The speaker in the poem criticizes society through observation and astute awareness rather than overt condemnation. Salinas interweaves personal narrative with inventive imagery to achieve a sense of alienation and frustration with a culture that he is at once a part of and yet is also separate from. Despite the success of his first book, it would be ten years before the publication of his next book, Afternoon of the Unreal. Between these publications Salinas struggled with depression while continually improving his craft.
Though inspired by two vastly different poetic traditions, Salinas never lost his own voice in imitation; rather, he internalized both—the mystical, metaphysical, and surreal imagery of the poets writing in his native tongue, and the pensive, philosophical, and lyrical nature of the Romantics—and as his style matured, he became something of a combination, a self-proclaimed Latino English Romantic. The poems are thoughtfully selected, and represent Salinas not only at his very best, but at his most honest and profound as well. The scarcity of his work makes this new reader all the more important, not just to those interested in Chicano literary and cultural scholarship, but to the entire contemporary poetry community.
Dripping with creative energy as a young man, Salinas literally had poems falling out of his pockets. After his more political first book, Salinas turned ever more inward, writing about his own life and dreams but at the same time touching on universal themes ranging from solitude and loneliness in the world, to the joy and beauty that appears if one is only willing to look for it.
His poems urge the reader to stay positive and maintain hope despite the loneliness and disappointments in life that often seem to be unbearable burdens. Frequently at emotional odds with the world, Salinas finds a way to learn through his poetry, and to use it as a tool for survival. Poetry sustains him, and allows him to move through despair, and beyond it, entering a realm of praise, gratitude, and acceptance. The speaker hopes to find relief from a melancholia that has almost destroyed his sense of self. Though perhaps his loneliness appears awkward to himself, it is a loneliness we all share, the crippling solitude of an individual existence.
Filled with a sobering honesty about the duality of a contemplative life, of the pleasure and the solitude he struggled to reconcile, Salinas allows us to glimpse the world through his eyes. His body of work speaks to the struggle of Chicanos, of the working class, but even more to the struggles of any life, regardless of ethnicity or socio-economic status.
This, I think, is why his work is still so important to so many readers: though his shared experiences are not universal, his reactions to them are, and he helps readers to discover a love of life regardless of the tumult it inevitably plunges us into. Last year he attended the Djerassi Resident Artists Program. Jake is also the poetry editor for the Chicago Quarterly Review.
For some it is a setting of great mystery and adventure, for others it serves as a theme of inner peace and a rich connection with the very land they use as a backdrop. The influence of the unexplored and uncultivated shapes each writer differently, and the very definition of the term wilderness makes radical shifts from generation to generation. Jonah Raskin observes this word and successfully traces the influence it has as on the canonized writers of North America in his latest book A Terrible Beauty — The Wilderness of American Literature.
Before colonists revolted for independence, Europeans came to the continent of North America to explore a new wilderness to unsuccessfully attempt to cohabitate with the already prosperous native populous. While Native Americans had no formally written records of their own, European explorers documented their encounters, including vast details of the world they had been sent discover.
Some popular names that appear in the pre-colonial period include John Smith and William Bradford. Raskin reads these authors along with their European contemporaries including the infamous Daniel Defoe; to explore the power the wilderness had over the mind of the writers of the time. Many of these early documents have been stricken from the history books to preserve a more pristine image of the colonists.
Fortunately, Jonah Raskin uncovers these with ease and uses them to introduce his readers to the wonderful natural world as well as canonically accurate plateau to embark on the understanding of the American literary canon. Continuing on through the American Revolution, Jonah Raskin traces the instances of wilderness in both fictional and nonfictional writing of the emerging decades.
He contrasts early frontier writers such as Noah Webster and Washington Irving with the historical documentation of Lewis and Clark as they embark on their President-appointed quest of discovery. Jonah Raskin binds these narratives together while using contemporary theory to underscore and illuminate the various ways the open world of United States has influenced generations of writers.
To some, the open world is a territory of danger and fear due to the implicit savagery they see in it. To others, however, the open world is an unknown frontier, an adventure to be conquered and a resource to be cultivated for personal and political gain. Raskin keeps all opinions chronological and balanced, offering up a richness that is found within the outside world.
As the white colonists expand westward, and the decades progress through the Civil War and into the present day, so too do those who embrace and shy away from the vast wilderness of the North American continent continue to emerge. Jonah Raskin colorfully exemplifies the experimentation and development of the great literary minds throughout American history, linking Melville and Emerson as well as Hawthorne and Thoreu to the land, and pointing out the impressions they continue to leave on readers today. Raskin works in a way as poetic as Whitman and as eloquent as Fitzgerald as he pieces together the canon of American writers paired with their contemporary theorists and how the world of nature reflects in each highly regarded piece.
A Terrible Beauty exemplifies the evolution of prose and poetry as the timeline ticks forward. Raskin reminds his readers that the world around them has many wonders to offer, and that in spite of fear or in the face of adventure, the natural world is place of inspiration and eclectic development. From John Smith to Gary Snyder, Jonah Raskin collects an epic of America nature writers, and explicates the beauty of their enduring canon. From to he was the chair of the communication studies department at SSU, where he taught media law, reporting and media marketing.
He is now a professor emeritus. You can learn more about Jonah Raskin here. Adriana Erin Rivera taps into this coming-of-age conflict and reflects on the trials and tribulations of post-graduation life in her debut novel Swing Sets. This heart-felt tale of transitions from small-town New Jersey to life in the Big Apple intermingled with the hustle and bustle of transitioning from studies to a career path in marketing and design is sure to captivate readers from the opening paragraph.
Fortunately, Josefina is not restricted to her devices alone, and is joined by a colorful cast, which includes her loving and supportive, though infrequently pushy parents, and her best friend of the last four years, Bethany. This rich ensemble helps stabilize and propel Josefina forward as she exits the nest and prepares to take on the responsibilities of adulthood.
Josefina gets a little help embarking on this portion of her journey from the kind and consistently steadfast Malcolm. Swept up in excitement and lustrous opportunity, Josefina never fails to look back and remember the simplicity that comes along with being a forever-kid. Constantly mapping her way back to the swing-set-jungle-gym-apparatus, Josefina captivates all those who tail her adventures into adulthood, and successfully helps construct a map to a very special kind of Neverland for the children in all of us.
For all of those looking for a coming-of-age story that stands out amongst the rest, they need look no further than Swing Sets. Debut author Adriana Erin Rivera captures hearts and imaginations with a brush of confidence and narrative ease. From front to back, Swing Sets reminds readers that it is never too late to grow up, and that all the potential fears that come along with age also come with a grasping sense of responsibility and accomplishments.
Sprinkled with profound philosophies, Rivera has constructed a true-to-life adulthood emergence of a novel. Journalism has lead her to celebrity interviews and exclusive stories with major publications such as the NY Metro newspaper, Latina Magazine, Latina. You can learn more about Adriana here.
The walk of life is no simple stroll; rather it is a ballad that Elizabeth Rosner can strike all the chords to. In her latest collection, Gravity, Rosner recounts the life of her mother and father as they endure the horrors of the holocaust and reflects on growing up in their home. Each of these emotions is as tried and true as the history Rosner defines and illuminates with deeply personal anecdotes. While being an emotional rollercoaster of pain, perseverance, as well as dry and often very dark humor, Gravity is a collection that will resonate with readers for years to come.
Inheriting an unspeakable complex pain, Elizabeth Rosner instead composes a collection of poetry and prose poems ,. The collection itself is divided out into three sections that collect poetry and longer prose poems. The works within Gravity tell the story of Elizabeth Rosner growing up in Jewish home, as well as the story of her parents.
Both her mother and father endured the atrocities of the extermination camps during the holocaust and went on to lead a very a different life together in the United States. As a result, Rosner garners a seemingly unique perspective on the world and its historical accuracy , allowing her to color over the grayness with her poetic prowess. Gravity pulls at the heartstrings while boasting a song of identity.
This song resonates through mother, father, daughter and sister as Rosner binds the family together in a collection that speaks volumes between each line of each stanza. Furthermore, in a collection that is deeply personal, Elizabeth Rosner finds a language that is universal. Rosner also resurrects her mother as she delves into the complexities of tradition after the holocaust.
Overall, Gravity is a lavish collection that will go on to capture and pull at the hearts of each of its readers. Elizabeth Rosner is immensely talented, and refuses to hold back on the emotional rollercoaster of a family that is struck with tragedy after tragedy. Biagio Guerrera Catania, studied singing with Michiko Hirayama. He was one of the founders of the art collective Famiglia Sfuggita. In Mesogea published Dalle sponde del mare bianco, a book and cd in which he collaborated with the music group Dounia and Tunisian poet Moncef Ghachem, with whom he continues to collaborate within the project quelli che bruciano la frontiera.
His poetry has been published in literary journals and anthologies. In he published his most recent poetry collection, Cori niuru spacca cielu. Law graduated, post-graduated in Contemporary Portuguese Literature. He writes about literature, arts and music in several magazines and newspapers in Portugal. He has some work in visual arts.
Just recently he became vocalist of the pop group Governo www. Born in Gozo Malta , Pierre J. Nadia Mifsud was born in Malta in At 22, she moved to France where she completed her studies and started teaching English language and literature. She is involved in various programmes — both in France and Malta — that aim to encourage reading among children and adults alike. She is currently working on an artistic project with a Russian painter also based in France. Youssef Rakha Cairo, is a writer and photographer. From to date, he has worked as reporter, copy editor and cultural editor at Al-Ahram Weekly, the Cairo-based English-language newspaper.
He took a sabbatical year — to work as a features writer at Abu Dhabi-based daily The National. His reportage, travel writing, photography, fiction and poetry — written originally in both Arabic and English — have appeared in numerous publications in Cairo, Beirut, London, Berlin, Italy and the US, as well as online.
His poems are soon to appear in a book entitled Kull Amakinina. The book is an imaginative evocation of post Cairo and a secular meditation on the decline of Muslim civilisation; it draws on Ottoman history and the work of the great Cairene historians Ibn Iyas and Al Jabarti. Initial responses from literary figures like the novelist Ibrahim Farghali, the poet Iman Mersal and the publisher Ibrahim Muallim have been very positive. Hyam Yared was born in in Beirut, Lebanon. Her books have received several awards, one of which were the France-Liban price, and the Phoenix award for her latest book.
In an interview with Beirut39, Hyam Yared talked about the fact that she writes in French. I write in French with all the influences of Arabic in which I was born. She has lived in Great Britain since She is editorial director of Transcript the European Internet Review of Books and Writing, and editor of the international series of contemporary poetry anthologies New Voices from Europe and Beyond at Arc Publications. A translator of fiction, poetry, theatre plays and texts on modern art and architecture from English, Czech and Greek, she has translated over twenty-five works, including books by authors such as J.
Our motivation comes from capturing a freely expressed form in all of its rawness, a compassion for the commoner, struggling on his way, in his ways, embarking on a journey inside himself. Disenchanted by the moderns, PDM jump back and forth between traditional folk, punk-influenced numbers, melancholic ballads and drone-chants. Effie Azzopardi started studying music at an early age. His first important experience on stage was performing as part of the brass quartet called The Bond Horns, which together with other local bands performed on various occasions.
Effie has played the trumpet with different bands. He was involved in recordings and TV programmes and has also had the opportunity of performing in live concerts abroad. Jazz being his favourite type of music, he currently performs with jazz quartets at different jazz venues where he enjoys playing with his friends. Putting together their different musical background and styles, such as jazz, pop, rock and blues, the band hopes to give an original, enjoyable sound.
They shall be performing jazz standards and a couple of Maltese popular songs with jazz arrangements. This attracted many foreigners, some of whom died here and, of course, they were not all Roman Catholics. A large number were, in fact, Protestants from Britain and elsewhere in Europe, and smaller numbers of other Christian denominations, as well as Jews and Moslems, who could not be buried in Catholic cemeteries. For a time, most burials of Protestants from Britain took place, in a sporadic fashion outside the Valletta bastions overlooking Msida Creek until appropriate cemeteries had been established in the area.
This resulted in a conglomeration of beautiful burial grounds, alongside the already existing plague cemeteries. Unfortunately, of the Quarantine, Cholera and Greek Orthodox cemeteries, only evidence of the latter remains, and this with just a lone monument dedicated to Lady Catherine Hanley. Most of the others were cleared when the first Excelsior Hotel project began taking shape. The only surviving cemetery in the area is the Msida Bastion Cemetery. So far, some burials have been more or less definitively recorded, but the number must have been greater.
This cemetery was for the use of the British military, civil officials and members of the commercial community, together with their families. It was hit by a bomb in WWII, and largely abandoned for several years. Research into the history of the Msida Bastion Cemetery was first carried out by James Cannon and published, together with a detailed list of the burials, in The cemetery has now been restored by a team of dedicated volunteers from Din l-Art Helwa, who took up the work begun by Reginald Kirkpatrick.
The restoration project was awarded a Europa Nostra Silver Medal in Incidentally, one of the most illustrious burials at Msida Bastion was not that of a British citizen but of Mikiel Anton Vassalli , long considered the father of the Maltese language. Vassalli died in absolute poverty on 12 January aged His burial here was arranged by a number of British personalities, chief among whom was the Hon John Hookham Frere who met all the expenses.
Vassalli never made profession of being a protestant we would have him buried in a Catholic burial place. However, when we presented him, for reasons that Vassalli had never been legally married he could not marry regularly as he had taken minor orders he ought therefore to be put among the dishonest at the wayside without any ceremony. Formerly known as the Msida Bastion Cemetery, this served as a Protestant cemetery from It was restored over a period of ten years and was awarded the Silver Medal by Europa Nostra in A small museum was added in This was the main Protestant cemetery in Malta for about fifty years from The principal occupants are British servicemen, officials and businessmen and their families, some of whose ancestors still live in Malta today, as well as some Maltese.
The most famous Maltese buried here was Mikiel Anton Vassalli, known as the father of the Maltese language, who died on 12 Jan , aged about He was not on good terms with the local Catholic church and had translated the New Testament into Maltese against the wishes of the church. His wife was later also buried here in On the higher ground above the bastion stood the gallows used by the Order. During World War Two the Cemetery was hit by bombs and part of the bastion wall at the far end and some graves were damaged. The Cemetery was protected by a low wall until and much was vandalised and destroyed by wind and weather.
Vegetation covered the graves and split the stones apart. In Capt Charles Zammit in his report on this cemetery commented that the great majority of the inscriptions were damaged and indecipherable. In the Minister of Education, Dr Ugo Mifsud Bonnici declared that the site was to be restored and opened to the public as a garden. A high wall and gate were built and extensive work was carried out by volunteers from Din l-Art Helwa.
The original project leader, Mr R. Kirkpatrick died in and interest waned but in Dr Andy Welsh revived interest in the project and work proceeded steadily thereafter. The restoration was awarded the Silver Medal by Europa Nostra in Fiona Reynolds. Biagio Guerrera Catania, Studia canto con Michiko Hirayama.
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Give me Broadway, with the soldiers marching—give. Delicate Cluster. As the title promises, Liane offers anecdotal evidence as she develops each photo into a witty short story. His father was an Irishman who died in the military service in France; his mother, who might or might not have been his father's legal wife, died shortly afterward. Share this page: Email Print Other. Frolic on, crested and scallop-edg'd waves! Poetry of the last few decades in England has occupied itself mainly with archaic or purely ideal subjects, with specialist experiments in psychology and morbid anatomy, or the familiar stock material of fantasy and sentiment.
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