Monday, August 12, 2024

"Accents" KDP How I Became Who I Am


                            https://www.amazon.com/Accents-Arthur-Turfa/dp/1980326703


  Thematically, Accents is the most cohesive of my books. I look back on the people, places, and events that formed me. I felt so strongly about this book that I obtained my rights from the original publisher and put it on Amazon.


     The opening poem:

     Accents

 

I

 

For all my lifelong

leitmotifs wafted on the air

through sounds and silences.

As I read, watched, or listened,

recalling at day’s end

or in a sudden flash. often

beholding intersecting

routines and rituals

which drew the strands

together into a pattern.

 

Accents call my attention

away from secondary, even

tertiary matters. Forcing my

focus on life-transforming

moments that make

destiny seem natural.

 

II

On the sidewalk between shops

ten languages in my ears, I learned

distinctions between shtetl and steppe,

Danube and Don, Mediterranean

and Moldova, how they slid into

the English I spoke. But their English

resembled the sea shells containing

the sounds of the sea

from which they came.

Have you heard of Jesish, Artur?

He vaz HunGARIAN just like us!

Announced Grandma like Archangel Gabriel

As we stood in the long driveway.

 

III

 

Attuned was I to accents of

friends and strangers in hundreds

of streets, bars and classrooms.

Speaking on trains as countryside

Flashed by the window or in

the Mensa among clattering of trays,

discerning dialects, finding my

second voice then passing it on

to some who wanted to find

their own.

 

IV

 

For a time I tried to play

what I heard on a fretboard.

Chords and notes I knew

but fingers could not fathom

how the sounds actually formed.

The accents had no melody and

gradually I left the strings untouched.

 

V

 

Recurring themes stand out,

accentuating between what is important

and what is unessential.

I grasped that comprehension

did not always require

immediate participation. Far better

to wait, to preserve, and act

when a leitmotif recurred.

 

VI

 

Seeking connections where

none seemed to exist,

I wondered what land looked like

before the town arose

from fields and forest,

whether an author colored

a portrayal of an event

to enhance the plot,

who the painter was whose

portrait inspired the poem.

Bleiben Sie beim Text!

Stay with the text!

Sounded the shrill, unsatisfying

cry in the seminars, as if

the text only existed in a

secular Holy of Holies.

For me, the glass bead game.

Not for its own sake but

to find coherence amidst

all the loose ends.

 

Arthur Turfa, ©2017 KDP


My novel:

https://www.blurb.com/b/10799783-the-botleys-of-beaumont-county

Other books:

https://www.amazon.com/stores/Arthur-Turfa/author/B00YJ9LNOA?ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true



"Places and Times"- My First Poetry Book


https://www.amazon.com/Places-Times-Arthur-Turfa-ebook/dp/B00VQUVS4U?ref_=ast_author_dp&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.jHfdZLygoGH7FjDYvN8-Z81mTS7zeZ--qe54HGMkhxq17oGcB617pl2JF8MoTPzTkx6ad73LhWeV4_qNaRmLUTrZWkCc2c8JvwwezkoGEjtSvDhQ9htGMlvWbpDXSZ6B.2U2Jasn2H7NhioixZDkJVeyVIJ06jR4-NcabV3Xppi0&dib_tag=AUTHOR 

At times I want to ride

At times I want to ride a chestnut horse

over wide, undulating, endless steppes,

with hooves pounding out a staccato beat,

our heads lowered to enhance speed,

pointing toward the elusive white stag

ever within our sight, ever out of reach,

leading to verdant valley far away.

 

Years ago I only kept the gas tank half-full

in my ’72 Duster slant 6.

Great was the temptation to drive beyond

the mountains hazy with residual smog,

looming as I dropped from the 55

on slender concrete ribbon down to the

San Diego Freeway towards Irvine.

The time had not come for me to leave.

 

Now my life no longer fits into a car.

The white stag has blended into the mists

and I am content to be where I am.

Dismounting, I set the horse to pasture

and sit sheltered by the tall pine trees.  Arthur Turfa, ©2017  eLectio Publishing


This poetry book has different forms and styles. I think it has weathered well after almost a decade.


My Novel:

https://www.blurb.com/b/10799783-the-botleys-of-beaumont-county

"The Botleys of Beaumont County" Southern Lit- Family Struggles to Keep Their Social Position

 

                 https://www.blurb.com/b/10799783-the-botleys-of-beaumont-county

     My first novel. The review is from Michael Stephen Daigle, author of the Frank Nagler Mysteries:

The Botleys of Beaumont County are such an important family that members carry the name of the country in their name, thus Slerd Beaumont Botley.

And as such welcome to the framework of Southern fiction, a space occupied by William Faulkner, Pat Conroy, Margaret Mitchell, and now Arthur Turfa, poet turned fiction author.

Change comes slow in Southern fiction: The themes of historic roots, family, the American Civil War, (which for some has never ended), religion, economic divisions, and racism, both subtle and overt, are as prevalent as barbeque, cornbread, sweet tea, and country music.

It is a rich territory and in THE BOTLEYS OF BEAUMONT COUNTY, his first published novel, Turfa both honors these traditions and rips them apart.

Full disclosure: I read this manuscript in an early form. The published book is far different writing than what I read.

The story opens in 2008 with the election of Barack Obama as U.S. President, the first Black American so elected. Overlying the local happenings is the economic decline of 2008-09.

Turfa works the societal changes deftly into the story: The Botley’s cement products factory is in trouble, local businesses face failure, racial incidents at the local school, and turmoil in the once steady local churches.

As such the story reflects the times of 2008-09, but also shines a light on America of 2021.

At the center is the Botleys, proud, heroically Southern, and a flaming mess of a family.

Turfa details these changes through the eyes of, first Slerd Botley, successful local attorney, decorated Army veteran and family patriarch, and his teen-age daughter Ashley Violet Botley.

Slerd is a fixer, trying throughout the book to solve numerous social and family problems, including his failing marriage. But in his own way, Slerd is numb to the building trouble because as a fixer he sees the concerns at times only as issues to be solved through logic and influence.

He is also distracted by his burgeoning affair with Jessica Sinclair Cavendish, his high school sweetheart.

The relationship is central to the hierarchy of the story: She is from the wrong side of town, from the wrong family and their deep attraction is the key that opens the secrets of the story.

Offering a different view is Ashley, whose observations are scattered as asides. Whereas her father Slerd muddles through, one foot trapped in tradition, Ashley breaks those bonds and through her eyes, the reader grasps the changes that are coming to Beaumont County.


Other books from me

https://www.amazon.com/stores/Arthur-Turfa/author/B00YJ9LNOA?ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true

"Epiphanies" My Short Stories Collection from Alien Buddha Press

 

                                 https://www.amazon.com/Epiphanies-Arthur-Turfa/dp/B0CW182ZK2


     Without planning or warning, something impacts life and opens the way for a positive new development. These stories relate how this happens to an aging singer-songwriter, a young graduate student far from home, a female pastor in an unsupportive congregation, a young woman pressured to give up her dreams and return home, and a single parent adjunct instructor in a professional rut. 

    Available exclusively from Amazon! Signed copies to US and Canadian readers- contact me!  

   A reading from the book:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUqsM3GepgI&t=296s

   Poetry books at:

https://www.amazon.com/stores/Arthur-Turfa/author/B00YJ9LNOA?ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true

  My novel at:

 https://www.blurb.com/b/10799783-the-botleys-of-beaumont-county

Thursday, August 8, 2024

50 Years Ago Today Richard Nixon Resigned- Poem from "Accents"

50 Years Ago Richard Nixon resigned- I saw it in Trier, West Germany. We convinced the owners of our favorite pub to say open at 2:30 a.m. so members of Sommerprogramm Georgetown could watch. It was worth it for them and for us.  I was starting graduate school at Georgetown University in DC then. I never finished, but that is another story.


In June 1974 I went to Georgetown to finalize arrangements for participating in the program. Through a Penn State friend in graduate school at George Washington University, I was invited to a party in his apartment building where David and Julie (Nixon) Eisenhower attended; I said hello to David, and Julie made the rounds to talk with everybody. 



The poem is from my thematically best-arranged book.




https://www.amazon.com/Accents-Arthur-Turfa/dp/1980326703



Trier, 1974

 

From atop the Porta Nigra

you gaze into the centuries;

into narrow streets where

Constantine and Karl Marx walked,

at graceful vineyards climbing the hills

that hold a blue, scattered-cloud sky

over the Moselle looping its way Rhineward.

 

Days spent confined at the Uni,

preparing for life on the Potomac,

smoothing access to labyrinths

it turned out I would never actually enter.

Evenings roaming the streets

roaring with laughter and lager,

long weekend crowded in Citroën 2cv

straining to and from Amsterdam.

 

Romance along the riverside or

as Nixon’s resignation crept into history

and we greeted rosy-fingered dawn.

Reconnecting for some years with others

as we settled into our roles different

from what we had imagined.

 

 

Decades later returning to find

the irony of all ironies: restored

amphitheater and baths, ancient items

abounding to be appreciated,

but my haunts long-absorbed

by covetous neighbors and the like

with no trace of their existence

except in my memories.

 

Every once in a while I meet

someone who knows the city,

and who from atop  the Porta Nigra

has also gazed into the centuries.

We share the glistening prize

nestled between the hills

and the Moselle flowing west.

 

From Accents ©2017, Kindle Desktop Publishing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday, July 27, 2024

Reflections on my Seminex Spirituality

 Spirituality at Seminex- a Personal Recollection

 

     One aspect of the 50th Anniversary of the walkout that brought Seminex (later Christ Seminary-Seminex) into existence that could have been mentioned was the richness of communal worship and spiritual life there. I do not mean this as a criticism; there was much to discuss, and rightfully so. By spirituality, I do not mean that


the word is used in recent times, i.e. in opposition to religious. Instead, I define spirituality here as an expression of Christian faith and being deeply rooted in that same faith.

     I will mention the three major points, speak briefly to them, and then give some background about myself and more detail about these three points.

   Worship: Daily chapel with community Eucharist on Wednesdays exposed us not only to a wide variety of styles but also resources. The Lutheran Book of Worship was brand-new, and Worship Professor Mark Bangert had helped in its development.

     There was also Daily Mass except on Wednesday). I was raised anti-Catholic and was wary of such a thing, but I tried it. More about that in the next section.

   I received exposure to how people could worship, to a variety of musical styles and instruments, and came to realize that flexibility was good.

   Another takeaway was that when corporate worship was not possible, one could read an office using the hymnal and other resources. Since I am a linguist, I found it enjoyable to say devotions in German, etc.

 Sacrament of the Altar: Holy Communion became important to be in my home parish. Each week I was forgiven, renewed, and sent out to a place that was not satisfying me anymore. Through the professional confusions of my time at Seminex (all related to inter-Lutheran squabbles), the Eucharist grounded me and was a sign of God’s presence through it all. And the Sacrament has remained that ever since.

     At those Daily Masses, I saw celebrants (mainly Fr. John Damm and Fr. James Fackler) who were strong, pastoral, faithful, and full of joy. I also saw fellow worshippers whose piety influenced me. Also, I gained a sense that this small group in the 11th-floor chapel was connected to the “faithful of all times and all places”.

     In my pastoral career, I have been fortunate to see many congregations celebrating weekly Eucharist, and shut-ins who wish to receive regularly.

Ecumenism: Over the years, I came to appreciate things from a tradition even if I did not want to formally attach myself to it. In grad school at UC-Berkeley for German, I took a Luther course and realized I could no longer be a Presbyterian even though a former pastor and later colleague told me I could believe what I wanted to. I told him I could not share it with a congregation.

     Seminex received an outpouring of support not only ecumenically, but from Jews as well. We could use Jesuit-run St. Louis University’s excellent theological Library, their Fieldhouse, and health services. I even turned to a Jesuit for advice on something! Trinity Episcopal Church in the Central West End received us at their services and into their lives. There were other instances, but these are the ones that influenced me. 

     When I went into my first parish, I was blessed with a strong ecumenical group, and have found others since. As an Army chaplain, I learned to see the rich variety of God’s people, and not always Christians.

     By no means do I intend to disparage the spiritual life at the Lutheran School of Theology at Chicago, from which I graduated in 1981. I did miss the Daily Mass, though; eventually, I learned that Seminex had to discontinue it.

     As seminaries have to make hard choices on staffing, location, and their very existence, it concerns me that the worship component of theological education is reduced or seen as something that is left up to wherever graduates find themselves.

Being an Evangelical Catholic has sustained me, and I firmly believe it can do so still for others. It is not about the music, or liturgy, but the Augsburg Confessions Article VII sums it up. To paraphrase, the Church exists where the Gospel is proclaimed and the Sacraments rightly administered.

     I add some personal background in the following section and welcome -----comments and your insights.  

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          The 1977 first-year class as Seminex had 37 of us, a majority of which were not from the Lutheran Church-Missouri Synod system. That included me, and it was a shock for all concerned. Most everyone seemed to have been cradle Lutherans or who had spent a considerable time as a Lutheran Christian.

     I did not; in fact, I only attended church regularly from the age of 12, with a break at Penn State as an undergraduate. There were Lutherans in my family background, but outside of attending a church near where I lived in suburban Philadelphia several times, I considered myself Presbyterian because I attended a congregation that was based at a local mall even after I dropped out of confirmation class.

     In 1975, I was in graduate school for German at UC Berkeley but was unable to land a teaching assistantship. UC Irvine offered me one, and I had begun to attend the University Chapel at Berkeley. I wanted a community of faith in Orange County, and I knew it would be Lutheran. At St. Matthew’s in Irvine, I was accepted, nurtured, assisted in worship, and felt at ease. The parish did not survive the Missouri Civil War, sad to say.

Saturday, July 13, 2024

South Carolina Anthology is in the works- Page Jenkins is in charge

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    If you have visited, lived in, are from the Palmetto State, or still live here and have a story, poem, or legend from here please let Page Jenkins know! She wants to publish an anthology with all these things in it.

 Some of my poems and a short story will be included. Thanks, Page!





My poetry books/ short story collection::

https://www.amazon.com/stores/Arthur-Turfa/author/B00YJ9LNOA?ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true


My novel:

https://www.blurb.com/b/10799783-the-botleys-of-beaumont-county










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