Synchronized Chaos July 2016: Perspective

 

Welcome, readers, to July’s issue of Synchronized Chaos Magazine. This time we’re looking at Perspective. How we see a single creature within the rest of the environment, or exploring common themes from different angles.

Returning poet Dave Douglas points out that Western society’s modern focus on individualism is not a constant or usual part of our human history.  The concept of individual identity, self expression, value, empowerment and purchasing power, which we now see reinforced through our cultural media and marketing messages, is an artifact of particular times and places and comes with advantages and disadvantages. Douglas critiques the shallow consumerism that he sees as coming out of a culture where people assert their identity through buying the latest personal electronics products.

Returning essayist Donal Mahoney advises young writers that not all have to emulate famous authors such as Charles Bukowski, who made a name for himself as much from his outsized personality and rebellious behavior as from his writing. One can become distinguished as a writer by mastering one’s craft while remaining oneself. He also encourages writers to take rejection in stride, rather than as a personal affront.

Peter Jacob Streitz, another returning poet, offers up a set of pieces grappling with individual and cultural loss, change and evolution. Whether it’s the decimation of Native culture, widowhood, or our own mortality, our world is full of destruction, and not even our best efforts and prayers can always protect us.

Poet Natalie Crick also contributes a set of short pieces evoking natural and supernatural images of death and decay. Yet, her subjects have aesthetic grace even in their deterioration, which comes through in lyrical terms.

In her monthly Book Periscope column, Elizabeth Hughes reviews Courtney Killian’s Days of the Kill. This suspense novel centers on a young protagonist who tries and fails to escape the effects of her family’s mental dysfunction. Next, Hughes hones in on the intergenerational wisdom present in Richard Slota’s upcoming novel Stray Son, a tale of fatherhood, manhood, and war.

Returning contributor Jeff Rasley’s new book Hero’s Journey explores the psychology and cost of setting up real people as heroes. In his excerpt, he reminisces about a boyhood friend whose real life started out similar to that of their shared fictional sports hero, Chip Hilton. When reality intervened, and his friend proved imperfect, Rasley began a thoughtful exploration of the meaning of bravery and honor, not just in sports but in different realms of life.

Returning contributor Christopher Bernard reviews San Francisco’s FoolsFury theater festival, discussing various attempts at rendering disparate content through physical performance. Existential literature transmutes into circus acts, the suffering of refugees comes through onstage through faux lectures at an imaginary border, and Japanese folktales take shape as large ensemble casts teeter between realism and fancy.

Finally, returning poet Joan Beebe contributes an innocent and slightly whimsical poem about cottonwood seeds. Still, she’s got a unique perspective here: she’s not praising the seeds’ beauty, she’s cursing them for getting stuck in her window screens and blocking her view of nature.

Here’s hoping everyone enjoys this issue.

More on the cottonwood tree here.

 

 

Christopher Bernard reviews San Francisco’s FURY Factory theater festival

ELEVATORS TO HELL, GUARDS ON A WIRE, HONEYMOON PIE, AND OTHER FURIOUS TRIUMPHS

A review by Christopher Bernard

FURY Factory Festival of Ensemble and Devised Theater

Various performance spaces in San Francisco

June 14–26, 2016

Terry Crane, Lyam White, Maria Glanz (above), Janet McAlpin, and David Godsey, in UMO’s “Fail Better.” Photo by Jeff Dunnicliff

Terry Crane, Lyam White, Maria Glanz (above), Janet McAlpin, and David Godsey, in UMO’s “Fail Better.” Photo by Jeff Dunnicliff

This year’s FURY Factory Festival of Ensemble and Devised Theater shook up the stages in San Francisco’s SoMa recently. Some of the performances were thrilling, and all were worth a visit.

Not least was Seattle’s UMO Ensemble, at the Joe Goode Annex for three performances of “Fail Better: Beckett Moves UMO,” a mind-bending event of pure theater, funny and dark and sharp, based on the writings of the Irish writer. This was physical theater at its most intriguing, turning the dense existential tropes of the great, bleak modernist into brilliantly apropos circus acts – complete with rope-climbing, dancing, wrestling, acrobatics, plus a bit of chocolate tasting (not shared with the audience, unfairly) and prancing about on a teeter-totter – with a sprinkling of brilliant writing on top.

Actually, the brilliant writing was the foundation (which is, no doubt, what distinguishes theater from, say, dance or music or the circus, or, for that matter, a restaurant). What UMO has done here is included most of the elements of live performance (the only ones missing were live music and edibles for the audience), compacted, condensed, sorted and refined to mordant essences.

The show begins with an appropriately Beckettian tableau: a Godot-esque couple of tramps and a Happy Day-esque couple straddle a great, ungainly teeter-totter athwart a light-bathed stage, behind which a grand dame in a scruffy garden-party gown and hat, all of which have both seen better days, officiates from inside a small, chapel-like niche. A spare, almost fleshless gentleman in whites steps forward and, between shy smiles, offers a brief passage from Beckett’s seminal novel The Unnameable, then retreats to an Apple laptop at the back and starts tapping away, threading (apparently) out of his entrails (one of the characters complains at one point, “Are these our words – or his?”) the comedy of bittersweet nothings we are about to be entertained by.

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Essay from Jeff Rasley

Memories of a Childhood Hero; Nostalgia and the Cost of Hero Worship

by Jeff Rasley

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Jeff Rasley’s Hero’s Journey is available here.

Chip Hilton was perfect – at least in the mind of this boy growing up in a small town in Indiana before the Beatles were big. He was tall, rangy, with blue-grey eyes and short-cropped blond hair. Chip’s square jaw was always clean shaven. A lock of hair would drift down his forehead and need to be brushed back while he was playing ball.

Chip was shy around girls but popular at school with the guys. He was the star player on his high school football, basketball, and baseball teams. Chip was doted on by his hardworking, graceful and lovely mother, Mary Hilton. She always had homemade cookies ready when the guys came over after team practice.

Chip’s dad, a factory foreman, died in an industrial accident saving the life of one of his crew members. Chip suffered stoically the aching loss of his father. The Hiltons were not well off, but managed. Mary worked at the factory as a secretary. Chip had to work part-time as a stock boy at the local drugstore to help with family finances.

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Poetry from Dave Douglas

The Novelty of i

The novelty of i
The latest smart phone
Absent of why
Just follow the drone

The novelty of reason
Without reply
What’s still in season?
The novelty of i

i am the app
Consolation
i am the map
Destination

Text of interest
i may respond
i am the loudest
“Like” to correspond

i am the Like
Emotion
i am the psyche
Devotion

i am the spotlight
Conversation
i am the limelight
Celebration

The novelty of i
Promenade –
Receipt of a sigh
Masquerade

The stage of sound
The novelty of sky –
The ceiling of ground
The novelty of i?

The novelty of i!
The novelty of – i
The novelty – of – i
The – novelty – of – i

The soundboard
Into a lone echo
Unexplored –
The novelty is hollow

Absolute ironclad
A fool to vilify
i am my own fad
The novelty of I

Sounds of new
Thoughts from you
Grasping two
And then a few …

Poetry from Natalie Crick

For You

This month her depression began.
He obsessed her.
She tied her heart with ribbon like a present,
Licking his fingers and kissing his feet.

Words failed her.
She breathed him in like a terrible secret,
A childless woman beneath the ivory moon.
But what about his eyes, his eyes, his eyes.

Walking in the Winter trees
Were his shadows in the fog.
He was innocent as a lamb.
Sleep, my Angel,

Deaf and dumb
As the drugged summer sun.
My Love,
I want you.

This Dark Thing

This dark thing that sleeps in me,
It steals from me so I am left with nothing.
I am blameless, Godiva.
The murmurings are alive.
Watching you dully from my bed
I have taken the pill to kill.
I mourn my own death,
Drowning into the night.
My tears could devour
The ocean. I want, I want.
I have lost myself. But that is not enough.

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Poetry from Joan Beebe

Cottonwood Seeds

Cottonwood seeds are so tiny and small

And the wind can carry them far before they fall.

But do they have to arrive at my window screens

And plug all the openings as they come on the scene

Now, I think nature is a wonderful thing

But cottonwood seeds in my screens only bring

Scrubbing and cleaning and work so hard

That I think I will go out in my yard

And look at my screens to finally let out

My frustrated scream and as they are about

To take me away, I look once more

At seeds on the screens and I know that

They think they have won – but not for long,

Because a new season begins and will right this wrong.

The time for those seeds has ended.

I can now see the beauty that surrounds me again

And am grateful that nature finally stepped in.

Poetry from Peter Jacob Streitz

DEATH SENTENCE

It ain’t that bad
Judgement day
The day you
read the verdict
From an antiquated
birthday card
But at least,
ya can still eat
Or go for
a’cup’a joe
Some sex exists
Yet the pressure’s off
It’s nothing to do . . .
with physicality
It’s like dressing up
. . . dressing down
Same thing
Without the gravity
For those
with too many candles
To blow the burn
More or less
With less being
—the age—
every idiot talks about
The new 60 being 50
And 40
is thirty-three point three
Or some such crap
Why not make 40
the new dead
Or 32?
An infant’s poo-poo
None of its relevant
There’s only one age
And you arrive at it
. . . like plunging through . . .
a trap door
After years
of immortality
And upright denial
When wearing skulls
and crossbones . . .
as patches,
tattoos and jewelry;
was an imbecile’s way
of owning death—
by childish renunciations
of an impregnable terror.
Denying inevitability
with bongs, bangs . . .
babies and beer
Raving praise be we
In the sweetest asylum
of fitness and health
Before sensing life’s not
a sap’s game
A roll of the dice
It’s a set-up
A preparatory course
A dawning so nonchalant
it’s terrifying
Terrifying—
in the abstract
In the flesh and blood
A natural phenomenon
With no court
of appeals
But only hung juries
as to innocence or guilt
Delivered by
a single magistrate
Whose only peer
is you, the defendant.
Ordering . . .
no imprisonment
Because the party’s
served their time
With both good
and bad behavior
Mixing dreams
and disappointments
Into the peace
of a living life
Before mercifully,
miraculously, magically
Announcing
. . . its all a training ground
For the biggest
of all falls
The one that—
makes you whole
When the alarm,
wakes no more.
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Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope

 

S. Courtney Killian’s Days of the Kill

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Days of the Kill is the first book for college student S. Courtney Killian. I think she did a great job and I loved it. I love murder mysteries, suspense and thrillers. This book will keep you on the edge of you seat. This will definitely be a book to add to your home library.
Ms. Killian definitely has what it takes to be a writer. I am looking forward to her next book.

Richard Slota’s Stray Son

ARC copy of the cover of Stray Son

ARC copy of the cover of Stray Son

Stray Son is a really interesting novel that will keep you reading and wanting more. Patrick Yaworsky, a Marine Veteran, married and a father of two, works  for a funeral home picking up the bodies of the deceased. One day he sees a young Marine in a WWII uniform who seems to be following him. The young Marine knocks on Patrick’s door and introduces himself as Patrick’s father. Even Patrick’s wife and kids can see him. They know he can’t be a ghost because the father is still alive in the present, the year 2000. This is a must have for your home library. it is humorous and also illustrates a dysfunctional family. It will keep you captivated.
You may request Stray Son from your favorite neighborhood bookstore. It will be published later this summer and is also available online now here.

Essay from Donal Mahoney

A Note to Young Writers
 
Over the years I have been accused of many things in real life and in the virtual world as well and often deservedly so. Recently, however, I sent a few poems to an editor unknown because samples on his site suggested to me that these particular poems, rejected by other editors as not fit for their sites, might find a home there. One never knows and can only try.
 
These poems were scabrous enough, I thought, to have a chance at this site but they lacked profanity, sex and violence. I am neither in favor of nor opposed to profanity, sex or violence but I don’t knowingly traffic in any of those when it comes to writing. 
 
Sex is too easy to write about, I feel, and profanity seems an easy way out when the right word can’t be found. Violence I don’t think I have ever dealt with although I have dealt with the prelude to violence as well as its aftermath. I guess it’s all a matter of taste. 

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Synchronized Chaos June 2016: Reality and Wishful Thinking

 

Welcome, readers, to June’s issue of Synchronized Chaos Magazine. This month welcomes a cast of contributors who probe the boundaries between their surroundings and their imagination, between what is and what they fancy, dream, hope or fear could be.

Diona Dorr’s short story presents a character who turns to violence when her vision of the perfect future is shattered. Cassandra Gauthier’s poem laments the milestones her speaker’s troubled grandfather could have shared with her.

Chika Onyenezi’s poetry collection begins with a subconscious nightmare, then moves to a surrealistic celebration of married love and teenage romance.

Donal Mahoney describes the process of submitting one’s creative writing to literary magazines decades ago before the word processor or the Internet. He’s nostalgic for old-fashioned courtesy, but not for piles of self-addressed stamped envelopes!

Joan Beebe’s poetry also conveys sweet remembrances of the days of the friendly milkman and ragman. She also reminds us that there are different kinds of families and that those of us with loving, close ones should appreciate them.

H.R. Creel’s poetry portrays a man at the top of his world in his imagination in a Walter Mitty-esque fantasy during his ordinary home life.  Angelica Fuse comments on identity, as her speakers assert who they are, work to find themselves, or simply can’t help being who they are.

Ridley Flock’s poem comments wistfully at the animal strength which humans had in our evolutionary heritage and perhaps psychological memory. J.D. DeHart’s work takes the animal concept farther, giving a series of vignettes where an ordinary office worker transforms into his animal namesake, a ram. As in Kafka’s short story ‘Metamorphosis,’ the change is playful and more notable to readers than to the people surrounding the protagonist.

Christopher Bernard reviews San Francisco’s Opera Parallele’s production of The Lighthouse, a modern opera that relates a dark tale of death at sea and also of the evil within humanity. The production seems to have skillfully combined the accessibility of more contemporary music and settings with the philosophical content and organization of traditional opera.

Patty Lesser’s novel The Perfect Hand illustrates how friendship and loyalty can empower people to hold onto their humanity and identities in a complex futuristic society with little individual freedom or privacy.  Holly Sisson also reviews another of Patty Lesser’s novels, Devouring Time, in which the characters become more authentic over time and able to have genuinely caring relationships. The characters grow into better versions of themselves.

We hope this issue will inspire thoughts of creativity and fancy within the real world where we all find ourselves.

Kaleidoscope design from Lode Van de Velde http://www.publicdomainpictures.net/view-image.php?image=98024&picture=abstract-design

Kaleidoscope design from Lode Van de Velde
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Holly Sisson reviews Patty Lesser’s new novel Devouring Time

 

The Missing Link- A review of novel Devouring Time by Patty Lesser.

Reviewer, Holly Sisson, MA

Depth Psychologist

Patty Lesser's Devouring Time

Patty Lesser’s Devouring Time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Devouring Time steeps its readers right from liftoff in the delightful dilemma of nuanced character development between the regular Joe Schmoe and the sophisticated gentleman during a conversation had out of convenience and social politeness. The juxtaposition Patty has woven between these two becomes a question for the reader of what personality feels more relatable. A brilliant way to bring the reader right into the psyche and a story that unfolds with a few unexpected twists.

In fact, this novel spends a great deal of its prose on the development of the characters as they all become suspects in the mystery that unravels just predictably enough to keep the reader both engaged and on the edge of his or her seat.

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