misery if we let be . . .
a muse when on the march is not
amused,