Black Butterfly Dust
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The necessary isolation, imposed by the pandemic during a good part of the writing of this book, presented Jean-Yves Solinga with apparently the same situation as Michel Eyquem Sieur de Montaigne, one of the most significant philosophers of the French Renaissance, who had locked himself in one of his towers, away from society [away from humans]
Jean-Yves Solinga
Jean-Yves Solinga is a poet of immense ability and range. His poetry is a product and symbolically reflects a life from birth to adulthood of cultural duality and a search for the cool plains of resolution with the past. He came from the heat of Morocco to the cold coastal waters and countryside of New England.His father, a gendarme, mother, sister, and brother had gone through the tragic war years of occupation in Marseille, France. He was then transferred after WWII in 1946 to Sidi Bel Abbès, where Jean-Yves was born in the hospital that serviced the Headquarters of the French Foreign Legion on the periphery of the Sahara in Algeria. The family traveled again with Jean-Yves only a month old, to Salé, just South of Sidi Moussa, in Morocco, where his father was posted. The journey was very difficult for the adults, but Jean-Yves spent most of it comfortably sleeping on the garments in a suitcase. The family settled, and Jean-Yves spent an idyllic childhood in the sun of North Africa. He attended French grammar and secondary schools. His memories of that time are of the joy of being aware of the pleasure of sight; the cocoon of the innocence of youth unconscious of geopolitical matters. His family, having decided to settle in America, sent Jean-Yves, at age 14, ahead alone in order not to miss the start of the school term. Living in New England, he would experience firsthand one of his many future encounters with the freezing cold and snow, which, up to that time, had only been seen on Christmas cards. A new and completely different life began.He had already written poetry by the time of his bachelor's degree and a brief tour of duty in the US Army, after which he began a career teaching French Language, Culture, and Literature in Connecticut schools and colleges. He completed a Masters and then a Ph.D. on North Africa before retiring in 2004, at which time he earnestly concentrated on his writing.
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Black Butterfly Dust - Jean-Yves Solinga
Dedication
I would like to dedicate Black Butterfly Dust to
my wife Elaine, for her support;
as well as my son Robert, his wife, Elizabeth and son Luc...
my daughter Nicole, her husband Marc and their daughters:
Noëlle and Luciana.
My vision into all of their futures is and has been
an endless source of optimism.
Jean-Yves Vincent Ciccarello Solinga
Gales Ferry, Connecticut, 2023
Acknowledgments
The specific pursuit of both, the well-written word and expressions of coherent ideas... which is the goal of this collection of lyrical prose, is a victory for the human spirit... in the age of artificial intelligence. It is therefore, to the enormous credit of individuals and publishers like Robin Nelson and Leaning Rock Press, for entrusting their name to my art and style of writing, in a world where often, a premium is given to fast and efficient communications... with streams of abbreviations and depleted sentence-constructions; as the fashionable norm.
Table of Contents
Dedication
Black Butterfly Dust
Of Arthur Rimbaud and Jimi Hendrix
Exquisite Humanism
Fiction Encased Into Reality
Hauntingly Physical Presence
Humans… Discovering the Universe.
Teenagers Into Adults
Like Orphans Playing in the Orphanage’s Playground
Martian Chronicles Revisited
Miettes de souvenirs
Souvenir-Crumbs
The poet… Rereading his Poems.
A Greek Temple... As Its Foundation...
Glorious Return to Paris
A Virility in Her Voice
Wine in the Streets
Weapons into Plowshares
Weapons Designer
Lifeless Glance
Time Started…
Visiting Daddy at Work
Under the Skin
Unrepentant Humanist in the Entrails of an M.R.I. **
To that Unknown Soldier…
Kafka... Revisited
Jamestown Revisited
Just Some Syllables
Returning From the Atrocities of War
Noilly Prat
A Nihilist’s Fervent Wish
A Place That Only Exists in Poetry
A Lyrical Incursion into Her Sexuality
A Mother’s Tomato-Dressing
Neanderthal Man in Charge
Of Kisses Under the Bridges of the Seine
Tickets Only
Musical Odyssey
The Voices of Angels
The Simplicity of Happiness
The Shape of Clouds
A Cold Winter-Night
Artists Swallowed by Their Universe
The Death of Some Trees
A Last Sumptuous Meal
Epiphany of a Nihilist
A pre-Deified Universe
Magical Sandwich
A Virility in Her Voice
All the While…
And Humans Constructed
the Universe
Artificial Dreams
Reincarnation
Between Boogie Wonderland
and Reality
Between Kabul and Kashmir
Black-Folk
Cemetery
Congolese Hell
Like Poetry on Silk
Cultivating Our Gardens **
Ode to the Septic-Pumping
Business
Death in Paris
Death in the Barnyard
Reincarnation
French Version of « Réincarnation »
Duality of This Woman
Monica
Dusty Kiss
Armstrong’s Leap
Green-Eyed World
Deconstruction of Babar the Elephant
Early Fall in Saint Émilion
In an Open Field of New England
Half-Slumber
Back to Cosmic Dust
El Maghreb
El Maghreb **
And Humans Constructed
the Universe
Epiphany of a Nihilist
In Defense of Real Human Tears
Church Festival
Religious Sharp Shooter
Les funérailles d’un père.
A Father’s Funerals
The Temerity of Innocence
For a Post-Paradisiac, Digital World
Lo Spasimo Della Vergine
Of Proustian Madeleines and Camembert
Wisps of Her
Jean-Yves Solinga, Poet
Other Books by Jean-Yves Solinga
Preface
Late 1950s. for them, typical wet-early Spring, in New England.
Father, mother, and son… new transplants from the Garden of Year-long, blood-red, Canac flowers
of North Africa.
Not an auspicious beginning, for another day in the New World and twelve-hour workdays, in entry-level employment.
But… all new things, must have a start: the father had stopped the car, in an area still inhabited by active farm-tracts of descendants from the earliest European immigrant-settlers.
But these newer Catholics… Franco-Italian family had not always been welcomed as newcomers into the reputed territory of Protestant-ethics and postcard-birth of the Thanksgivings of history books.
It could, therefore, feel very lonely, for non-English speakers, in these, pre-internet, pre-everything days.
So… a drive, to kill time, through some wet, back roads: they came back with a foot-long, skinny… branch-like, off-spring, from a local tree (wrapped in cloth, like a foundling).
Decades later. The father and mother long dead. And the son, having found his professional legs in his American life, had decided to come back to that neighborhood. That backyard… where the father had dug and installed
that twig. He could still see him kneeling on the cold wet goo… assiduously scraping with his bare fingers, to make a cradle for the plant. And now, inside the comfort of a car, he couldn’t even recognize the house, his bedroom window… the back of the yard!
A majestic… green force of nature, stood in the very spot where his father’s fingers had been. The son… now… a writer… a lyrical writer… a nihilist obsessed by ethics: in his world… with no apparent divine guidance: whose very pivotal friendship was from a wandering defrocked. priest
… so this majestic tree, seems as good an anchor, as any, for a preface.
______
The son did not need much encouragement to extrapolate [a new term he had just learned in his college prep Algebra class] … that he had been protected by a family cocoon from the low-income realities on the other side of the flimsy, paper-thin front door.
Not yet, fully taking the measure of the insulating power of the splendid mother’s meals, around a wobbly converted card table.
Or being reminded of it, when asked by one of his less-savory teenage neighbors, You drink wine and beer with your father! Can you get us a couple of cans?
Having been cajoled in the quasi-aristocratic professions of his parents’ status as upper bureaucrats in the old world, he very quickly realized that school and academic degrees would be his keys to further survival and maybe any hope of success: at least physical!
It turned out that both, the twig and the son, did well.
So, in a way, this preface is more a combination of an ode to the New World… critical analysis… and report card of his [of my ?] ingredients for the Genesis of this book
______
The value of Michel Eyquem, Sieur de Montaigne’s love for a style - a mode of writing- l’essai… [the Essay}… has always been attractive to me.
From the French verb essayer
… to attempt
. It is one of the reasons, why I had been warned by a dissertation advisor: Jean-Yves… this is beautifully written… flowing in both languages… but it is supposed to be research… not poetry!
Montaigne purposefully retreated to one of the Medieval towers of his cattle [in one of the best regions in France for pâté!]. He’d had a successful social and political career; but left active interactions, in order to write and in the process, popularized, the essay-genre as a perfect tool for further analysis of la nature humaine
: wanting