The Universal Through the Local: Brian Michael Barbeito’s Still Some Crazy Summer Wind Coming Through
(Large dark crow or raven silhouetted against a dark and cloudy sky)
Reviewer- Sabrina Moore
October 22, 2024
Publisher- Dark Winter Press (July, 2024)
Type- Soft Cover Book
Genre- Prose Poetry and Landscape Photography
Pages- 125 pages
Language- English
Author- Brian Michael Barbeito
Image From- Page 64, Guru, World, Other
Brian Michael Barbeito’s prose poetry takes readers on a reflective journey, exploring themes of personal displacement and the search for belonging. In works like Can I Find Where I Used to Be and Of Flowers and Polite Complaints, Barbeito delves into nostalgia, loss, and existential questioning.
Barbeito’s style blends narrative and lyrical elements, creating a dreamlike quality that draws readers into his world. His use of natural imagery serves as both a source of comfort and a metaphor for the speaker’s desire to rise above life’s challenges. The “Angel of Time” in, Of Flowers and Polite Complaints, is where the speaker reflects on fate and purpose in the world. Barbeito contrasts beauty with harsh realities, likening the fragility of flowers to the cruelty of life. This balance between beauty and pain gives his prose emotional depth and philosophical insight.
Overall, Barbeito’s prose poetry invites readers to sit with uncertainty and discomfort, while offering moments of hope and spiritual strength. His reflections on the divine and nature reveal a deep introspection, as he searches for peace away from the “base and cruel” world he describes. His work resonates not only for its vivid imagery but also for its honest exploration of existential themes. Through his balance of longing and acceptance, Barbeito captures the universal human experience of seeking meaning in a chaotic world.
Landed: A yogi’s memoir in pieces & poses addresses many themes common to her previous book, Places We Left Behind: a memoir-in-miniature, including dislocation, nostalgia, insecurity, and the desire to find a place to belong amid multiple international moves. And, like Places, it employs interesting literary devices: lists, poems, thought bubbles, and a true-false test. They almost read like part I and part II; Landed begins in 2011 where Places ends.
This second memoir, published 13 months after the first, goes even farther with its introspective questioning, though, as a yoga friend of Lang’s suggests that the author’s feeling adrift could be just as much due to struggles within herself as with her bi-national lifestyle and disagreements with her French husband. And we see more of Jennifer’s own work and practices to carve out her own space, within the chapters on yoga poses and classes interspersed between anecdotes of her married life and also within her account of her writing life. That includes teaching memoir writing classes in Israel as well as writing this memoir.
This book humanizes a part of the world that all too often makes headlines for the wrong reasons. It also tells the universal human story of a woman balancing concern for her husband, adult children, and aging parents, who have struggles all their own in Landed.
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flutter
and here comes the old timer
a blackout drunk in the city
that never sleeps
has stories for days about
hookers, heroin and whatever
happens to flutter into his mind
i egg him on from time to time,
especially when he calls oprah
the anti-christ
how many black women have
fucked you over?
i stopped counting in the late
fall of 1979
like a lost dog, he wears those
puppy eyes like a scolded child
ok, let's go to the bar
he lights up
a smile
we get to the bar and ask for
two old fashioneds and a shot
of everclear
the bartender asks are you two
celebrating or looking to die
the old timer mumbles under
his breath
what is the fucking difference
i pat him on the back, reassuringly
tell him there isn't any
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imagine the fame
watching the news recently
has me rethinking all those
dreams when i was a kid
and i wanted to kill
my father
i sip on a whiskey
and imagine the fame
love letters on the wall
of a prison cell, cracking
jokes
of course i try not to
think who is claiming
me as their bitch
swimming in a river
of apathy that never
ends
whatever greatness ever
touched me has withered
away by now
a walking corpse
a poem edited beyond
belief
even the shotgun in the
corner has lost interest
i think of my bed as a tomb
and one day, i won't be jesus
actually get to enjoy
a few more hours
of sleep
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any sense of depravity
a slow song
as she rests
her aching head
on what is left
of your soul
it was never
supposed to
be this hard
all the mistakes
bad luck dressed
as a devil in a
three piece suit
two dreamers left
alone to suffer
stretch a dollar past
any sense of depravity
this is what happens
when the drunks realize
a bon jovi song is never
something to aspire to
can't afford the good
drugs anymore
this is why you never
burn any bridges with
the homeless
you never know
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when the holidays roll around
embrace the madness like tomorrow
is the hooker with a heart of gold
some fantasy made up in a
tarantino movie i suppose
the nights get bleaker when the
holidays roll around
suicide is this tempting seductress
showing just the right amount
of leg
she will give you a taste and you'll be
fighting the urge the rest of your life
i see the tombstones of my friends
lucky fucks that made it out
but who knows
maybe some damsel in distress
stumbles into my life
i win a lottery or a ten team parlay
and suddenly, sunshine is something
more than just cancer waiting to happen
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something fondly
sometimes i believe my death
will solve everything and soon
enough i will be forgotten
my ego tries to make a point
that the poems will last longer
than any of us
and there will surely be a woman
or two that cries or remembers
something fondly
the realist in me laughs
knows none of this matters
or will come true
the ashes will be spread into
a flower bed where the dogs
will piss every morning
that part always makes me laugh
fitting
i always pictured my ashes
being flushed down a toilet
in a cocaine rage
but pissed on isn't that far off
hopefully the flowers
will look good
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Yellow Mama, The Rye Whiskey Review and Mad Swirl. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights.
Head of the Department,” 2nd year student of the Andijan State
Medical Institute.
Annotation:
In this article, the doctor’s vigilance towards the patient, the medical worker’s treatment of the patient, being humble. The competence of the doctor in communicating with loved ones of the patient and explaining to them the condition of the patient. It has always been said that medical personnel improve their skills.
Ethics occupies an important place in the emergence and formation of society. Ethics comes from the Greek word meaning “behavior, morality.” Ethics are closely related and important to the entire industry. One of these areas is medicine.
Pediatrics is considered one of the most important branches of medicine. Pediatrics also has its own ethics. The pediatric department includes the treatment of children aged 1 month to 16 years. The children’s hospital occupies a special place in the system of children’s medical institutions. Of course, the therapeutic and preventive work of a children’s hospital is of paramount importance.
Because the condition in which the children’s hospital is being repaired and made, the specific equipment of the doctor’s office, affects the mood of sick children. That is why, when repairing the hospital, the environment and all rooms of the department should be furnished with happy paintings and accessories that will cheer up various children.
First of all, the first attention should be paid to the structure of the hospital. Another important point in the treatment of sick children is the ethics of our pediatricians. The ethics of a doctor is very important. The ethics of a pediatrician is the behavior of a doctor in his activities aimed at improving the health of a child.
The ethics of the doctor brings him closer to the patient. This means that pediatricians should be able to gain the patient’s trust in the child through his or her ethical behavior and behavior. The doctor’s office and his ethics in clothing should also attract the child’s attention and relieve the child of a sense of fear. The task of the most important doctors is to ensure that the patient, having found a way to the childrens’ heart, enters into their trust.
Doctors who are well versed in child psychology have no difficulty in treating children. Pediatricians mainly communicate with the parents and relatives of a sick child about the patient’s condition. In the process of communication, the doctor should be humble and sweet. The patient must correctly explain the condition and the degree of the disease. A good doctor’s relationship with the patient’s loved ones is important for making a correct diagnosis. In the process of communication, the doctor learns the origin of the disease and the history of its development from the patient’s relatives.
Modern medical workers should be not only qualified specialists but also propagators of medical and psychological knowledge.
Conclusion. Thus, the qualification of doctors occupies an important place in the treatment of patients. Every doctor should have a holistic approach to the patient’s condition and work harder on himself to give patients the right diagnosis. The use of modern technologies in the diagnostic process can help in a deeper study of the disease.
Our pediatricians, first of all, contribute to the upbringing of a healthy generation of children.
Ruxshona Izzatbekovna Toxirova was born on July 25, 2004, in the Oltinkoʻl district of Andijan region. She is Uzbek by nationality. From 2011 to 2022, she studied at the 48th general secondary school in the Oltinkoʻl district. Currently, she is a second-year student at the Faculty of Pediatrics at Andijan State Medical Institute. She graduated from school with excellent grades and achleved numerous successes, actively participating in subject Olympiads. She is the coordinator of the Girls’ Club. She participated in the conference “INNOVATIVE APPROACH TO CURRENT ISSUES IN MEDICINE” held on March 29, 2024. She is also the author of many articles.
Timeline
How long is a long time?
How short is a short time?
Can I say I'm at the age of prime?
Reason for my exaggerated mime
There was a time when I couldn't explain
My thoughts in words, simple and plain
Lips stutter, dragged by ball and chain
Time was so slow to ease my pain
There was a time when I couldn't stop
Rush, rush, wait! A body needs to adapt
Money to earn and spend, a huge gap
Time is lacking, not even for a nap
Then comes a time that seems to slip
Life goes so fast, I'm scared to sleep
Babies grow too fast, minds go deep
Slow down, give me a chance to grip
Will there come a time that stands still?
Shall I lose by then my stubborn will?
Would meat and rice change to a pill?
Waiting for a sickle, my soul to steal?
Is life just a part of time?
Is time just a part of a phase?
Is a phase just a part of a space,
existing with a pre-determined face?
And So I Go On
I am a traveler now at rest
Hidden from buzzing pest
Yet I won’t hide from the test
The world's an amazing nest
I shall continue with my quest
Sanctuary's temporary guest
Roads lead to everywhere
Hindrance I can see nowhere
Yet pitfalls I'm much aware
Temptations I must beware
Trodden grasses I must care
Opened eyes as I take a dare
Neither hearts nor minds deny
Ask Who, What, How and Why
Still to my soul's whisper I rely
Sieve the truth from wind’s lie
Every storm blows opportunity
Let not feet detour from duty
Feathers gathered not for quantity
Every strand tested for its quality
Strengthened for endless journey
Prepared to seek elusive destiny
Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa was born January 14, 1965, in Manila Philippines. She has worked as a retired Language Instructor, interpreter, caregiver, secretary, product promotion employee, and private therapeutic masseur. Her works have been published as poems and short story anthologies in several language translations for e-magazines, monthly magazines, and books; poems for cause anthologies in a Zimbabwean newspaper; a feature article in a Philippine newspaper; and had her works posted on different poetry web and blog sites. She has been writing poems since childhood but started on Facebook only in 2014. For her, Poetry is life and life is poetry.
Lilian Kunimasa considers herself a student/teacher with the duty to learn, inspire, guide, and motivate others to contribute to changing what is seen as normal into a better world than when she steps into it. She has always considered life as an endless journey, searching for new goals, and challenges and how she can in small ways make a difference in every path she takes. She sees humanity as one family where each one must support the other and considers poets as a voice for Truth in pursuit of Equality and proper Stewardship of nature despite the hindrances of distorted information and traditions.
Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia. She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci’s statement “Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard” is circulating through the blood. That’s why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to them. As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube. Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers. She is the recipient of many international awards. “Trees of Desire” is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems “Moon Circle”. She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists “Mountain Views” in Montenegro, and she also is a member of the Poetry club “Area Felix” in Serbia.
