Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Monday, January 3, 2022

Tarot in these trying times

Adrian Arias and Tarot in Pandemic and Revolution deck (courtesy of the artist)

A BIPOC Tarot Deck for Navigating Trying Times: Tarot in Pandemic and Revolution reinstates Tarot’s enduring ability to offer structure and guidance in moments of social unrest.

Read more from this article by Faith Adiele, Hyperallergic, December 2021.

For more about Arias' deck, click here.

Sunday, January 2, 2022

From Poet Laureate Joy Harjo

 

Joy Harjo (photo: Karen Kuehn, courtesy Blue Flower Arts)

I like to think of a new year being possible at any moment,

as every moment is a kind of doorway.

 

Joy Harjo (Muscogee/Creek)

23rd Poet Laureate of the United States of America

quoted in The New York Times

 

Monday, December 8, 2014

New book pays tribute to feminist author Merlin Stone

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Cover of Merlin Stone's When God Was A Woman (1976),
a formative work of the Women's Spirituality movement

Merlin Stone Remembered: Her Life and Works
by David B. Axelrod, Carol F. Thomas, Lenny Schneir and Merlin Stone
(Llewellyn Worldwide, Ltd., 2014; 384 pages)
ISBN: 9780738740911

reviewed by Eva Yaa Asantewaa, hummingwitch
originally posted to InfiniteBody

Merlin Stone's research into ancient Goddess civilizations and spiritual beliefs (as author of When God Was A Woman and Ancient Mirrors of Womanhood) and her prodigious creativity on the feminist scene of the 1970s and '80s, touched the lives of many women and our male allies. When I was a producer and host at WBAI, New York's Pacifica radio station, I interviewed Stone (World Watch: Goddess at Dawn, May 1988) and, in 1990, had the honor of speaking on a panel with her, Spiderwoman Theater's Gloria Miguel and other feminists working in non-mainstream spiritual traditions and the arts. Later, Stone invited me to assist with a new audio project. We began to meet, but our work was interrupted and never completed. In declining health, she passed in the winter of 2011.

We're now at a time when young women often distance themselves from the feminist label; when the public discourse, even among feminist activists, relegates spirituality to oblivion; and when the religious dictates of patriarchy demonstrate their disastrous effects on a civic and global level. I was excited to learn that Llewellyn Worldwide planned to bring out a book on Merlin Stone's life and contributions. Surely, Stone would speak to our condition once again, offering alternative perspectives and motivation.

Merlin Stone Remembered--a rough patchwork assembled by admiring colleagues and family members--is not, by any stretch of the imagination, the book I'd hoped to read. Ideally, that book might be researched and written by an independent scholar, not a committee intent on unnecessarily and redundantly pleading The Case for Merlin Stone's Greatness. It would offer both a deep, detailed, coherent, reasonably objective portrait of this unusual and unusually determined woman, born Marilyn Claire Jacobson in Brooklyn in 1931. It might give us an engaging account of her many travels throughout the Mediterranean and Near East, to the extent that adequate documentation exists, and a professional assessment of her life's work. At least the introduction by noted ecofeminist Dr. Gloria F. Orenstein takes pains to put Stone in the context of other pioneering, if often controversial, authors such as Helen Diner, Monica Sjoo, and Marija Gimbutas.

The book's collaborators take a preemptive tack, defending their inclusion of a memoir by Stone's companion, Leonard ("Lenny") Schneir. A professional poker player and dealer in gambling memorabilia, Schneir lived with Stone for decades, seeing her through her final illness and death. By all accounts, the relationship was a happy one and, for Schneir, instructive and transforming. Apparently, though, the book team ran into some unidentified women's objections to the idea of Schneir adding his story to Merlin Stone Remembered.

I would never take issue with Schneir having a say here merely because he is male. But I suspect that you, like me, might find yourself hurrying through the lengthy, at times self-indulgent narrative about his journey before and with Stone--and, definitely, you will want to move past the poems. Greater care should have been taken with the overall structure and balance of this book.

Schneir's participation is not the book's only flaw, merely one out of many. Throwing together excerpts from Stone's interviews, bits of her published and (perhaps, justifiably) unpublished work, and repetitive essays like David B. Axelrod's "reflection on the poetic genius of Merlin Stone" and another by Schneir with Axelrod, entitled "The Importance of Merlin Stone" argues that this is a case of opportunities not only missed but willfully refused.

Instead of illuminating substance, we get filler: Stone's honorary doctorate certificate from The California Institute of Integral Studies, her birth certificate, pages of photos not selected to add anything to our understanding of the woman. One section reproduces numerous examples of fan mail from her readers, but I doubt that, even in the Internet Age, this author needs Yelp-style testimonials. What follows these letters? Another essay: this time, "The Legacy of Merlin Stone."

Here's how I want to remember Stone: as the woman who, in a talk with Michael Toms, subtly noted a difference between "planetary consciousness" and "planetary conscience." As a white woman troubled by racism, an observer of psyches and societies who saw fear at the root of repression. As a writer, sometimes pedagogic in tone but broadminded in her vision of feminism and of spirituality. A writer whose informed, complex, inspiring work was everything this book is not.

Eva Yaa Asantewaa, hummingwitch
originally posted to InfiniteBody

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Talk to stone

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"Talk to stone. Tell it words you want it to remember." -- from Primer by poet Anna Rabinowitz

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Poetry: make a charm

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make a charm

take a coin from your pocket
or change purse any amount
rub it briskly until it knows you
musky hot from your palms
place this coin say a foot and a half
away from you on a table
gaze at it send vibrations images
think about what you want to see happen
do you want a sunny day?
send the energy of sun
six times to your coin visualize
the sun’s emergence at the dawn of winter
become apollo the angel raphael or ra
or strip down and clown for amaterasu
so that she barrels forth
from her mountain’s depths and laughs
a thousand gongs from its heights
transfer white gold rays from mind
into quarter or nickel penny or dime
until you see feel the subatomic dance
do this once twice thrice six times
wrap your coin in silk or parchment
or just place it apart from all others in a high place
until the sun rolls up in the sky
then you must absolutely must
spend or give it away give it back

what other charms can you make?
send energy once for unity
twice for harmony
thrice for love and fertility
circle a coin with it four times
to multiply that coin twice thrice and more
and anchor it beneath each gate of eden
send energy five times to make revolution
seven for peaceful reflection
eight and none may vanquish you
nine and come tomorrow
you’ll shed the skin that bore you
come tomorrow you are a coin
unwrapped of silk dancing
dissolving

©2003, Eva Yaa Asantewaa

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

In the name of the wind, light and rain

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To Learn from Animal Being

May we learn to return
and rest in the beauty
Of animal being,
Learn to lean low,
Leave our unlocked minds,
And with freed senses
Feel the earth
Breathing with us.

May we enter
Into lightness of spirit,
And slip frequently into
The feel of the wild.

Let the clear silence
Of our animal being
Cleanse our hearts
Of corrosive words.

May we learn to walk
Upon the earth
With all their confidence
And clear-eyed stillness
So that our minds
Might be baptized
In the name of the wind
And the light and the rain.

-John O'Donohue (from To Bless the Space Between Us)

Friday, August 21, 2009

angels as we see' em

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angels as we see 'em


have wings only
because
we can't imagine
they're verbs without
the need for time


(c)2009, Eva Yaa Asantewaa

Saturday, November 3, 2007

One life within us and abroad

O! the one Life within us and abroad,
Which meets all motion and becomes its soul,
A light in sound, a sound-like power in light,
Rhythm in all thought, and joyance every where

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from “The Eolian Harp”)