Wednesday, May 15, 2019

I Have Now Shared Fifty Thousand Times

My blogs have now been visited and read 50,000 times by curious internet explorers from more than 60 countries.
My photography blog (https://liveingray.blogspot.com or Vahe's Streets on Google)) is the oldest with more than 38,000 visits. My literary blog (https://sensoucis.blogspot.com) and painting/sculpture blog (https://vaheark.blogspot.com) have a much more dedicated group of readers who regularly visit my sites.
So, on the 15th of May 2019 I would like to again say THANK YOU to all of you who keep me going with the pleasure and passion to share my ideas and creations with you.

May 15, 2019
©Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2019

Sunday, May 12, 2019

I Was Born on a Day When God Was Sick. (César Vallejo, Peruvian Poet)






A few weeks ago I lost my dog. He was my companion of 14 years and I felt disoriented, out of daily routine and missing the primordial.

So, this morning, as I often do on Sundays, I read poetry and forgot the sunshine outside my window.
César Vallejo and Pablo Neruda were my choices for today. I started with a simple yet now most affectionate poem by Neruda about his dog. It read:

My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine

I have buried four of my dogs over the years. But never next to a rusted old machine. Yet the feeling is the same. It is the departure from a residence in the daily. Not life necessarily, but a distancing from the tempo man and dog establish for themselves.

A residence in the quotidian. The city. The mountain. The earth.

Perhaps Neruda’s most memorable poems about the human condition are in his collection titled Residencia en la Tierra or “residence on earth”. It is a collection about departure and alienation; about loneliness without knowing the void that surrounds us; and, it is about the promises we hoped earthly life would give us but no poet ever found it.

And that took me to César Vallejo.

In Black Stone on White Stone, the Peruvian poet writes:

I will die in Paris with a rainstorm,
on a day I already remember,
I will die in Paris—and I don't shy away—
perhaps on a Thursday, as today is, in autumn

Translated by Rebecca Seiferle, I love those lines somehow common to the work of many poets regarding the process of their death. Yet, Vallejo has already experienced his departure as a resident of the earth since he remembers the day he died.

Perhaps departure is different from death.

… For me Neruda has never been apocalyptic but one who celebrated lovers and perhaps love. Vallejo however, deciphered what he had not yet read – the joy of the primordial.

Instead, he navigated the catacomb of days:

There is an empty place
in my metaphysical shape
that no one can reach:
a cloister of silence
that spoke on the edge of a fire
On the day I was born,
God was sick.

And that is what my dog helped me avoid.

May 12, 2019
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2109

Sunday, May 5, 2019

Fear Is The Cheapest Room In The House. I Would Like to See You Living in Better Conditions. (Hafiz e- Shirazi)



Dogs bark in the night
It is windy and warm
Wounds breathe as the moon
Hides in its own
Whisper

It is safe to be lonely
When company calls you dear
As dogs bark in the night
And fill your silent space
With primordial
Fear

I have known that look
Lonely eyes want to hide
As their chill fills the space
With a smell I still recall
Decades later
And moons away

Tomorrow desert lizards
Will run up your walls
And shiny raven will gurgling croak
For a new start without leaving
The past whither in the desert sun
As you wash your face

And say
That you
Can

May 5, 2019
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2019


I wrote this poem as I learned about a story of domestic violence from a friend.
In my previous life as a healthcare professional, I often wrote about health and epidemics using poetry as my medium. In the late 1990s I was the “violence poet” in The Lancet, one of the most prestigious medical journals. Here are the links I found to a couple of them but unfortunately they are not available for free.


https://www.thelancet.com/journals/lancet/article/PIIS0140-6736(05)75356-3/fulltext