Essay from Patxi Perier

Patxi Xabier Lezama Perier

Basque mythology is the set of myths typical of the original population of Euskal Herria. The myths have a direct relationship with the ways of acting, thinking and feeling, which constitute the common heritage of a society that through the ages transmits from generation to generation the distinctive signs and the uniqueness of a people. The existence of myths is linked to factors of antiquity and tradition. The permanence, at least since the Neolithic, in the territory they occupy is the origin of the Basques. A peculiar town that is the oldest in Europe that allows us to deduce the importance and identity that Basque mythology has historically and culturally in its roots.

 

 

Amalur (Teluria)

 

Amalur is the name in Basque that means “Mother Earth.” In the legends of the Basque people, Earth, Ama-Lurra, is the main deity. The Earth appears as carrier of all living beings, possessing own vital force that created our natural environment. The Earth is a huge vessel, an unlimited receptacle, where the souls of the dead live and most mythological characters. Faith in Ama-Lurra is very old in prior to the invasion of the Indo-European peoples Basque people. Teluria is related to the Earth cult, energies that come from inside the earth, come, circulating and continuously emanating from the earth’s surface and subsurface, being closely related to the energy variations of the geo-magnetosphere, the electro-conductivity gravito-field and magnetic influences of the Sun and the rest of the planetary system.

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Vijay Nair reviews Ihekuna Chimezie’s multi-genre written works

A Dictation of Pure Soul       

Vijay Nair

Vijay Nair

                       

Writing is one method for revising Mr. Ben’s outlook on life and observing the world and one’s place therein from an altered perspective. This Nigerian writer changes his worldview by examining fragments of our historical and biological content and by considering the context of human reality from multiple perspectives, which in turn provides him with a more enlightened understanding of human existence. By perceiving the world and humankind’s march into civilization from a more perceptive vantage point, he is more likely to appreciate all aspects of life including the beauty of nature and the historical struggle for human existence. Along with greater understanding of both nature and human history, he gains a more comprehensive understanding of himself, and grasps the futility of despising all of his human failings. Perceiving the self from a proper vantage point enables him to establish a premeditated and reasoned way to live, set modest personal goals, realizes that struggle, loss, and failure are inevitable, while comprehending life is nonetheless worthy of living. His works cut across almost very literary category to help improve the cause, shape and existence of humanity; sexuality, science, home affairs, marriage, relationships, friendship, self-help, gender issues, life matters, motivational and inspirational interests, educational/academic matters and many more.

Life is a collection of memories and feelings for him. Memories and imaginations allow him to enter the womb of creation, devise the lens through which he translates his surroundings, and creates the spectrum that transliterates his experiences. Experience is the catalyst for all great stories. Mawkish urges Mr. Ben to engage in artistic overtures, he yearns to share with other people a melody of rudimentary experiences and respond to a stabilizing tune strung together with a shared ethos. He walks in parallel strides seeking out equivalent affirmations of his being. He longs to shout out to the world that he once walked this earth; he seeks to leave in his wake traces of his pithy habitation. His unfilled longing propels him into committing senseless acts of self-sabotage and then he desperately seeks redemption from his slippery selves by building monuments to the human spirit. He employs a bewildering blend of conscious and unconscious materials to construct synoptic testaments to his temporal existence. He labours on the canvas of his choosing to scrawl his inimitable mark, fanatically toiling to escape a sentence of total obliteration along with his impending mortality.

 

Chimezie Ihekuna

Chimezie Ihekuna

Storytelling is an ancient art. The lucent vibes of stories express what we cannot articulate directly. When we hear someone’s story, we respond to the spark of humanness within ourselves that seeks to come out in the light and greet the world. When we tell the stories of our lives, we give voice to people bereft of speech, we make the persons whom we love or loved immortal, and we pass along our familiarity with the natural and physical world. Mr. Ben succeeded here for establishing his identity by constantly reshaping layers of his inner world by reconnoitering his thoughts, opinions, emotions, observations, and sentiments. Through an act of self-will, a writer builds a sincere world that attends the influx of the spirit. Investigating a person’s innermost feelings on paper allows Mr. Ben to dispel his fears, expands the depth of his soul by thoughtfully enduring pain and sufferings, spread love and compassion, quantify personal expectations of a mortal being, and face death without remorse and regret. Mr. Ben is simply taking dictation from his soul. For him writing is more about telling other peoples’ stories than his own.

You will never learn how to write well if you don’t learn how to edit. We write, edit, and rewrite the story of our own life employing descriptive words, metaphors, and symbols. Our lives are full of symbols including those supplied by nature and religion, which touch upon the mystical and spiritual aspects of life. Symbols inspire enduring hope by formulating idealist expectations. When we go through Mr. Ben’s writings whether it is fiction or non- fiction we can identify that he recreates moments to spend in introspection and in reflection. These moments make him pensive and help him write his thoughts with clarity. A life of devotion to one’s passion gives us meaning to our life.

A good plot is like a well-crafted puzzle. Each piece is vital to the bigger picture, connecting to each other to tell the larger tale. If a plot is a novel’s skeleton, and characters are the muscle, then theme is its soul. Mr. Ben’s almost all prose fictions like A Successful Marriage, Maya: Initiate 39: The Long Walk to Destiny,   Life In Space, The broken mirror, One man’s Deep word, portray his honest approach towards life. The artistic creation of the writer is a reflection of the artist’s inner world. The agenda of consciousness that spurs all forms of art is not to represent the outward appearance of things, but to portray its inward significance to the creator. A great poem and written composition fully express what the creator feels, in the deepest sense, about the distinctively depicted image that captured his imagination.

Human beings innate complexities resist reduction into simple sentences and neat paragraphs. The stories that come nearest to expressing the ambivalent nature of people are textured and occasionally inconsistent and express waves of inner uncertainty. This inconsistency and uncertainty are Mr. Ben’s strength in his composition in many of his titles like ‘The Christian Matrix’, ‘Christmas Time!’, ‘Journey to Love’ e t c. A simile and a metaphor are not literally true. A figure of speech, symbols, and allegories are mere expressions that when interlinked with other text assist explain facts, ideas, and emotions. Useful facts are elusive; we must look for them, and then express them using whatever mechanism proves most authoritative. We can never directly describe emotions; we resort to metaphors to describe emotions and other illusive thoughts. Ideas by virtue of their untested nature are often untrue or at best rough approximations of truth. Mr. Ben’s task is to discover the liquidity of a passionate inner life that provides the hot breath to our steamy humanness. In this task he achieved a greater position in the literary arena through his masterful works.

Chimezie Ihekuna’s work is available here. 

Poetry from J.J. Campbell

 

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all the fucking stars aligned
 
i never was that
cool, confident
motherfucker
that could just
walk up to every
beautiful woman
and say hello
 
i needed a plan,
alcohol and all
the fucking stars
aligned
 
now, well past
those fruitful
years
 
i only allow
myself a few
moments to
think love is
even possible
anymore
 
and on what
fucking planet
that happens
to be
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god had the chance to love me
 
i rest easy at night
comfortable in my
madness
 
laughing at all the
wrong moments and
enjoying that awkward
silence
 
god had the chance to
love me but said no
 
i treat each day as
my fucking revenge
 
i have no delusions
on winning or actually
enjoying the ride
 
i only seek to inform
the sheep on how to
find joy in the misery
of others
 
and when they tell
me i’m evil, i laugh
 
and tell them evil
is filling these fools
with false hope
 
evil is stealing
their money to
rape their children
in god’s name
 
and trust me
 
the religious people
i know can’t fucking
stand facts
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someone lost in the war
 
there’s a woman
in a wheelchair
staring a hole
through me
 
i’m guessing i
remind her of
someone lost
in the war
 
maybe a son
 
or a lover from
a strange land
 
with the scowl
on her face
 
i don’t think
it was a good
relationship
 
as she was being
rolled away she
gave me the finger
 
i guess that lover
cheated on her with
someone she knew
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the underside of the world
 
a hazy
morning
on the
underside
of the
world
 
those
daring
eyes
piercing
my soul
even
before
the first
cup of
coffee
 
today is
going to
be another
day we
convince
ourselves
that
everything
is going to
be alright
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baptized
 
i got
baptized
on april
fools day
 
the first
thing i did
after getting
dunked for
the third
time was
fix my
hair
 
the
congregation
laughed
 
they were
in on the
joke long
before
i was
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Poetry from Sravani

Those days

 

The patterns on my bed sheet

Take me back to those days

When I used to sit

In a nearby park

With feelings of emptiness

But the pink colour

Of my bed sheet also reminds me

Of those flowers

Which always smiled at me

And whispered to me

About the joyful life

I am living now.

 

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Poetry from J.D. DeHart

Seems As Though
this may be the last poem
I will write.  Is that the case?
I’m not really sure.
Is it the thousand thousand
not yet messages from editors?
Not really, although I have been
told my submissions do not
fit the current needs, and even that
an editor’s process is a mystery
unto itself.  Whatever that means.
It just seems that my words
are making their way into new
directions, no longer ready to stack
up like stanzas.
As I put together my second
poetry collection, stringing experiences
and moments, I begin to think,
Maybe I will make a return after
a short creative nap.
Or else my words will continue
as long strings of prose, as researched
writings, who knows?  Egads.  I almost
just rhymed there.
Yet, definitely time for a poetic
break, at least for now.

Poetry from Michael Lee Johnson

Heaven is My Horse Fly (V2)

By Michael Lee Johnson

Horsefly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A common horse fly

peripatetic traveler

vacationing in my world

into my bathroom,

(ride me cowboy, fly)

it’s summer time-

lands on my toilet seat

pit stops at Nikki’s Bar & Grill,

kitty litter box, refuels.

Thirteen round trips

buzzing my skin and skull-

he calls them “short runs.”

Steady pilot, good mileage,

frequent flier credits.

I swat his war journey,

splat, downed, then, an abrupt end.

 

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Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope

Poems for All Occasions by Linda Mangram
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Poems For All Occasions by Linda Mangram is my new favorite book of poetry. The first section is poems of Inspirations. These poems are truly inspirational. After I read them I had a bit more hope and feeling of happiness. My favorites are ‘Words of Comfort’, ‘Three Days’, ‘Think Before You Speak’. Although all the poems in part one can lift you up with Ms. Mangram’s words of kindness, hope and a sense of being uplifting. In Chapter 2, On the Lighter Side, has cute, funny poems that will make you smile and lighten your heart and mood. I absolutely loved ‘Southern Lady’. It has a ring of truth to it. Chapter 3, Family and Friends the last chapter. It will touch your heart and remind you how important friends and some families can be. This is an awe-inspiring book of poems for yourself and to give as a thoughtful gift to someone you know.
A Night’s Tale by Coulter
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If you love horror, suspense, and the supernatural, A Night’s Tale is a must for your home library. It is filled with many twists and turns and will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page. I loved it. This would make a great gift for yourself or a friend who also loves horror. I highly recommend A Night’s Tale by Coulter.