ubterranean Blue Poetry
Volume VI Issue VII


The Cover Art/Photos:

“Under Solomon’s Bridge III”

by Rebecca Anne Banks










"quiet,

and the Summer dark

heat

. . . murmurings

up from the street . . ."


under Solomon’s Bridge III

falling into blue

lost by radio

radio

radiostar

dogs on midnight

dead butterflies

in the news

the lamplight

staving off

the Crimea, the night

playing in traffic

OS Martin scene

white iconoclast suicide

but we’re Indian

sochi

(the unsuspecting day hospital

the lorne tree copy

at waring

at grace)


in the early morning,

I can hear you singing

exalt

exaltation

blue

to live by the water

a place

the boat sails to Eden

on such a day

it is impossible

to be still

Summer madras

poplar leaves

in the wind

feel no pain

we fly,

fall,

falling into blue"










Subterranean Blue Poetry
 
Volume VI Issue VII
 
(July 2018)










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CONVERSATION IN THE CAB ON THE WAY TO AN HISTORIC SITE

by John Horváth Jr.


She said: I like a story with a happy ending.
He said: I like happy endings with a story -
              it is not quite the same thing, you know.

She repeated how she like stories with happy endings
He repeated that he liked happy endings with stories
        They're not quite the same you know

She said but I do so like a story with a happy ending
and he said
        a happy ending with a story
        is not quite the same thing.

Deep from her heart, meaning every word of it,
a story with a most happy end
she said almost at the moment
he said a happy happy end to a story isn't quite

She noted that the weather was horrible
He began to repeat that he liked endings
but was unable to finish his vegetables
so they grew quietly more compatible









SATIN BLUES

by Pd Lyons


an elegance of sorrow

nights, no matter how alone

never wishing that they'd end


sometimes the moon

sometimes the stars

sometimes mortality at midnight

halos struck by strange light

always rainbowed by the rain









ANOREXIA NERVOSA

by Pd Lyons


she has been

sacredness

to me

and in serving

her

i make an art,

of that which

words

have been forbidden

on my tight

white

canvas

i express

a tale

no one can

but everyone wants

to interpret

i cling to it

like a charm


she has been

sacredness

to me

in secret dark

eyes closed

so safe

she does not

push

but rather

causes me

to linger

tip toe

from eternity


she has been

sacredness

to me

endowed

this ornamental flesh

a power

always yearned for

yes i would

cut myself

open

for her

but this she

does not

ask for. 









PENSIONERS REMISS

by Pd Lyons


When I wanted to see you,

Young and available

Dresses out amidst a blue jean

wasteland

Stoned as laughing smoky charms

Dancing at any moment unannounced

On the steps of Spanish little Harlem

Turquoise as your eyes church doors

Sacramental wine just opened

A spiral of possibilities each as

believable as the past.


When I wanted to see you,

Roads wide open looking to ride

Strong summer muscle

Love like horses into sunset

Diamonds across that midnight sky

Alive only in your love me eyes

Breathless barefoot pirouette

Limitless kitchens dull Frigidaire

light

Icy India pale ale as fast as we can

drink 'em

Third floor back porch dawn

Aegean blue among a city of

fearlessness.


When I wanted to see you,

Saint John's Chapel Christmas

Balsam crushed blood velvet

Crystal choir angel

Mysterious as snow

The mouth you used

An accent of hypnosis

Lead like sorrow obsessed with green

As if summer returned between live

pines

The first breasts I ever saw

You stripped for the reservoir

My hands held by your own to cup each

one instead.


When I wanted to see you,

So much more so than where ever you

were

So much sooner than now

Despited unrelenting

Sharper than anything ever dreamed.










Featured Poet: William Wordsworth

Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802

by

William Wordsworth



Earth has not anything to show more fair:

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching in its majesty:

This City now doth, like a garment, wear

The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,

Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie

Open unto the fields, and to the sky;

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep

In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at his own sweet will:

Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;

And all that mighty heart is lying still!










Missed Connections

Craigslist London – Missed Connections – April 23rd, 2017 – “G”


juliet - what happened ? - m4w (anywhere)


What on earth went wrong ?

Did you need to be so cruel and leave no room for reply ?

G


(“N.B.: “ice cream” - a note from the editor

“ice cream” – a note from the other editor

“ice cream” – says the cat

“ice cream” – says the other cat

“you’re all getting your least favourite flavour of ice cream” – says Machiavelli

“we want our favourite ice cream” – says the cat

“then you are getting cake” – says Machiavelli”)










Book Reviews



UNDO: a treatise


Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: UNDO

Author: Alice Notley

Publisher: above/ground press

Date of Publication: 2018

Pages: 20


“A windstorm dropped a bird from the sky
It fell to the ground and it’s wings broke and died”
- from Death and the Healing by Wintersun


Once there was the perfect lover, once there was a war, now there is war always. UNDO is a poetic treatise in the vein of the New Age Renaissance Republic of poetry, an enigmatic, rolling liturgy, a call to arms by Alice Notley and above/ground press. This work includes her previously published poem “Malorum Sanatio”. Alice Notley (Poet, poetry editor, educator, artist) born in Bisbee, Arizona, she has lived in the Mojave Desert, New York and currently lives in Paris, France. She has received numerous awards for her poetry, including the Griffin Prize, the Academy of American Poets’ Lenore Marshall Prize, the Los Angeles Times Book Award and the Poetry Foundation’s Ruth Lilly Prize. She is also a Poetry Editor of books and the magazines CHICAGO, SCARLET and Gare du Nord. Her latest book of published poetry is Certain Magical Acts (Penguin).

The major themes and images in the poem are healing and golden sequins within a backdrop of war, death and many lovers. It is as if she is losing her religion and yelling at the sky. The poetry is enigmatic with new word juxtapositions and broken thought train, rolling out in long running lines of brilliance and ad nauseum. As if speaking in tongues, the poetry reads in convolutions, an affirmation, a denying of the affirmation, a pushing and pulling, a moving through the healing and brokenness of revolving lovers, a program of war.

“Jan 8

Because you too came in here bloody and torn up still shocked from your death

All on the same battlefield Why bother to live anywhere

Because all of you came here bloody and torn up in my unbeliever’s bedroom

Where I your savior say things and sleep   Will my blood stain

Your bed you asked   You’re dead I said your blood’s dead

Your blood’s a spirit . . .”

Raising the question, is anyone ever truly healed in this way? Perhaps an exploration and questioning of cultural paradigms and the war economy. At the end of the long poem, a repetitive liturgy playing on the concept of healing,

“Falling away so you can remember thoughts all thoughts

For you can in one instant be healed knowing everything

Remembering everyone and finally remembering who you are”

In this “apocalypse” poetry, the matriarchy is unbound and asking for change. As the violence rolls out in the shattered lives of the elite, the artists and every small town grif, this poetry is a mirror. A brilliant write, UNDO by Alice Notley.

Available @ above/ground press.













americana: the diaspora


Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: americana

Author: Edward Smallfield

Publisher: above/ground press

Date of Publication: 2018

Pages: 28


“We know very well who we are, so we hold it down when summer starts”
- from New Americana by Halsey


americana, exciting New Age Renaissance Republic poetry, Beat and Haiku progressions with Spanish influences from Edward Smallfield and above/ground press. Edward Smallfield (Poet, writer) studied English at university in the United States and is currently living in Spain. He has written The Pleasures of C, equinox and collaborative projects with Doug MacPherson, Miriam Pirone and Valerie Coulton. He is widely published in literary Zines and online.

A considered, enigmatic mix of Beat and free form Haiku, the poetry rolls out as if having come through a storm. The short staccato delivery is art nouveau, broken thought train breathing in new original juxtapositions of words in often exciting enigmatic soup. The poetry exists within the dark violence of the masculine in a weave with the creative force of love, that presents a grainy sepia picture. The work seems influenced by suffering inside the machine, perhaps coming through an Existentialist hell with the light at the end of darkness. Perhaps memory drawing him back into dark images. A certain base nature mixes with a certain wonderlust, leaving This Writer looking for the often brilliant pieces of light. Undercurrents of life in Spain influence the writing, giving a certain exotic turn, mixed with his American roots.

“yankee haiku

what the rain scribbles.

music without instruments.

the transparent pleasures.”

Flying with angels, in the dark with demons, this poetry runs the gamut. I live for the light, some incredibly brilliant poetry when striking the light. americana by Edward Smallfield.

Available @ above/ground press.











"Inside you the time moves and she don’t fade
The ghost in you, she don’t fade"
- Richard Butler

"light and time

bright

shine

the last

summer afternoon . . ."


bluebird

by

Rebecca Anne Banks



the ghost inside blue

she don’t change

she don’t change

and the heat

o’ Solange . . . Solange

a stone impression

of a bird

blue, I coax you into my hand

bluebird


he counts the coins

from the street

on the table

(how I wish I was beautiful)

and the rosemary and wine

(she don’t change)

quilts and coffee

under the blue winter

(she don’t change)

(and the joy

inside you -

he don’t change)










Biography



Rebecca Anne Banks lives in the New Age Renaissance Republique of Poetry. She is the author of over 30 books of poetry, a guide to the Holy Spirit, a primer on marriage discernment, a family cookbook, a book of children’s stories, a book of World Peace Newsletters, all available at Amazon.ca and other Amazon Stations. She has produced 3 CD`s of Folk/Rock music and has 17 CD’s of music awaiting production. She is also the CEO/Artist at Tea at Tympani Lane Records (www.tympanilanerecords.com), The Book Reviewer at The Book Reviewer (www.thebookreviewer.ca) and the Quilt Artist at Kintsugi Art Quilts (www.kintsugiartquilts.com).

John Horváth Jr. Mississippian John Horváth Jr. publishes internationally since the 1960s (recently in Munyori Review (Zimbabwe); Numbat (Australia). Pyrokinection, Illuminations (print), and Olentangy Review). After Vanderbilt and Florida State universities, "Doc" Horváth taught at historically Black colleges. Since 1997, to promote contemporary international poetry, Horváth edits www.poetryrepairs.com.

Pd Lyons been there done that now doing other things and happy to be doing so and so able to still do them.
“the miracle is not to walk on water but to walk on earth” - Zen master Lin Chi

Alice Notley (Poet, educator, poetry editor, artist) born in Bisbee, Arizona, she grew up in Needles, California which is in the Mojave Desert. She has lived in New York and currently lives and writes in Paris, France. She studied at Barnard College and the University of Iowa. She has edited books of poetry and through the years the poetry magazines CHICAGO, SCARLET and Gare du Nord. She has won numerous awards for her books of poetry, including the Griffin Prize. She is also an artist. Her latest book of poetry is Certain Magical Acts published by Penguin.

Edward Smallfield (Poet, writer) born in the United States, currently living in Barcelona. He studied English at university in California. He is published in literary zines and online. He has written equinox and The Pleasures of C and collaborative projects with Doug MacPherson, Miriam Pirone and Valerie Coulton.

William Wordsworth (Poet) was born in Cockermouth, United Kingdom. He is one of the founders of the Romantic School, a genre in poetic English literature. His mother died when he was 7 years old and he was orphaned at 13 years. He wrote poetry at middle school, excelled in his studies and went on to the University of Cambridge where he received a degree. He visited France during the French Revolution and fathered a child with his lover, Annette Vallon. He married Mary Hutchinson in England and they had 5 children. He was England’s Poet Laureate from 1843-1850. He is best remembered for “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”, “Ode: Intimations of Immortality” and “The Prelude” amongst others.