A.D. Winans: This Land Is Not My Land

The book itself can't be bought at Amazon or other outlets until it is released to coincide with European distributor this Fall. It was originally published as a chapbook, but is now available perfect bound with nine new poems not in the original chapbook.

 

Advance copies can, in the meantime, be purchased only through the publisher, Presa Press, and myself.

 

Details available to anyone interested.

A.D. Winans

http://winansfansite.blogspot.com/

AD Winans: 4 AM INSOMNIA POEM

lost in the never never land of insomnia a dark forest ravished by storms where dreams go to perish my  mind hijacks my destiny speaks in tongue devours the silence walks hunchbacked like a gypsy tailor pushing a garment cart a sacrificial virgin burns in volcano ash a Tiajuana Jesus nailed to a plastic cross winks at the twelve wise men making a return trip to the manger after a shopping spree at Walmarts a fortune teller trades in her crystal ball for a tarot card reading the lone survivor of a shipwreck floats aimlessly at sea my love returns from the  bermuda triangle in the disguise of a mermaid the pope pleads for humility god answers with lightning jesus responds with thunder a bee colony drips honey between the legs of a dairy queen a haunted house coughs up an angry ghost drunk on death dante gives up his seat in hell to Rosa Parks who recites the lord's prayer backwards to a  honky sheriff in Selma, Alabama  Saint Peter empties purgatory the FDA declares sleeping masks a fraud Van Gogh demands his ear back a new born baby is sacrfiiced at the Louve a french Mistress closes her legs in protest| the mirror mocks my image twenty-plus years of sleeplessness camp inside my skull hot as volcano ash satan recruits me god makes no counter offer a whisper of sleep camps inside my eyeballs I surrender with a whimper drown in a series of Hail Mary's recited by sexy nuns in see-through attire

A.D. Winans: EARLY BIRTHDAY POEM

sitting here fifteen days
before my seventy-eight birthday
I drink my morning coffee in solitude

wear the early chill of morning
like a quilt of  stitched memories
my mind a nosy intruder
plots the course of my life

the eye can not see
the naked universe
nor caress the fertile stars

the moon a graveyard
shines its eyes down on me

surely that is not me
I see in the mirror

the months the years
revolving doors

like the trick mirrors
at the fun house
at Play land at the Beach

friends fewer in number
wait for me in my dreams

like ducks in a blind

left with a cup of morning coffee
a spoon that stirs memories
of  young women

the pleasure of warm flesh
on fresh linen sheets
hot as an iron pressed
to a a singed garment
turned to  bones that rattle
in the graveyard of my  dreams

the conversations that lasted
into the early morning hours
turned to idle chatter
with ghost's from the past

Jean Azarel: Que la note soit ZALée ! Zone d'Autonomie Littéraire 2013 - SQUEEZE - interview Jean Azarel

Bonsoir,

En espérant avoir le plaisir de vous voir samedi 23 salle Pétrarque à Montpellier, passage à 2O H : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FzcfmH0l44

Ou un de ces jours prochains pour la sortie de "Waiting for Tina"

Bien à vous toutes et tous 

Jean

Retrouvez lors de la ZAL 2013 à 20h, Jean Azarel + KERITY : Textes aspirés + Musique inspirée

--Zone d'Autonomie Littéraire--

ZAL du 23 NOV 2013 salle Pétrarque à MONTPELLIER - Entrée libre.
Organisée par http://www.revuesqueeze.com
Evènement Facebook ici : https://www.facebook.com/events/407331426038287/?ref=23

9 heures de scène continue autour du texte, de 14H à 23H, d'ouvrages venus d'ailleurs, de rencontres improbables, de performances hétéroclites, de lectures audacieuses et de cocktails à la louche : la Zone d'Autonomie Littéraire convoque les écrivains en place et les auteurs en devenir, les grands et les petits lecteurs, les passionnés de tout poil et encore plus de curieux, pour taper sur les clous de la création littéraire et repousser le bord des horizons.

-- Jean Azarel --
http://www.autour-des-auteurs.net/fiches/azarel.html
http://jeanazarel.bandcamp.com

A.D. WINANS: POEM FOR THE FRIEND WHO TOLD ME I NEED TO STOP DWELLING ON THE PAST

a friend of mine tells me
I need to stop dwelling on the past
that nostalgia is an anchor
that will weigh me down
he's like the lyric
to that Hank Williams song
"I saw the light, "I saw the light."
a song he sang to Minnie Pearl
his feet sticking out the side
of an open convertible
on its way to Memphis
I'm still groping for that light
a hundred shadows from my past
hitch-hiking along for the ride

angels have traded in their wings
for a ticket to my dreams
the phantom of the opera
has a front row seat in my nightmares
mutilated poems wrap them self in my arms
pit tomorrow against yesterday
nomadic thoughts camp inside
my brain cells
master to none  servant to many

old flame's light burned out torches
in my loins
there is no place to flee
no resting stop at the end
of a long journey
from here to nowhere

I spend the afternoon
at Martha's coffee shop
with hot coffee and a newspaper
for company
tomorrow those same newspaper lines
will be past history
should I pretend they never existed?

I am ten months into
my seventy-seventh year
winter will soon be here
with her cold claws and heavy rain
forcing her way into the walls of my mind

were she of human flesh
she would crack open
my memory vault
find miles of past memories
that flow like Li Po poems
down a river old as time
should I ignore her
tell her to come back next winter
that now isn't the time?

I have written one too many memorial poems
for friends who have passed-away
should I shut them out of my mind
focus on tomorrow
build a graveled  path that leads
to the promised land?

my emotions are trapped in quicksand
no place to run
no place to hide
endless chatter comes from
the 4-walls where
death hides between the cracks

the past is my lover
she clings to my body
like a child to a mother's bosom
she sleeps in my memory cells
like a phantom bank that accepts
only deposits  refuses withdrawals

I think of her
like I think of San Francisco
the city of my birth
the salt air smell at ocean beach
the Marina Greens
north beach and the fillmore
all filled with memories
my past is my present
the future a gypsy fortune teller

my existence
a slow chugging locomotive
on an anonymous journey
known only to the conductor
punching invisible tickets in the hands
of faceless passengers

 

A.D. WINANS

Ball of Wax 33 Songs: Virgin of the Birds – “Victor Bockris”

Ball of Wax 33 Songs: Virgin of the Birds – “Victor Bockris”
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The songs by Victor Bockris are  on line at
http://chinasearecordings.bandcamp.com/album/summer-palace

https://www.facebook.com/victor.bockris

Bob Branaman and Brigtte Moos: OPENING RECEPTION: A Diamond Light at the Memory Palace

 

https://www.facebook.com/events/507100842731155/

 

 

Saturday November 16th  15:00 (PST)

 



Join us for a free reception to celebrate the art of Robert Branaman and Brigtte Moos!!

Beat Generation poet, painter, and film producer Bob Branaman continues to make avantgarde art today. Branaman joined the Beatniks in San Francisco in the 1950s, part of the Kansas Vortex, which included Charles Plymell and Michael McClure, and soon made his name as a hep cat. He outlived many of his bohemian contemporaries, despite his bad habits. Over the years he has collected a great deal of stories and ephemera from that time period and because he has outlived most of his beat contemporaries he is in many ways an archivist and one of the last voices of the Beat Generation.

Birgitte Moos is an Artist from Copenhagen, Denmark, working in Los Angeles and Copenhagen.

Birgitte works in an unconventional, interdisciplinary manner to combine art, theory and function. Utilizing the vibrant space and surroundings of the City Birgitte exhibits visual art works often focusing on the totality of an environment reflecting all aspects of her art and vice versa.
Holding an MFA in set design from Denmark’s Royal College of Fine Arts in Copenhagen, Birgitte also studied painting and set design at The Berlin University of Arts under Achim Freyer who recently staged The Ring Cycle at the LA Opera.

As a Visual Artist and Set Designer, Birgitte has been involved in numerous projects in theater, short films, videos, performances and gallery exhibitions internationally, also lecturing in set design, amongst projects such as Zentropa Productions by Danish Filmdirector Lars von Trier.

In 2011 Birgittes set design for the staging of ‘The Arsonists’ at The Odyssey Theater in Los Angeles was nominated as set design of the year by LA Weekly. In 2012 Birgitte was selected from thousands as a finalist in the Saatchi Gallery’s Open Call for Abstract Art. In April this year she was the Featured Artist at the Downtown Artwalk curated out of Artists from all LA.