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| CAPTURINGS Written By: F. John Surells Gosh, it's strange how diversely unstructured thoughts often seize our consciousness. And for those who consider themselves writers in any format (prose, poetry, plays, etc.), this surely presents a dilemma, because as most people are aware, passing thoughts are often also fleeting thoughts; and if they're not immediately "captured," they may "disappear," and perhaps forever. And I guess the words in this discourse are examples of the phenomenon spoken of in the preceding paragraph. I had my friend Pierce Gates read them, and he said this about them: "This written piece reminds me of how often I fantasize about meeting a beautiful princess who says she'll love me forever, and then places a crown on my head." "Well," I said in response, "good luck with that Pierce. But to my own fantastic lady (Lady Poetry) I say 'I've never known a love such as yours. Yet, I've always known there's usually a large difference between those who would express dictates of conscience and those who'd have mankind suffer under various types of dictatorship.' " But then Pierce said "John, you're always so preoccupied with difficult matters. And I'm going to 'answer' these words you've just written should they indeed be published." And I answered his promise of an answer by saying "Well, go right ahead Pierce. But no matter what you may say or do, I'll always affirm that all who possess such dictates as might someday help mankind, deserve to have them disseminated and learned from. And personally, I know I've 'grown' from other people's 'expressed goodness of purpose.' And I've basked in the warmth and enthusiasm which those expressions have provided me." And oh, despite what I said to Pierce, today I still must be a faceless man whose soul lies in wait upon all that's real just now, and all that will surely transpire, though some say it won't. And my respect, honor, and love I pledge to all that's poetically constructive and well stated. And where would I be today if in years before I hadn't known such an elegance of truth and logic, as well as such very helpful, yet unabashedly real words. |
| JOE'S REACTION TO MONA LISA: AN EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 9 OF "THE SAME TAPES" BY RF HUSNIK Italian woman, your portrait hangs in my mind as a lantern in a lighthouse. Indeed the "keeper" should have arrived there in the waning daylight then to "turn on" the great lights which may have guided seafarers who traversed upon nearby waters as the sun's supplied light was removed by night's expected darkness. But should he have arrived late, through whatever reason, valid or not, he may have grasped the lantern then to grant himself a lesser light as he searched for the mechanisms necessary to illumine those greater. Mona Lisa, you are such a lesser light which helps us find the greater. And I believe you to be the greatest of those lesser lights which help mortals find their way upon seas of earthly confusion and wickedness. And one look into your eyes and who wouldn't say "For you alone Italian woman I'd gladly live without sin? And if for you, then how much more for my Master who guides all sea and land movements from His home where the greatest light of all is timeless and eternal?" But, within temporal time, the bigger beams from the bigger lights of the lighthouse outshine a lantern's output, yet can't match its central brightness. And, as a hopeful artist, I've said the lantern spoken of here is real, and so, now it is. And thus, I've given that lantern and its light life, though not a life undying. But Leonardo, once through art, you gave a timeless life to Mona Lisa. And though Ms. Gherardini, or Mrs. del Giocondo was physically mortal, and has long ago passed away from our earth in a living form, does not her portrait and "essence of art" remain forever noted in the Relevant Masters' great book of eternity, as well as merely on display in the Louvre? |
| RALPH COMMENTS UPON REACTIONS RECEIVED CONCERNING "THE SAME TAPES" Written By: Ralph Hawk Recently my friend F. John Surells wrote a piece entitled "The Continuing Saga Of The Same Tapes." And it generated both positive and negative "feedback" concerning that book (The Same Tapes), feedback which, as you may expect, given my assigned role as leader of this city's "artistic enclave," has now reached my desk. Thus, it seems appropriate that I now address various comments made concerning "the Same Tapes." And, when I told John I intended to write this piece, he concurred with my decision to do so. And we actually then, as a twosome, determined what should be contained in it. And we agreed upon four points of importance. Please see this entire post at https://rfhusnikandstoriesaboutthecity.weebly.com |
| Awareness Aid Some words loose A new beginning upon the world And their readers sense That fact is constituted By truth of course But by premise also In other words, Those words know What's "sightfully" real But they also know What's insightful Yet, why has this poem Had so many changes Even though so many people Say "nothing ever changes" And is it unfortunate That mankind won't know What this writing said Before changes changed it Or should readers Be content to learn That its words eventually Tired of sameness And complacency And then sought out hedonism Whose tenets then allowed Said poem to decorate A new décor within the present |
| EVENTIDE: ELEVEN This is the perhaps unnecessary task Of describing a tranquil nighttime Owned still by a current And not yet next day And on this Soon to be previous day One wonders and fears What creativity portrayed in dreams May now be tempted by sleep Will it be strong enough To form eventual word drawings Or only to portray images Upon closed eyes Asleep below a cognizant mind Oh, I don't think we really know How each moment Becomes part of a present reality Too quickly – too quickly But then retreats into A forever unchangeable past Were those who attempted To portray time's passage Severely sinful if they failed To accurately describe How time keeps on – keeps on From behind me I believe the answer has been given A normally unobtrusive clock Announces that twenty three Of today's twenty four Hourly divisions are gone now And each strike Though not loud Pierces and assaults the stillness |
| THE CONTINUING SAGA OF "THE SAME TAPES" WRITTEN BY: F JOHN SURELLS The next sentence is one I've waited a long time to write. Soon, apparently a somewhat controversial (and long) written piece from one of "our people" will finally "see the light of day" via e-books and self-published paperbacks. |
| Endings Our lives will soon be over That fact is traced In lines across our face But whatever we may fear In regard to oncoming "oldness" Must most often be downplayed Else paranoia would determine Our earthly pace, and Thwart whatever images We might wish to mirror As we daily run and protect Our race Today wisdom expands Our minds mechanically And its tenets are often Machine computed But the knowledge it contains Doesn't always uplift Sometimes it's diluted And refuted |
| WORDS FROM F. JOHN SURELLS I've always felt that "The Same Tapes" is a very significant book. And though you may not believe this, the fact that it was "produced" by one of our own here - that is, those of us who now live near this city's river - is not my motivating or truthful reason for that opinion. |
| Chapter 2 JANE'S INITIAL ANALYSIS Written by Jane Doer Well, the task is completed! I've finished typing Joe's spoken words, needing, as you might expect, to employ the "rewind" of the tape deck time and time again, simply because I can't type as fast as Joe can speak! I corrected whatever errors I found in the verbal text. I wouldn't say there were an inordinate amount of them, but there were some; most were.... |
| The First 12 Chapter Titles of "The Same Tapes" 1. THE SAME MAN 2. JANE'S INITIAL ANALYSIS 3. INCIDENTS ON A DESERTED RURAL ROAD 4. IMPRESSIONS OF APRIL BEGINNING 5. OBSERVATIONS FROM JOE'S HOME 6. THE ROBBERY 7. THE TRIAL 8. PREPARING FOR JOURNEYS UNKNOWN 9. A RENAISSANCE LIBERATION: MEETING LEONARDO AND MONA LISA 10. WORDS FROM ORLON 11. A TRIBUTE TO LAURA: Joe's words of praise for his deceased first wife. 12. THE DEATH OF ABEL |
| A Poem Of Movement They all want answers and they all want to know how to live, or at least they should, so sometimes they look to people who are on the move, yes, those people and their creations are the people of movement And as Joseph once long ago had a coat of many colors, so do I, today have a poem of many topics |
| Intervention Call Unsatisfactorily is how screens and screenings are filtering violence today But the optimist applies a rose as he closes a page of tragedy And the pessimist said he had no answers concerning great acts of hatred or insanity And there were some commoners who wouldn't fight evil because they said it's become too common |
| S-P AND J By: F. John Surells Whenever I've sought conclusions, I've found that by immersing myself amidst all that's already occurred, I've been able to deduce what still should happen. And I've learned that self-pity and jealousy are the two greatest sins, and not because of any immediate effects they may cause, after all they're "inactive" transgressions, but rather because of the often tragic, and sometimes fatal activities they may eventually engender. |
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