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Wise Words with Bruce Wise

 

The Cellist Playing at the Bluegrass Festival
          for Erin O’Neill Armendarez
          by E. Caderius Blew

It was a fair, a party atmosphere, and aestival.
He was a cellist playing at the bluegrass festival.
The man before him on the platform played a blue guitar.
Somebody said aloud, “You do not play things as they are.”
He got a light applause. That audience was difficult.
The cellist stepped up to the platform with his instrument.
He played his solo to the crowd. He did his very best.
It wasn’t good enough. Ah, no. It did not meet their test.
He heard a couple people clap, pro forma, nothing more;
and when he packed his cello up, the rain began to pour.

 

E. Caderius Blew is a poet who is definitely out of the main stream of his cultural milieu, i. e., another typical Uh-merican.

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Jim Harrison Has Let Go of the Goose
          by Eb “Walrus” De Ice

He sits upon the edge, his wagging feet above th’ abyss,
the moon is in his lap; he gives it one, long, sloppy kiss.
This is his job, to study, from his bridge, the universe.
He has the sky, the sea, and now he reaches for the curse.
Jim Harrison has let go of the goose up rising fast,
his head back flat against the ground, wings beautiful flap past.
The faint, green streak of forest trees on Canada’s far shore
looms just above the stark horizon for him nevermore.
The dead man floats away upon the sea too big for him;
and any of us, anyway, so wide, and so long, Jim.

Eb “Walrus” De Ice is a poet of the North, influenced by writers, like Jack London and Robert Service, and lovers of the epic “Beowulf,” like J. R. R. Tolkien and Seamus Heaney. He likes searching for gold with fellow explorers, like Eric Albu, “Swede,” and Wes Caribu Deel. His favourite composers are Sibelius and Grieg, while his favourite song is “I Am the Walrus” by the Beatles.

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Joseph Conrad Square
          by Cal Wes Ubideer
          “We live as we dream—alone…”
          —Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

Some benches, bushes, grass, and trees, less than an acre’s size,
the Joseph Conrad Square’s dead-space in San Francisco lies,
triangular and hopeless, hardly anything at all,
a dismal spot, some drink and shoot up drugs, so dark and small.
It perfectly fits Conrad’s style, not breezy, bright, or clear,
uncomfortable, a negation of the known, yet near.
Peculiar, strange, impressionistic, stark, aloof, unfurled;
it’s odd to even find it anywhere within the World.
In the entire city there is nothing that appears
as empty and forgettable as Joseph Conrad Square.

 

Cal Wes Ubideer is a poet and literary critic of the West and of California in particular. Influenced by the longer lines of Robinson Jeffers and the hard poetic sensibilities of Greek tragedy, his favourite American literary critic is Michael Dana Gioia. In his youth, he was enraptured by California; and his favorite popular songs of that era included San Franciscan Nights, San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair), and California Dreamin’.

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Jing-Jin-Ji
          by Aw “Curbside” Lee
          “With our flesh and blood let us build a new Great Wall.”
          —Tian Han

The Chinese megalopolis they’re calling Jing-Jin-Ji,
in-spi-red by the Socialist dic-ta-tor Xi Jinping,
will be home to 130,000,000 people and
encase an area about the size of New-Eng-land.
Here Beijing-Hebei-Tianjin will be recipients
of a one-hour-long commuting circle’s common sense,
a network of high-speeding rails that criss-cross the space,
there traveling up past 200-mile-per-hour rates.
Along with Yangtze River Delta and One Belt, One Road,
the Jing-Jin-Ji free-trade-zone is a future trading node.

 

Aw “Curbside” Lee is a poet fond of Chinese construction in roads, rails, bridges, and buildings. He is dumbfounded that a Chinese development company built a 57-story tower in 19 days in Changsha, a city of 7,000,000.

 

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A Twist of JP Lime: March Rap Flashback

 

Your one true source for Hip Hop History is here, it’s the Rap Flashback! March is Women’s History Month so in this episode we shine a light on some of the female artists that have given so much to our beloved artform. We talk about Blacks’ Magic from Salt-N-Pepa and the importance of songs like “Expression” and “Let’s Talk about Sex”, analyze the Remy Ma vs. Nicki Minaj feud, and wish a Happy Hip Hop Birthday to, along with other March babies, the Queen herself, Dana Owens aka Queen Latifah.

 

For more takes on music, culture, politics and more, visit JP Lime Productions.

 

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Bamboozled No More! The #?!* Wall

 

First Trump wanted a wall to keep the Mexicans out.

Then he ranted about making the Mexican Government pay for the wall.

The Mexican Government responded “NO!”

So a warden of a Massachusetts prison offered Trump the prisoners to build the Wall.

Can a warden offer a prison’s prisoners to build the wall, no charge? How is this even possible since neither the prison or the warden own the prisoners?

Need I remind all that slave labor built the Great Pyramids, the Great Wall of China?

And as our fab former First Lady reminded us, slave labor built the US WHITE HOUSE.

Now private construction companies are bidding for the contracts to build the Wall.

This could be fun to watch.

Have you ever worked with contractors? Not all are bad…but. Well let me share a story…

When I was a kid, my parents hired a contractor, Mr Roberts. It was suppose to be a small job, at worst several months. In fact the guy stayed so long my brother and I referred to, him as Uncle Mike.

Need another frame of reference , think Boston.

Think BIG DIG!!!

The #*?#! Wall could be bigger and better than JAWS meets Invasion of The Body Snatchers” (any version).

I just hope we can afford the tickets!!!

 

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers… a lot. Her column now appears weekly at Oddball Magazine.

 

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The Underground Garden: Sessions Boston

 

The Men of SESSIONS BOSTON bring it back this Saturday night with their guest, DJ Cruzz, Co-Resident of Unity Boston!!

SESSIONS, hosted and rocked by residents Leo Alarcon and J Soultroniclove Dottin, goes down every first Saturday night of the month at Machine, 1256 Boylston Street, Boston!

SESSIONS promises “Classics, House Music, Dance Music, Afro House, Deep House, Soulful House and everything in between…!” and they surely deliver on their Word. This night is a guaranteed banger. Don’t hear about it, be about it!

Making this event an extra special gathering is the participation of Out of Many, 1, Kristin Chalmers’ project which uses “portrait photography to show that America is multi-genetic. 100% American. There is one American ‘Race’.”

Give SESSIONS Your Body to House To, Out of Many, 1 Your Face in Representation and Solidarity and Yourself an amazing Saturday night with Boston’s Underground House Family! All are Welcomed! Music is the Answer!

SESSIONS BOSTON with DJ Cruzz, Saturday, April 1st at MACHINE! 21+ (proper I.D. required), $5 before 11 p.m.; $10 after. Doors open at 10 p.m. No dress code. YOU DESERVE JOYS LIKE THIS!

 

 

Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.

 

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It’s All One Thing #177: How Society Works (or Not)

 

The gutters are always there just waiting
For black balls that rumble torqued by spin
Down the broad alley of daily intercourse
That so quickly disappears at vanishing point
Where it seems nothing ever, ever changes
But will stand proud pins forever and ever
Again just waiting for the hard thrown special
Technique to come curve ball careening pinball
Machine of flipper flipping bumper bouncing
Off the rails thunderbolt roller coaster plunging
We see them shaking at the apex as they sudden
Whole nation lunge into the abyss bouncing down
Through global system which turns out to more
Cracks than steps in the system’s fraying safety net
While all the roles we need to believe cover their
Nakedness with fake news and alternate facts
That threaten to call a Constitutional Convention
Right in the middle of just the last of a series
Of recurring, growing worse than the last crisis
Building on each other who turns out to be all
(Of us) not just a collection of individual craziness.

 

James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Van Looy leads the Labyrinth Creative Movement Workshop, which his Labyrinth titled poems are based on. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.

 

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Poem by Alex Encomienda

 

Magdalene

I dreamed the other night of a time long ago,
When the air sang of hymns and the Herald of spring,
Enigma adventures and the facets of Eden
Glared broader and beckoned the villagers home,
The lanterns of poor and humble folk shined
Brighter than beacons on every stone tower,
And dawn followed bellbirds sighing queer and coy,
For the King and his might came dressed for a feast,
Chrysalis of green turned gaudy and bold in
The rising of sunlight revering deeply to all,
I peered through the mire the look of childhood joy,
These hills can speak a passage by sight and by sound,
The bristles in yearning for someone like me while
The golden streams poured of credence and bloom,
No serpentine man would ever betoken,
Such dappled things in a wayward dream,
But years have passed and I have seen
Such mercy in these streets of Seville,
I dream of the King in conscious state,
I rue the dawn when I must awake.

 

Photography © Glenn Bowie

 

Alex R. Encomienda is a writer living in Arizona. He has taken several writing classes and has been taught by several authors and journalists. He is an author of poetry and fantasy short stories published online as well. He was an avid reader since he was a child and started writing since he was ten years old. Today Alex continues to write and read poetry as he ventures on his creative path.

Glenn Bowie is a published poet, lyricist and photographer from the Boston area. He also owns and operates an elevator company that supplies custom-built elevators for clients from New England to Hollywood. Author of two poetry and photograph collections (Under the Weight of Whispers and Into the Thorns and Honey) on Big Table Publishing, he donates all profits from his books to various charities for the homeless and local animal shelters. Glenn is also the official photographer for the Newton Writing and Publishing Center.