Thursday, December 24, 2009

holiday Goddess ( new poem)







holiday Goddess
by Tim Kavi

seeing the advent
of promise
I want to know you
celebrate you
adore you . goddess

in your love
I will write poems
novels and sonnets
just for you

in your love
I will hold your heart
sacred in view

in my words
and actions
always a hug
never a shrug!

bending
blending
sending
rending
proper obedience
to the goddess
that is You

words can be powerful
pictures of expression
quiet actions
a lasting confession
of love

Holiday Goddess
your birthing
brings a happy news
stars fade from views
in your proclaiming
of a celestial love
a renaming
of hope

brought from above

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Goddess in Motion Redux (New Poem Influenced by Past Poem)

Goddess in Motion Redux
by Tim Kavi

walking down
the wooded plain
country road

I wanted to run
to meet you
but was constrained

you were walking
towards me
I was watching you move
totally hypnotized

then I realized
Goddess in Motion
your swaying hips
meant I needed
no love potion

your singing smile
meant
I needed no musical note
to hold you in my sight
a beautiful vote

for Goddess in motion
you are my morning delight
when your dress moves
in the wind
it still covers
all of you

falls to the wooded floor
only with your permission
our sweet love
is my mission

Goddess in motion
you walk like a dance
of great skill
a fresh romance
of freedom's will

to turn to each other
in the birdsong filled
forest
our love is true

Goddess in motion
I need no love potion
to see
you are the sweetest
If love is ever to do
it must be with You

Goddess in motion
Nature holds you in sacred view!

Beyond Dreams (new poem)



Beyond Dreams
by Tim Kavi

shadows
in dancing fire
ethereal breeze
in night
hoots of owl
well lit moon
blinded his sight

she moved
among the shadows
he was looking
for her
resting after
a long search

goddess moved
closer
he breathed
evenly
but his heart
increased

she walked
into the meadow
her gown
was white
he saw her
sculpted body
under it

her face was
veiled
he sighed
but knew not
to call out

she came closely
her eyes darting
like Ma Durga
Yet they were Chinese

he cautiously
removed her veil
they kissed
like he had never
kissed
and loved
like he never
knew

in the dawning
mist she arose
and went out
he awoke
and spoke
and thought
that he had dreamed
the goddess

but when he
wandered around
the next bend
she was there

waiting for him

shining in the
brilliance
of an ordinary woman
yet he knew
this
was his goddess
on the faces
of women everywhere

and especially
on this one
his lovely love!

to the Ocean, She Sings (new poem)

to the ocean
when your song
of released passion
warmed the mountainous
nights

to the Universe
when your singing songs
reached the ears
of God
God heard
your pretty voice

to the Valley
where bones
came to life
at such utterance
that I knew
you were my wife

to the mountain
where many tried
to scale up
but failed
and were jailed
because they knew not
how to kiss you?

I was the lucky one
that ascended to your lips

with a song that climbs to your lips
dripping with love
and adoration
yet tasting like wine
I saw your Goddess laugh
and when the face
did shine
in the smile of you
I knew
many hugs were due

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Calling of You (New Poem)

CALLING OF YOU
by Tim Kavi

refreshing
eddying existence
some thought
a few
but there is
only ONE You

special otherness
calls me home
togetherness
to her heart
where our love
every day
has a fresh start

gently spoken
like rain
with love words
she washes
my soul again
I am no longer
broken

her love
her otherness
no one
else will do

for in her
heart
her face
her soul
there is
a Goddess
plainly in view

it is no wonder
I loved You
no wonder I
loved
every day
every moment
every breath

from birth
to death
was an anticipatory
breath
of YOU

oh my sweet love!
YOU
your Chinese eyes
sweet soft body
loving sighs

brought me
to appreciate
the unescapable
heart
arms
and
kisses
of You.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Old Love New Love song lyrics by Tim Kavi

Old Love New Love
song Lyrics by
Tim Kavi

eyes so ancient
and true
I knew the minute
I looked in them
I would always
LOVE YOU

you're the one
who sees my all
you're the one
heeds the sacred call
until I am
in your arms
I will succumb
to your charms

a love so true!
New and Old I love you

and give you my all

and when I gave you my all
baby you responded to the call

a love so true!
New and Old I love you

you took me so strong
you shook my world
so very long
that I will never let you go
YOu are mine
I am YOURS

a love so true!
New and Old I love you

and in your smile
is the shining
goddess divine

a love so true!
New and Old I love you

love so strong
love so strong
our hearts will sing this song

a love so true!
New and Old I love you

and when the morning
comes again
the song starts
right where it begins

with a love so deep and wide
that you know
we are always inside
of a love so true
a love so true

a love so true!
New and Old I love you

and in your smile
is the shining
goddess divine

a love so true!
New and Old I love you

love so strong
love so strong
our hearts will sing this song

a love so true!
New and Old I love you


Friday, October 9, 2009

Crosstime Lovers (New Poem)

Crosstime Lovers
by Tim Kavi

jagged lines
intersections
connections
across timelines.

one is young
then old
one is from here
another is there
shadowy designs.

in the twinkling
energies
of star dust
one is shiny
one is rust.

sparkling
nanodots
quantum lives.

entangled
one thinks apart
turning alone
finds them there
still in the heart.

where is the end?
where is the start?

separated
togetherness divined
yet forever joined
crosstime lovers

are always entwined.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Sunrises of Your Love (New Poem)

Sunrises of Your Love
by Tim Kavi

kissing your lips

I never noticed
the gentle passage of time

each moment
was like a century
and every breath
was a poet's rhyme

sweet memories of our love
held us there
transfixed

we were
the history makers
we were
the sweetest of all
love's partakers

so I hope you
will remember me
and what we had

how the happy
songs
dried your tears
and made mine flow
without
being sad

so I hope you
will come visit me
from time
to time

although you
are gone now
the newest dawnings

are always
met
with my
breathing

and are
the sunshine
on the rays
across the meadow
where
the grass
glistens
with your mist

and this simply
is

the eternal sunrises
of your love.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Destiny's Shrill Calling (New Poem)

"Destiny's Shrill Calling"
bt Tim Kavi

listen to
her song
woeful cries
she comes
from many lives
past

whether
in the cloudy forest
dark night
or in the hall
of images
her fine sight

I spied

will I find
my true love
among the many?
will I find
her love at last?

Sweet Destiny

know then
that in
your heart's cry
my love
I am coming
to redeem you

but need your
returned love
to manifest
the fully revealed

so until then
you hear me
from afar

hasten
draw near me
bright
star

your heat
and destiny's purpose
runs like
a hungry woman

no longer concealed.

Monday, August 31, 2009

To a sleeping goddess (New Poem)

"To a sleeping goddess"
by Tim Kavi

sweet whispers
of lullaby
from the sea

always bring rest
in the angel's sigh
when I look
I see you sleeping!

your wings
rest by your side
and your smile
shows me
that even in dreams
you dwell
in heavenly places

when awake
your words
are always kind
and even
in your sleeping
you show
compassionate mind

you are the beautiful
one
though your culture
teaches you to deny
still there
is a devotional cry

uttered from my lips
felt from my heart
a song
a song that will not die

so sweet
stardust
in the night
the kindness adorns you
like the sheets
around you
that births you
and keeps you
warm tonight

for in the warmth
then of each other
two souls
know
it is no wonder

that your smile
is brighter
than the starry night.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Love's Eternal Recluse (New Poem)


"Love's Eternal Recluse"
by Tim Kavi

when I removed Her Veil
the goddess
was sneering at me
and when she spoke

she snarled
instead of healing me
she pulled my wounds apart
laughed at my tears
and spat at my age

why had she stood still for this?
to torture me
and mock me?

She is the woman I hoped for
the one that eludes
the goddess I seek
she has left me
ten thousand times

she says
I just want to be a friend
but she throws no crumbs
when I am hungry
for her company
I find myself alone
and that is just one day

tomorrow in loneliness
and seeking
is another
You say I Think enough

but I seek Her face
as David sought God's face
I seek the goddess
yet she is hidden
in the rocks
behind the curtain
in the Holy of Holies

Her apparel is fine

but she is
as God always hides
from the unrighteous

I am ready to mend my ways
I will be faithful to only Her
but she does not hear my song
or my worship

or my turning back

she is strong
and loved by another
even as if herself
she does not see the pain
that is coming

she remains uncovered
and hidden
while she masturbates on her bed!

this is the Goddess who dances
seductively and then lies
that she was not!

The goddess I approach in love
and adoration
who says go away
this is the Goddess
I have been seeking

but she would not
so now I have given up

the weariness
of the journey is too much
for me

now it seems
I have become
love's eternal recluse.


note: all mystics and lovers understand this, the time that all we seek has seemed to be hidden from us.--T.K.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Artist John Stuart Berger by Tim Kavi (Article)

Blue Phobos by John Stuart Berger

Tim Kavi has had an online article published at:

http://soulfulpen.com/Imagine/?page_id=216

Title:  John Stuart Berger 
by Tim Kavi

Publication:  Imagine Magazine (Art Magazine); July 2009

This is an article on John Stuart Berger, an artist from the Sacramento California area.

Update:  The link above no longer works (as of 2013), so I have reproduced the article below in its entirety.  (I do retain authorial copyright).  Hope you enjoy it! ~~TK


John Stuart Berger
By Tim Kavi

Sacramento artist John Stuart Berger has no problem taking his inspiration from a plethora of creatures that fly, swim, or crawl, as he puts it.  Berger, who as a youngster caught the creatures and played in the woods near the house where he grew up started drawing them at an early age.     Far from being a budding entomologist or aspiring bird lover like other kids interested in creepy crawlies or feathered friends, Berger grew up to become an artist with a delightful and creative yen for the creatures that he observed and  studied. 

By growing up in the rural area of Danville, Berger had plenty of opportunities to reflect on the creatures as he played near the creek, and studied Audubon-like Field Guides for inspiration.  This inspiration has led him to draw and sketch the creatures, and after developing a basic drawing, he would play with them, exaggerating their features, or changing their characteristics. (This was on paper and not as a genetic engineer).   Although the result of this process seems at times to take on an animated quality, or a cartoon quality, Berger says that the Field Handbooks and old Biology textbooks have been more of an influence on his style, than the slight exposure he had to comic books as a kid.  Berger has called this process of drawing additional features as ‘mutating’ them.   Once this happens, Berger took his creative process a step further, where he found that his art could not only mutate the creatures but morph them into different colors and new kinds of emotional lives.

By deconstructing and reshaping them as newly morphed beings that delight young and old, fascinate the curious, and overall, brings great interest among onlookers, Berger has given us alternative creatures that inspire and fascinate us and reminds us that the forces of Natural Selection could have come up with something entirely different if they only had the shaping skills that Berger has.

Berger's artistic vision certainly depicts the new creatures in a manner that adds emotional life, color, and plenty of room for mutated identities in interesting habitats that delights the imagination.  If only evolution were concerned with aesthetics and meaning rather that bare survival.  How much more interesting creatures could be, and Berger’s work certainly reminds us of that.  Gone are the dull blacks, and grays, and other shades that Natural Selection has selected for in the past, and added are much brighter colors that would surely make such creatures much more interesting in the natural world amongst landscapes of colorful habitat.  One wonders how they might avoid predators, but perhaps in their new worlds they are avoiding them.  Or at least, in Berger’s scheme, the new creatures have not gone unprotected, for they have acquired teeth and a bite that their ancestors might never have dreamed of!

Painting in a style that some might call pop surrealistic, and others have certainly seen as surrealism, Berger’s work has been featured at a number of shows as an up and coming artist.  Berger has done his work mostly in acrylics, but has done interesting work in ceramics, and some of his other paintings feature shapes and human figures rather than the creatures morphed and mutated from his youth.  John Stuart Berger is certainly an interesting talent, well worth the attention he gets, and even more so, his original and innovative work should be considered an interesting object of acquisition among serious art collectors.  

Artist: John Stuart Berger

http://www.johnstuartberger.com/
http://www.johnstuartberger.com/about/

About the author:  Tim Kavi is a poet from Portland, Oregon. Kavi’s first collection will be published shortly by Tilu Press.  “Emerging Goddess” is a collection of poetry that many see as love poems, others see as poetry that worships the sacred goddess in her many forms, and others say describes a longing for connection and dialogue with strong existential themes.  You can see some of his poetry at: http://www.timkavi.blogspot.com .



Thursday, August 20, 2009

Love Among the Ruins (New Poem)

















Love Among the Ruins
by Tim Kavi

Oh Goddess

your ancient
images
lie among the ruins
many miles
from here

Hai goddess

some thought you were
shattered


your lingering
presentness
makes
your conspicuous
absence increased
by the eternal
tears

Hai goddess

others thought in love
you were tattered

your resonant songs
were still sung
in children's rhymes
and beautiful
portraits
that their mothers hung

Hai goddess

they and I sought you
like You mattered

until
one breathes
and it is
already a decade
or two
amongst memory
who cares how many years

For You live
and live
and live

and will never die

still there
in the ruins
clothed priests
of the newer traditions

thought there
is only gatherings
between your wooings

but
Hai goddess

soon you sleep no more
arise from
the ashes of slumber
I rebuild your statues

but they look
like a real woman

in the moonlight

as we love
among the ruins.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Down From the Mountain (New Poem)

"Down From the Mountain"
by Tim Kavi

coming down from the mountain
I stumbled to keep up
with the goddess
in her flowing robes
and ways of walking
in the air

Her divinity
there was no reaching to
and in the temple
she was the Holy One
who walked through walls

laughing in sweet joy
telling me to keep up with her
then by the Altar of Incense
she taught me her scerets

and only then
could she love me there

I said:

inspired by your love
your loving eyes
will always make me
sing and
lie next to your heart

your smile is
like the mountains
eternal and strong

She said:

you were all I needed
through all this time
I will be thankful
for you everyday

I said:

I who could not breath
one time long ago
now breathes fresh air
like the snow
that melts
and merges
with the seas

while our love
flows to the seas
your river
carries it
from our bed
by the altar

to the ocean
when your song
of released passion
warmed the mountainous
nights

I am held there
always
in your great arms
resting until
tomorrow

when I am well
alive and will see

when we will
run with the horses

in the land
where all sentient beings
long to be

in the bountiful land
of the truly free!

Flowing milk and honey
amongst the cedar trees
I walked with you across
the grassy meadow

into the plains
into the valleys

and found You
knew You
loved You
in a sweet discovery
that You are everywhere.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Moonlight Sunyata (New Poem with Poet's Comment)

Moonlight Sunyata
by Tim Kavi

On the verge
Nothingness
did shine and emerge
in the wings
of your love

until Being
brought to the brink
existence
did burn and whither
seeking a drink
in the desert of being

there was happiness
a memory
singing to each other
kissing
under the stars
in the moonlight

in a lonely universe
I've forgotten it
in the bliss
of enlightenment

until shining
in a present wakefulness
we walked into
the meadows
of who we were

saw the sight
in each other
burning in the light
of night

until dancing
with each other
our love was made
full and complete
fashioned in dust
fully we meet

there was no more
yearning
for we saw
ourselves
impermanent in the happy void.

Poet's Note: This poem captures the fine line between Being and Nothingness. It is about loving in the Present moment while encountering ourselves as impermanent and Void. Note the use of the Buddhist term 'Sunyata' the concept and often perplexing issue of the Buddhist doctrine of impermanence. Itself a step towards enlightenment and aptly explained by the Buddhist sage Nagarjuna. Note also in Stanza two, the overall concept of Being (with a captal B), is encountered in the temporal world of our own being (uncapitalized b). The title of this poem is a tongue in cheek play of words on the Beethoven piece 'Moonlight Sonata' a nice bit of music for our celestial couple to dance under the moonlight and spell of their joint existence!--T.K.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Goddess of the Lake (Poem)




Goddess of the Lake
by Tim Kavi

riding across
the plains
responding
to the urgent
call

Urgent
she is calling me
calling me
with her feminine
voice

across
snow capped mountains
in the high
and holy place

no one explains
to me anything

is it in
the eagle's crying?
or angel's wings
that her love
is flying?

I need her help
for I cannot bear
but called to her
in that sacred prayer

I am lifted up
to join her there

onward
I ride
through the
moonlit night
across the
valleys of her bed

she is waiting
dressed only
in her love
in the place
where mountains bled

there is no more
crying
only our love
guides us
and rescues us
from dying

and in that
redemption
even at

Mount Kailash
and
Lake Manosaravar

52 kilometers
and three days
and nights
in the belly
of that place
we are not very far

For I am filled
with your love

then
I am waiting
and seeking
your face

in the tent
in your arms
veiled one

I see you are the Lake
sweet Parvati

where Milarepa
Noro Bon-Chung
fought
You were
the watching
one

Sipaimen

I circled around you
there

in the mountain
I am redeemed by you
and in the lake
You stand and
sit
and care
for me

for You are the
goddess of the lake.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

The Pretty One (Poem with Poet's Comment)

The Pretty One
by Tim Kavi


smiling
her heart
beamed
from the realm
of souls

she knew
hard times
many have
but the road
she journeyed on
was more than
narrow

it was a precipice
where she had
been dangling
hanging on
for dear life

her happiest
moments were
always
moments away
from strife

but her love
knew no limits
and her songs
were always
full of meaning

when she sang
people listened
when she kissed
it was with her
whole heart

her flowers
pets and kids
were around her

but
life was momentary
to be redeemed
minute by minute

and lucky I was
to have known her love
even for a second

for in her
suffering
she gave to everyone
and was the most
kind

woman

yes she was
the prettiest
one

the greatest
benefactor
bodhisattva
to the lost
and suffering

Yes
she was
the pretty one.

Poet's comment: Yes this poem is an amalgam; however, it is mostly about a specific woman I once dated while I was a grad student in college. She was also a grad student, but in music. She had been classically trained in Europe, and was an outstanding musician. She was wonderful. Before I met her, she had a hard life. She had tried to commit suicide by jumping off a freeway overpass. She lived through that and had to undergo a number of surgeries after that in the early 1980s. During the surgeries she required blood transfusions. It was just during the discovery of AIDS. She acquired AIDS through one of the transfusions. It was truly tragic. Later the illness took her life.--T.K.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Fresh Ceiling Paint (Poem with Brief Poet Comment)


Fresh Ceiling Paint by Tim Kavi

Each day's hues
danced in the flickering
candle light
as the lover
of his creation
fell asleep in the
gathering night

intricate eyes
for detail
had guided
artistic hands
in complex
patterns of reaching
across clouded skies

perfected in
the craft
of a master
with a facial grin

until the beauty
was seen
through the windows
a peaceful sheen

calling to ascend
the lonesome artist
painted through
winter's wind.

Brief Poet Comment: This poem is about perseverance in the artistic process. As I was writing it I visualized Michelangelo working on the ceiling at the Sistine chapel. The backbreaking work (literally lying flat on scaffolding), the dogged determination, the sacred art, left for the world to enjoy many years hence. Hence, it is : 'Fresh Ceiling Paint'.--T.K

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Kisses and Hugs (New Poem)

Kisses and Hugs
by Tim Kavi

my kisses
are not
so freely given
just to you
my dear sweet friend

they are like whispers
in windy visits
to your window

in the moonlit night
carried beyond the wind
happy feet like children
smile and laugh
and run to your door

you answer
and my hugs greet you
kisses and hugs
light the once
darkened night

and there is hope
love
and the telling of tales
as the children
of our love
have all gone to bed.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Cat Woman (Poem)

Cat Woman
by Tim Kavi

you wear love
like a fancy hat
purring in the warm sun
like a grinning cat

I stroke your fine sheen
while you stretch
and love me with eyes
that gleam

and when I awoke
I saw your catlike ways
carried in the candle's smoke
your meows spoke

they're still all there
even though
your catness
was in my dream !

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Letter from a Fan and Friend: 6/17/2009


Dear readers:

Occasionally I'll repost fan comments here, and I've reprinted the poem (drafted for the lovely couple) after their letter. I salute them on their First Anniversary and wonder where this Year went to !!

Hi Tim :O)
Today Is Our First Anniversary,
And As We Celebrate It In the Distance
We Read Once More The Poem You Write For Us
And We Want To Say Thank You Again
For "At The Moroccan Wedding",
For Sharing so many beautiful love poems,
And most of all for your Friendship.
Much Love & Blessings,
Judy & Abderrahim

At a Moroccan Wedding
by Tim Kavi

happy couples
inspire us all
to seize love
face love
in it be tall
and when moments
like this
reward that search
we know
we have loved
powerfully
strongly
and made history

so made brave
by our love
we confidently
face life

together as
husband and wife !

Friday, June 19, 2009

Forwards and Backwards (New Poem)

Forwards and Backwards
by Tim Kavi

backwards
juxtaposition
you leaned against me
in all of time
and space

in you
your history's
dialectics
progressed with
all grace

until beholding
you
I was the strong
one then
as your destiny
blew you
in the wind

until setting
the bonds free
I was the song

after some
setting sun
today
forwards
you sung it
to me

and we
enjoyed our love
again

for across
time it is here
there
and where
we have ever when

forwards
and backwards
backwards
and forwards
in singing
and laughing
and guiding
each other

it is where
our love has
always been.

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In Your Love (New Poem)

"In Your Love"
by Tim Kavi

there is a mighty grace
redemption for a fallen
beaten down man
that fell on his face

in your love

there is a kind word
sweet kiss
and cupcakes too
listener who always heard

in your love

there is a road
a lane
a path to
forgiveness
that leads to your
heart
coaxing goad

in your love

there is a light
that never goes out
there is a blindness
that receives sight

in your love

there is a sweet caress
there is a lasting smile
goddess in a dress

in your love

there is a place
a Universe
an ocean
an oasis
in your undying grace

in your love

in your love
are all the pontifications
sayings singings
chantings
prophetic words
bells ringings

from all the poets
in your love

in your love
is the glorious uprisings
pleasant kindnesses
in bed surprisings
of the unveiled
goddesses

from all the singers
in your love

in your love
are all the colors
landscapes
fruited bowls
and grapes

from all the painters
in your love

in your love
is everyone's best and everything
that is pleasant and good
that you eat daily
and know you should

from all the cooks
in your love

You outshine them all
everything and everyone
great and good
in your love

this lucky love
of yours is made glad
and happy

every day

in your love.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Without You (New Poem)

without you
by tim kavi


midnight
of love song's
vanished
moonlight

a certain death
stood
on the stairwell
in the mist
hoping for destiny's kiss

death was troubled
and waiting

while we
were seeking
earnestly
the new morning
of promise

then
when

I awoke
I realized
it was a dream
illusion
Maya

for you were there
with me
all the time

your voice spoke
I love you

and we laughed
and laughed
captivity's dream
in the land of Zion

was forgotten
in the newness of
Our reborn love.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Not Even the Coming of Sleep (New Poem with Brief Poet Comment)

"Not Even the Coming of Sleep"
by Tim Kavi

gentle birdsong
in the coming of night
fades in the coming
of my love
hushed silence
in your beauty

this angel took flight
to inform all
of Nature
in her love

She is precious
and true
real as my own soul
adores her
in love's might
Her sweet wings
outstretched
guides us to the light


and with her kiss
not even death
lays me asleep
for in her celestial
love
my soul does
safely keep

wherever
these words
be told
the song never broken
for no truer
words are spoken

I love you
forever true
that even when I
in fondness bid
adieu

there is always
Only You.

Brief Poet Comment: This poem is about love and death, and love transcending death.--T.K.

Monday, May 25, 2009

New Poem: My Love

My love
by Tim Kavi

dancing love
amongst the flowers
heaven scent
no earthly powers

can deny
my seeking after
you

OH my love!

I will swim
the widest ocean
climb the tallest
mountains
fight through
armies

just to see
you from afar

MY love!

your appearance
is so
delightful
many gape and stare

My love!

to see you
move
in the dress
with shoulders
so bare

you move
majestic and true
across the ages
the Gods
the sages
all saw You

golden skin
curls that flew
across the
Universe

there was You
in the marbled halls
sacred fragrances
evening chants
eternal romances

MY love!

there was you
in the cave
there was you
out in the open
in the wilderness
lifted up

to lead a people
across
the unwatered place

they burned and scorched

while you let me
drink of You
in the desert oasis
at night
I saw your secret places

My love!

it is no wonder
that I flew
when I heard it
was You
calling me
leading me

always
eternally
back to You.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

presence (New Poem)

presence
by Tim Kavi

dancing beings
find each other
across many
lifetimes again
and again

why do they
find each other
sharpen each other
recoqnize each other
at such a time as then?

some flee again
as in great flight
some struggle
potential clashes
in a great fight

others turn softly
yet in might
urgency

heart to heart
there is a turning
a yearning
to know all
about the One

that you see
for the first time
there is a calling
to know

a setting sun
in the glance
of smiles
as the night
of mystery is begun

revealing
each other
taught by experience
what this life
might be

but when
the seeking ones
find each other
there is a shining oneness

that lights
the unconscious
night
shadows play
until real is seen

and at last
in dialogical meeting
a You is glimpsed


a Holy Presence
You are the
chrysalis emerged

in the glistening
mutual love
of You and me.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Redemptive Love (Poem) with Afterword and Predecessor poem.

redemptive love
by Tim Kavi

when I walked the dusty
roads in the back roads
of time
and faraway lands

I went there looking
for you
but you were not seen
O goddess

when I was hungering
for you
the woods and the hills
echoed with your
love

calling me
You were calling me
but you were not yet found

in that hallowed ground

there was wind
called thundering love
that led to lust

there was the sprinkling
of gardens
that collapsed
and turned to dust

and then there was YOU
in the clearing just
ahead

I saw you

it was YOU
and your redemptive love.

Afterword:
this poem is about the search for love. In the purest sense love is redemptive in this poem because the implications are that the narrator in the poem is lost without it, was searching for it, and now, it has been found (again). It is redemptive in every sense, and yes a redemptive love is possible! Redemption means or implies a finding or bringing back, a refinding, or repurchasing value in something. In this poem the narrator was lost without it and finds it again. In this poem the narrator also finds a definite person--a YOU--that could be a physical person or a Divine figure. The first stanza is also a definite reference to an earlier poem I write. That earlier poem was written at a time in a faraway city where I personally had lost a love and was very lonely, yet this poem reveals the narrator is not alone anymore and indeed feels love's redemptive qualities...(the earlier predecessor poem is reprinted below)--T.K.

Long Highways
by Tim Kavi

long highways
bending
in the distance
disappear
from sight

these are
the moments
of my life
in the
approaching
white light

candles
flicker and die
the room
is dark
where I
dream still

soft thoughts
of a sweet
knowing
life's lessons
triumphant
in the face
of lovebeams will

lead me to the next life.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

The Fact of Separateness: Dialogue with a Student (Philosophical Essay)

The Fact of Separateness: Dialogue with a Student (Philosophical Essay)
by Tim Kavi

Foreword: I have had a number of students in China or elsewhere that sometimes ask me questions. The following is one such discussion. Some of these are students I have had in an educational setting, some are questions from persons who view me as a 'teacher' for other reasons. Of course, I am honored by their respect, and must remember the seriousness of it; but most of all I want to be remembered for simply being ' a person'. There is much more potential for relating between person and person.--T.K.

Beginning the Dialogue: The Fact of Separateness

(Upon recognizing that One is apart from another).

Do not let the facts of separateness disappoint you. This is the distancing effect of the counterpoint of relation. I say to you it is not the quantity of dialogue and togetherness that always is the most significant--it is rather, the quality. When we speak it is to one another, when we are together it is You I encounter. When you happen to me and I you there is always the possibility of sweet fulfillment of meeting. This is especially true if you are always in your precious otherness--bringing your heart of dialogue where you voice your views that although different from mine, even oppositional from mine, we still care for each one in that moment of encounter!

You are always I and Thou to me in that graceful appearance of meeting. Meeting always appears by grace and not by forced will. When we do happen to each other it is always a complete moment yet a juxtaposition of the future hope foreshadowed in that dialectical moment and seasoned with the promise of dialogue!

The Dialogue Continues: A Response to the Statement of 'The Fact of Separateness':

(My answers to direct questions are in italics here)--T.K.

When I wrote this entry on separateness (reprinted above).. a student replied with these questions...

you ask: > Why did you use "moment" again and again? for me, you only seek "moment"? i don't understand.

I answer: > This is a good question, in what I wrote I used "moment" quite a bit. Yes, because I am a cognitive constructivist in part--I believe that human beings create their realities each moment out of what they think and perceive in the moment. Yes they bring their personalities, their pasts, and their futures to those moments. IN a sense, I do believe the most important reality we have is the one we are experiencing right NOW. (I am walking a pointed line here--because I do always value history, culture, and art--all reflections of things that capture past moments in the NOW of the past--but when we view them and interact with them they are even in the NOW--where the past impinges upon the NOW in those cases). SO when I say we encounter each other or have dialogue in the moment I am NOT saying we live only for moments or only have each other a moment--but that we actually affect each other in the only moment of time we experience that is the most real--the moment of the eternally present THOU, the present moment. Far from being a bad thing this is a good thing. Whn I adress someone in dialogue with the you, I want to be only in the real with you, only in the moment-- as that is where reality changes and encounters history. The past is past, the future is a dream or goal where potential unfolds, the present is where we love , see each other, and meet each other---therefore I use "moment".

you asked: > Why did you think "not forced"? , i don't understand.

I answer:> Now this question is also good. I mean the response we have to any other person can be a totally free choice of response . We have the freedom to choose how we will respond in the dialogue with that person. It is never forced because we have free will and freedom of choice!

you wrote: >Why are we "nothing more than..."? i don't understand.

I answer:>
Yes, this is a very philosophical point. Are we ever really "nothing more than.." ? Human beings are much more complex than simple or certain things that we refer to-- but in a bare moment of relating where we happen to each other--are we not nothing more than the total experience of each one of us happening to the other? This is a philosophical point of essentialism in a bare moment of existence! I believe that when human beings dialogically relate they are a sum experience of their joint mingling of each other--I affect you and you affect me--we are both changed--and therefore we are in a sense, nothing more than that really! (hehehhee at that moment).

You ask: > You think "we still care for each one in that moment of encounter", but i think i "always" care for my friends no matter what!?

I answer: > Yes, but even if a moment of encounter is marked by disagreement, (and I used the word 'THAT' moment to signify such a moment) where we are in disagreement --can that be caring? Yes I think so! SO that is what I meant. Yes, the answer to this is similar to what I write just below this. Yes, we can even care for one another if we wrestle with each other's potential even in opposition. By opposition I mean your difference challenges my "different from you" view--it stretches me to see the world differently if I will allow it. My world is richer because of the "you" then--so even if at the moment of opposition where it seems the most threatening to our peacful agreement--even that can be a moment of caring because we share the joint repsonsibility to address and learn from each other in dialogue.

you asked: > Why do you think me"you still appreciate me"? you should know i always appreciate you, i don't understand.

I answer: > Yes, I understand that you (personally) always appreciate me as a teacher, and I should know this, but here Western and Eastern ideas may clash. The Western person is not sure if another person always appreciates them if they say something in dialogue that makes the other person unhappy, sad, or mad! heheheh At those moments I can understand that maybe the other person wouldn't appreciate me! But it seems that wonderful friends still can--and that is what I meant really--so, it is a complement to say that those in an I and Thou encounter can "still appreciate" each other even if their views have just opposed each other! That is the wonderful beauty of dialogue and the ultimate challenge and responsibility of it, I think, -- can we still appreciate the other even if they said something that we found stressful, different from us, or even oppositional? So if the friends can do this, and even if the enemies ever could--we are talking about significant powers of social collective binding! Obviously I know that friends are not my enemies, but even my friends are uniquely different and their ideas may oppose mine at times! We are indeed talking about mind in the world!

Afterword:
Collectively, these ideas represent a few thoughts on the relationship established by and impacted by the facts of dialogue and the aspects and dual nature of that relationship; namely, those of closeness and distance.--T.K.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Dialogue (Recent Poem)

"Dialogue"
by Tim Kavi

flexible bending
matter
stretching
across
the birthing
membranes of time

there is
a certain saying
that establishes
identities
for a moment

a view
a position is
stated
in living
morphing
dialogue

bending reality
to a new
place
strikes the pose
anew

I beheld You

hearing what is said
spoken
in movements
that bled

your deepest
sorrows red
yet will
bring tomorrow's
joys
birthed in love
no longer dead

ideas
live in the meeting
of two
until
there is a certain
greeting

in the breath
of what

I and Thou
said.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Under the Sheet ( New Poem with Poet comments)

"Under the Sheet"
by Tim Kavi

self chiseled
in granite
her form
was so beautiful
that the artist wept with
relief at the fashioned
creation
of doting love
and appreciation

for she had
formed herself
at least in part

where she met
the tools of his
art

the expressions
of his artful
dialogue
and the love
from his co-creative
heart

she always
was formed
outside of this

yet today
they met in the
sculptured expression
of their joint love

and when he threw back
the sheet
there she was

and he loved her more
than ever before.

comments:
this was just published on my Myspace blog . There is a double meaning in this poem, but it is another revelation poem, revelatory in the sacred and other sense--a revealing of love such as in artistic creation. However the materials always pre-exist and the shaping is done--this is a co-creative process. The She in this poem does not depend upon the He in this poem to exist--it is carefully shown that she already exists and has formed herself. This is really a mutual process this creation. She doesnt just guide his hands as the only scupturer--but She shows him how and where to chisel the stone as well. She actively chisels with him together. They chisel each other. In this manifestation, it is her goddess form that is revealed (told from the male narrator's perspective). As it is Her form that is ultimately revealed in their joint creative act of the birth of their love and the moment of revelation and consummation--She rightfully belongs to the artful expression of highest beauty--the woman who is loved as a goddess..--T.K.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Tim Kavi Does Online Poetry Reading

I had the distinct pleasure of being a guest on Kurt Weller's Plaza of the Mind Idealogue Show on Blog Talk Radio on 5-4-2009. Kurt Weller is an amazing host who fulfills the role of an avant garde think tank ! The recording of the show is available anytime by loading the following link in your browser: www.blogtalkradio.com/Plaza-of-the-Mind/2009/05/05/The-Plaza-of-the-Mind-Idealogue-Series-Ep-1001


If you go to this link it should automatically start the program just after you load the page I don't read poetry until about an hour into the show--and after a brief break at the 58 minute mark. Listening to the entire show is well worth it! You can visit the page anytime and the show will load and play automatically without you having to click on anything. Enjoy! --T.K

Monday, May 4, 2009

Tim Kavi is on BlogTalk Radio

Tonight at 8 PM PST (Monday 5-4-2009) Tim Kavi will be the guest on a Blogtalk show.

You can listen to the show live or download the show as a download after the live performance as it was recorded.

CLICK THIS LINK
The link is here: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/Plaza-of-the-Mind/2009/05/05/The-Plaza-of-the-Mind-Idealogue-Series-Ep-1001

Tim Kavi will be the guest on the Plaza of the Mind BlogTalk Radio show.

Monday 5/4/2009 LIVE at 8 PM PST

Show will be available for download afterwards.

POETRY READINGS, PHILOSOPHY, DISCUSSION

Other guest is Lee J. Keller (Tim's SF Writing Name) :-)

Sunday, April 26, 2009

My Chinese Publisher...

My Chinese publisher asked me to make the following corrections. I didn't know that they were even reading this blog (where I made an earlier posting), and this also proves to me that Editors are like omnipresent ghosts--just when you think they are on the horizon you realize they are back with a haunting presence...heheheheh. Also, they reminded me that the book may be available in the US in the future.

Tim Kavi announces his latest publication, the Introduction included in the following book: 英汉语言文化对比[阅读教程] Jilin University Press (2008)(吉林大学出版社) 主编:刘桂兰 978-7-5601-3733-9 (ISBN) The book, 英汉语言文化对比—Comparative Readings of English and Chinese (roughly translated as "Comparison and Contrast between English and Chinese Language and Culture") has been published in China as a University textbook.。。。。。。
---T.K.

Friday, April 24, 2009

A Reader Asks About Correct Interpretation? A note about Obscurity in My Work.

A reader and fellow poet asked me recently if they had correctly interpreted my poem?

My partially edited reply (minus the personal exchanges) is here:

I understand what you are saying about interpretations, and the importance of them. However, I am such a cognitive constructivist, that I never mean in any way to lead someone's understanding. OK! Maybe sometimes I choose some things pretty symbolic in my work--but I never mean to be too leading and would rather be somewhat obscure. This is why my work moves between images of the sacred goddess in both religious symbols and in references to the everyday lives and hearts of all women. Sometimes one does not know which I am referring to in my work which is also the point--the power of the goddess is in both places as it morphs back and forth like a Gestalt! I understand though that a novelist and even a poet can hopefully communicate things clearly enough so that a common point is understood. So, it is the writer's duty to not be too obscure. I think though that in many of my poems about the goddess motif I am obscure at times and that is precisely the point. Discovering the goddess or any form of spirituality often requires revelation followed by relationship. (You can bet I am speaking about revelation when I talk about veils, curtains, or seeing each other).

So what is important to me is what you read in the poem. That becomes the most important to me for my readers. IT is the most paramount and cogent meaning, and I am the happiest, when readers simply read it as a joint part of their experience and what it means to them. In that regard, I think and hope that I would rarely if ever say that one interpretation is more correct than any other. The most important is how the reader interacts wit h it and what it means to them.

However if I cite locations in any of my work. They may provide contextual clues to meaning.

I know some might think that this primacy of the reader intrepretation is a cop out. It gets me off the hook, or I never have to offend anyone then? No, I instead respect a person's subjective experience, that unless some harm were to befall them, I feel I have no right and it is a sacred duty for me not to impose any interpretation on them, as they have already devised the most correct one the moment when they first read the work and co-mingled with it in a real way. That is the most any artist can hope for and that is the 'correct' interpretation.--T.K.

Afterthought: Well I am sure my views on this would or will be tested in the unfortunate circumstance where a reader's subjective intrepretation was so negative and critical that serious misunderstandings to other readers could result if the perspective were stated publically and was not challenged by the artist creator. Anyone knows in media studies that a misspoken critic's interpretation can color the public's reaction so badly that any original point of the work is totally lost. I admit in that context, that the artist might have the duty to say, that is not what this work intended at all. In most interpretations of my work I would never state such unless a view was way off the mark, and I think that most readers are not such critics after all. --T.K.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Near the Rhododendron (Poem with Poet's Comments)














Near the Rhododendron
by Tim Kavi

when in
the silent branches
of beautiful
rhododendron
the sun rose

morning dew
drops
clung to
your branches

Nature's
smile
was at
your morning
beauty

Yet the branches
supported
the beautiful
flowers

Nature had
prepared
you
for a wonder
of unveiling

planted firmly
in the soul
your roots
dug deep

living
and breathing
creeping
and revealing

You were
as pretty
as She

lying there
on the blanket
in the Golden
Sun

Nature clung  
to You, Goddess
the best
planting

ever seen.

Poet's comments:
This is another devotional poem on my recurrent theme of the Goddess (woman, femininity) in Nature. Here, we are once again reminded that as much as Nature takes care of a beautiful flowering plant, supports it, and it thrives in great beauty, so it is with eternal woman. In the end She is the best planting, more beautiful, and embraced by and clung to by Nature itself. I often use definitive terms in my poetry through the use of capitalization, for example whenever I capitalize 'You' I am referring to an encounter with an otherness, that is so special, so unique, it is an address and response to a particular person, wherever that Goddess nature is so revealed. It is the You of You and Me or I and Thou once again. It is the You encountered in dialogue and full revealing at the moment of encounter. This is the moment of revelation, a perception of the dawning of the day, a day where the sun shines and lights up the beautiful rhododendron, but as powerfully, a day of a woman's revealing.--T.K.


Addendum:  This poem, which is one of my most popular poems by blog visits, has been included in my collection, Ascending Goddess which means you can own it for your very own Kindle edition by clicking here ! (Reprinted on this blog by permission of my publisher TiLu Press, LLC) Thanks ~~TK

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Latest Publication of Tim Kavi

Tim Kavi announces his latest publication, the Introduction included in the following book:


英汉语言对比

Jilin University Press (2008)
Hei Long Jiang Province
Jilin, China
978-7-5601-3733-9 (ISBN)

The book, 英汉语言对比 (roughly translated as "Comparison and Contrast between English and Chinese Language and Culture") has been published in China as a University textbook. It includes an Introduction by Tim Kavi, who is listed as a US Poet. Portions of the book are in Chinese and English and it is currently being used at a number of Chinese Universities in Mass Media, Foreign Languages (English is a Foreign Language there), and Communications classes. My introduction isn't terribly long, and the book is not available outside of China, so no need to rush out and buy one (unles you are a Chinese student in one of the classes where it is required), but it is certainly garnering more interest in my poetry. My collections of poetry to be published here in the US will be published in both China and Japan, especially, Emerging Goddess.--T.K.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

What's in a Book Title?

What's in a Book Title?
by Tim Kavi

We've all heard about translated titles and company slogans having unfortunate and strange meanings when the titles and slogans are made available to foreign markets. But what about when books are published in their own countries, and still have unfortunate consequences? And what happens when the book title itself becomes an inadvertent partner in a marketing strategy that is contrary to the purpose of the book or the purpose the author intended? Finally, what about a book title that seems so influential that many people who see the title assume they already know what's in the book without reading it?

No doubt, book titles are a part of the overall marketing campaign and appeal to readers in the marketplace for the book itself. Books that include brand names in titles are cases where I think one is risking more of a possibility of a book being confused with the brand name or product being mentioned in the title. This can result in the book itself being confused and comingled with the brand name, marketing strategy, and even the company itself, that the brand name belongs to.

Such seemed to be the case with Listening to Prozac by Peter D. Kramer (1993). In fact, the March-April 2009 edition of the magazine Mental Floss shows that this title is ranked third on their list of The 25 Most Influential Books of the Past 25 Years. The article points out that Kramer coined the terms 'cosmetic psychopharmacology' with the intent that Kramer was strongly opposed to it. Prozac, which became the first of a new generation of antidepressants helped to give people a little bit of a lift because of its ability to influence serotonin (a chemical messager in the brain). According to the article, almost everyone that took it felt the effect, and although truly indicated only for clinical depression, the book inadvertently helped to popularize the drug and 'cosmetic psychopharmacology' with the overall effect of greatly increased prescriptions for the drug during the years just after the book came out.--TK

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Love of Ci'an (Poem with Poet's Comments)

"Love of Ci'an"
by Tim Kavi


gentle breezes

flew from
Kunming's
frozen lake

I walked it

with my love

near Cixi's place


Then I heard

her gentle sighs

in the full light

of winter's surprise

where

in the hall of

the Buddhas

near a

Temple of Incense


your heart

was fully seen

in the ghostly sheen


mist of

winter morn

I heard

your whispers

to a future unborn

for in the

plans of Cixi
you were

overlooked

love was but a dream

wafting
in the smoke

and carried

throughout

eternity


yet it

warmed
my cold hands
with the gloves

you bought


across

the Great Wall

flying

to the Deserts

of Dunhuang


as beautiful

as Guan Yin


the wind

that blew between

us and brought

me to your wings


to your lips

two countries
two hearts

that had
now evolved
to mix together
yet now lived
so far apart

found

each other

in that first

destiny's kiss


but was

too soon departed.


Poet's Comments: After publishing this poem it raised some reader interest, and I was contacted with some questions about it. The consensus among readers was that there is something Chinese and Buddhist about the poem and that it is also a personal poem. Yes, this poem does have several levels of meaning to it and there are aspects of it that are written in a very personal way.

First of all, the poem has both Buddhist and Chinese themes. It is Buddhist because it mentions the Caves of Dunhuang (where some sacred Buddhist cave drawings are near where the Goddess Guan Yin encountered the Monkey King). Guan Yin the Bodhisattva or Buddhist Goddess of Compassion is mentioned in the poem as well. The poem has Chinese influences as well because the setting of the poem is in China at The Summer Palace in Beijing. Kunming Lake is there, and I did walk on the frozen lake in the Winter of 2005. Later that day, I also had the pleasure of touring the grounds of the Summer Palace, including the Long Corridor and at the very highest point, the Buddhist Temple of Incense. This was in part, a building with a very large Buddha in it and many other Buddhas lined the walls of that place.

The Summer Palace was one of the residences of the Emperor and Empress, indeed the last of them, as the Qing Dynasty ended in 1908. The last major empress to live there was Cixi who supplanted Ci'an. Cixi was a powerful empress, some would consider a despot and villain, others see her as very intelligent and highly political. Ci'an was the main consort of the Emperor until Cixi became the predominant one and bore the Emperor his only son. Where Ci'an was quiet, loyal, and an Empress known for meekness, Cixi was very much her opposite, skillful and manipulative, and ruling whatever she could with a conniving and mighty fist. Although an Empress was never allowed to make political suggestions, Cixi often did so from behind a curtain. Cixi became the main Empress especially after the sudden death of Ci'an. Some believe that Ci'an was poisoned by Cixi because Ci'an had always been in excellent health until the day of her untimely death.

In this poem there is some encounter with a presence or ghostlike figure, such as Ci'an. Ci'an, who feels overlooked, is longing for love. Her spirit is felt by the foreigner who even comes from a distant land. Like incense, her symbolic nature as part of history spreads out over the Great Wall and then all the way to the Dunhuang caves (which is out along the Silk Road and near Mongolia) where she is like the goddess. As a counterpoint there is a dramatic outplaying of this tension between two cross cultural lovers as they are finding each other in love --shown in other verses of this poem. This mirrors China's encounters with the West in general. Obviously, some of the verses in the poem are between the two lovers themselves as they find themselves in this historical place, or perhaps, there is an encounter of a man with the ghost of Ci'an! ---- T.K.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

#1 in Poetry Handbook by a Learned Poet


1 If a man understands a poem,
he shall have troubles.

Mark Strand is a wonderful poet. he has compiled a list of items that are full of wisdom for all poets (young or old, new and aspiring, or old and perspiring, just before expiring) to keep in mind.

I should be especially mindful of this, his very first item on the list, and especially as I write here.

It is especially truthful and ought to be etched in stone as A Great Commandment for readers of this blog and for this poet, to keep in mind.--T.K.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

A Reader Asks: Are Your Poems Personal?

A Reader Asks: Are Your Poems Personal?
by Tim Kavi

My answer:

I am not sure how to answer this question. Poetry is both personal and impersonal, I hope it is always "personal" to my readers. You asked me though: "If I meant to do this?", meaning perhaps something that you saw in my poem. In terms of a response, I both meant what I wrote, and as it unfolded didn't knowingly intend what I wrote, as there is both a conscious craft and an unconscious one...for, as in any art, one thought, one line, flows to another, just as one brush stroke leads to another, some of them are not seen until they are crafted together in the moment. That is perhaps the way it is when there is a flowing poem that seems to generate itself.

You know, readers often read into poems or writings their own meanings...this is what I have said earlier in this blog--that the reader's response is most important and not what the poet thought she intended. Still, in some media, in order to tell the story like in film or novelizations, you want there to be enough of an identification of what is meant so that a common meaning can be seen by the audience. In that sense, the best artistic expression is meant for the public realm and not a private one.

To me it is most important that a poet or other artist have their work appeal to the widest audience possible so that their work can be enjoyed and meaningful. However, sometimes the flow of a work lends itself to an expression that seems steeped in specificity and symbolism that is obscure. In that case, there is a sense that the work is done and speaks for itself, even if not clearly understood.

Do poets or writers ever have symbolism or write about things that are moving them personally? There is no doubt of that in terms of a lot of conscious symbolism that I place in my poems --but for what purpose? Am I trying to make a personal message to a private audience or to make some broader philosophical point? I hope the latter. I hope whatever it is, that my writings are based out of the tragedies of existence that although partly fueled by personal events -- allows for cathartic release (as Aristotle taught) or to inspire art in general. I also think I often speak in a voice that attempts to address many levels.

I am led to ask in return:
Is all writing necessarily fictional? Can it ever be entirely fictional? Can it be too personal?

In some of my poetry, there are also intentional plays on dialectics and double entendres. You can get more hints about meanings of these symbols in other blog entries here in my Writer's blog that discusses my work.

Are written works always fictions? I cannot even as a philosopher answer that with any purity.
Obviously some writing attempts to point to established fact, and any writing may be influenced by the personal. Writing may also describe the personal in a way that enhances identification with readers, but doesn't mean the author is experiencing that event or has ever personally experienced it. For example, I can describe a sky diver and if I study about it it is more real, but if I am writing it as a sky diver then we have a first hand account o f the event. That's pretty personal.

There is little doubt that poetry is sometimes a capturing of emotional expression...that is based partly on a projection and description of personal events.

If my poems are personal it is because of my emphasis on the dialogical encounter and mystical union of a transcendent other...with the expression of a nativistic speaker.

This poem that you asked about is no doubt about a poet or artist who is experiencing a come uppance through hubris...perhaps it is about me, especially if I use language owning it as personal, such as 'my wings' or 'this Icarus' etc. There is little doubt that this kind of language infers subjectivity. It is hoped then, that if one moves into subjective descriptions one is describing an event as lived out so that others can get a sense what it is like to experience what one is describing. There is sometimes a great lesson if we think too much like Icarus! --Tim Kavi

"Death of Icarus"

by Tim Kavi




hubris



has burned my


poet wings



and this


Icarus


will crash into the sea



where his flaming


wings


of passion



are put out as sure


as the eyes of



Oedipus!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Love in the Wind (New Poem) with Poet comments

"Love in the Wind"

by Tim Kavi

in the haunting refrain
there was no memory
of the pain
that flowed across
written notes

they hung there
like tangible
frozen
leaves suspended
in the wind

unflappable
never moving
lingering
aftertaste
of a love
that wasn't

existing
only in his mind
of the childhood
left behind

the wind caught him
and carried him
bravely to
the next place
where he beheld

her moving
now
nature's
revelation

of a new love
would he dare
to kiss her again?

he thought not
but then he
thought again
and when he did

she came right
up to him and kissed
him

and all the leaves
moved away
in the wind again.

Poet's Comments: This poem captures again the mighty force of love to even stop Nature with its power. It can control the swirling winds and stop something thought of as powerful. Love therefore overcomes allthings and difficulties. Thus, love itself can become supernatural, then once it finds its right expression, Love allows Nature to continue its course as thepoem shows atthe end. Underneath this notion is the idea that time is also frozen when oine falls in love--so that time and nature both are reverent to love.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Song of Dionysus (New Poem with Poet's Comments)

"Song of Dionysus"
by Tim Kavi

when the day had
all been spent
the songs
and revelry
continued

alas all the
fair maidens
whose clothes
have been rent
were no longer
bringing

their muselike
qualities
Dionysus cried
for he had lied
to those
he loved the most

they fled from him
in the night
shadows like a ghost
for they feared him

in his madness

for he thought
he was great
and begged
for mercies
to befall him

just a little gladness

but not a one
remained
to call him

there is no
refuge
in greatness
he sang
if there is no one
to love him

so he humbled
himself
and wrote poetry
and some gods
somewhere
sang it

and the damsels
danced around him
again and again !

the next day
Dionysis
took the grapes down
from the wine tree
and passed them
all over town

pissed his pleasures
there
in drunkeness
they all did
drown

and when in the
daily rising
not one fox skin
was left

where was his promise
of immortality kept?

for his song had
died in the night

and when
she bore him a son
the little cherub
took flight

when seen
again
he came like
a sun so bright

so he looked
around his lonely self
and composed
the next rhyme
in the fire light

Dionysus
shed his skin
then
when the music
did begin

and as the swaying
maidens
bared their chests
he departed
like the notes
wafting
in the wind

to the place
of eternal rests!

Poet's comments:
this poem celebrates the wild Greek god of revelry, music, and the arts. He was also known to the Romans as Bacchus. Dionysus was worshipped by various groups in festivals that were well marked by parties of extreme drunkenness (he was known also as the god of wine) and abandon. To me, this poem represents the soul of the lonely, lost masculine poet, who turns to drunkenness to cope with the intensity of emotions and expression he cannot understand. (Or becomes so expressive in his artistic expression that his state seems like intoxication). It is also tragic in the sense that this is a poet whose muse seems to have left, a man whose woman has left him and leaves him with nothing to sing, and in the face of imminent death. (masculinity without femininity is dead). It also reveals a theme that is in much of my poetry, that is, the tragedy of a masculinity that is not redeemed by femininity, as well as the existential loneliness and even collapse and failure of an artistic man without a woman in his life (or love of another)--the tragic poet turns back to his poetry and to his music, and soon femininity (love) returns to his life albeit briefly, just before his almost willful death. This poem expresses the artist's inner and outer encounter with femininity (as the anima). Such an encounter enables the return of a creative spirit. This poem is also a conscious homage to Jim Morrison, the poet of rock and roll music, whom I honor as an artistic influence and also see as a similar fallen hero--as Dionysus himself. If anyone embodied Dionysus, it might well be Jim Morrison, who is still dancing in the firelight with the attire of a fox as Dionysus, the god who still returns to write poetry and make music even in the banalities of postmodern existence and a state of continual war. For even in the face of a lingering fascination and encounter with death, poetry expressed in music and performance continues to speak truths that only suffering artists can speak. In fact, one of the lines in this poem is deliberately very similar to Jim Morrison's song Break on through (to the Other side) which was recorded with JIm singing as a member of the rock band, The Doors. For example, the line in the poem that says ' pissed his pleasures there' is very similar to the line sin the Morrison song (above) that reads: We chased our pleasures here...Dug our treasures there. -- T.K.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Prisoners of Disfavor (New Poem)



Prisoners of Disfavor
by Tim Kavi

oh the sadness
of solemn goings
across time's
membranes

there is only
the uncovering
of eternal shames

as you seek
the nine billion
manifestations
of God's names

to heal your suffering souls?

to wander among
the lost poets
and shipwrecked fools

in the sea of words
across the history
of many flags
unfurled?

who is
your master's name?

what disgrace
do his words bring?

what prisoners are
new?

never oppressed before
their sufferings
not few

those borne of disfavor
in the government's
view?

march with a
certainty in chains

until at last
their chains
are cast
aside in freedom's
volley

until the madman's
dance and
the madman's folly?

their certain vision
brings a hope
that all will be free

when at last
history enables the
rest to see

the truths of
their suffering's song?

the sadness
of their family's wrong!

and at last
those that still live
emerge

with a message
they bring
of the wrongs and woe
that placed them there

to the sunlight of that day
shielding their eyes
from the sudden light

emerging from
a dark theater of pain?

to the countryside
they go
the square
the mountains
the flowing hills
and valleys

painted in their blood
flooded by their tears?

until all is soothed
made whole
and right again

the messages
of the prisoners
of disfavor

sound from the gallows
and torture rooms
that bring wrongful confessions

ring from the shallows
inditing their masked
torturer's obsessions

until bleeding
in their faces
they have been dehumanized
and not seen?

the prisoners of disfavor
blacken the credibility
of oppressors everywhere

until the injustice
has consciousness raised
many outraged
plainly speaking

then the prisoners
of disfavor
are released in an outrage
of social discomfort

signifying the last days

of those who misused
their power
and abused
their fellows

heating implements
of harm
in the fire

of revolutions past
and those failed

dissenters jailed
who were later
found to be in the right?

Oh, prisoners of disfavor
may your truths
always come to the light!

Poet's Afterword: Another Tim Kavi poem against injustice everywhere.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Flamenco Rose (Poem)



Flamenco Rose
by Tim Kavi


there is a rose
that some say
is beauty all by itself

but there is a greater
rose than this

and that is the rose

in your hand
in your hair
in your teeth

as you danced
under the moonlight

it is beautiful

and yet adorned
more beautifully

with your love

and with your kiss!

Poet's Afterword: This is a short simple poem. However, there is more than one dance form that uses a rose, and this poem refers to them both in the actions described. I am referring not only to the Flamenco, but to the Tango as well.