Happy St. Patrick's Day!

   This is a day when everyone is Irish for at least 24 hours. To celebrate I have chosen a song by the seminal Irish music group Planxty. "Little Musgrave" is a version of "Matty Groves", from Fairport Convention's "Liege and Leaf".Musicologists can tell you which came first, or maybe what influenced both of these versions.

   Regardless, pour yourself something to drink: tea, Jameson's, a Guinness, a Black and Tan from Yuengling and enjoy!   Erin go bragh!

The song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0-gcccksAg

About the group:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Planxty

15 Words a Day

     If I remember correctly, friend and fellow poet T Knott invited me to 15 Words a Day, a Google community where one is supposed to write.....you guessed it. Initially I thought it might be too limiting, and then the daily pressure of writing; you can imagine yourselves what thoughts raced through my mind.

   Over the years I have told students that learning a world language requires daily practice, much like lea ring a sport or an instrument. Poetry can be that way, also. Some of my posting become longer works, some are tossed away, others may be...who knows?

   Today's coincided with my being able to take a sigh of relief and the coming of Spring to the Midlands of South Carolina. Yes, we have more than beaches, and there are also mountains! For the first  time I included an image of one of those lovely Bradford pear trees that burst into whiteness for a few weeks.

   Soon after I posted it, another poet friend messaged me and said that she liked the message and the image. Then it occurred to me; maybe I write for others, and not myself.

Anxiety fades after dawn

Bradford pear trees blossomlike clouds descendingtransforming earth to paradise

Arthur Turfa,  © 2015  

This is a repost because a poem by my friend Amrita Valan (posted on Facebook's Serious Lovers of Poetry) reminded me of this from last summer. Thanks, Amrita!

My catalyst for this was Teilhard de Chardin's Le Milieu Divin. " All the communions of a life-time are one communion.
All the communions of all men now living are one communion.
All the communions of all men, present, past and future, are one communion."

The Telos of Time

I

If all time is indeed

Eternally present, somehow

Past and present coexisting

With future that has been

Will have been

And contained in every moment

That was, is, or will be,

How is any moment discerned?

Am I soaking my sneakers

In morning’s dew

In early coolness

With the sunrise over the hill

And sitting in the den

Composing these lines

As darkness shrouds the tall pines

Or as I do whatever it shall be

In the years granted

Wherever, however I will spend them?

II

Blissfully unaware of the connection

We remain

Separating them by tenses and times

Compelling time into a flowing stream

Into whose waters we step only once

At any given time.

Every so often, some of us

Glance at distant stars

Whose fleeting constellations

Show connections we perhaps

Suspected and set our course anew

III

At the axis mundi

Where the veil between

Eternity and time

Is somewhat lifted,

We experience the

Moment above time,

The transcendent moment

Where Creator and creature

Redeemer and redeemed,

Sanctifier and sanctified

From all places and times,

Host holding a host

Shatter time as it is measured

Transitioning into timelessness.

IV

Through action long ago

Continuing, never repeated,

We stand on the verge

Of was-is-will be and

Never-changing now

Ever-transforming

Ever onward-rushing

To consummation.

© Arthur Turfa, 2014

Two recordings from Soundcloud: one from S.L. Weisend, and the other from me.

https://soundcloud.com/female-uninterrupted/the-hard-up-and-the-harlot

There is even a little French in this one! She has a soothing voice, one that is great for poetry.

https://soundcloud.com/arthur-turfa-1/idyll-the-meadow-and-the-muse

This is a poem from my coming book, Places and Times, Reflected. eLectio Publishing will release this in early April 2015.

There is no French in this, and my voice may not be soothing, but I do my best to keep the listener's ear!

This picture is of Doko Manor, Blythewood, South Carolina, site of my first public reading, but not my last!

Thoughts on Aldous Huxley

https://www.facebook.com/CollectiveEvolutionPage/photos/a.10151198752138908.475684.131929868907/10152769020693908/?type=1

   Originally posted on Facebook's The Writerly Digest by Writerly Digest  (I know that's complicated, but it is all good), the quote spoke to me. Additionally, it revived long-held respect for Huxley.  Here are, as the BBC would say, the main points of that:

• Huxley, C.S. Lewis, and John F. Kennedy all died on the same day and the same year. 
• I read "Brave New World" in high school, long before it was controversial.
• At that time I read several others by him, and read more at university even though I was not an English major!
• On my first trip to Europe, I bought a German copy of "The Doors of Perception", which according to rumor was banned in the USA. Whether it was or not, I do not know. But it was a good read and helped my German.
• Reading the post (thanks, Stephanie Weisend!) got me thinking about a poem.
• And reading the post showed me that Huxley hit the nail on the head. 

Happy Belated Birthday, Buffalo Springfield!

     On 3 March 1966, one of the most influential groups of all time was formed. However, it took some time for their influence to be appreciated. Had the music industry been a little more understanding they would have lasted longer as a band.

     Buffalo Springfield took its name from a steamroller parked near a friend's home in Los Angeles. Canadian Neil Young, Texan Stephen Stills, and Richie Furay from Ohio formed the nucleus of the group. The first two were of course in Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, the latter in Poco.

     What attracted me to them was their musicianship, lyrics, and overall sound, which blended various genres in a unique way. I post Stills' "Bluebird", which has become his signature song. Maybe I post it because I saw a bluebird here on Sunday while walking the dog.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ki5KVZ5RQuM

     Lou Reed was born in New York City on 2 March 1943. Co-founder of the Velvet Underground, which was under the aegis of Andy Warhol, the band attained a cultic and influential following, but commercially failed.

    His solo career began in 1972 and lasted until his death in 2013. Even if one did not share his lifestyle and personal preferences, the lyrics and music left an indelible impression. A roommate once criticized him for speaking instead of singing. Reed consciously developed that deadpan style of delivery. At Syracuse University he studied under and became a friend of the poet and writer Delmore Schwartz. Reed's intention was to write the American novel in a song.

    I can relate to that. Several friends and readers have commented on my storytelling in poetic form. At least one has recently suggested that I resume writing prose as well. Maybe I will!

   Here I post two of Reed's "novels in song":  Enjoy!  And no, they are not from "Berlin", which may surprise some of you!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYEC4TZsy-Y

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7z3TPwOT31g