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<strong>MONDAY</strong><br />
<strong>ARTPOST</strong><br />
<strong>1031</strong>-<strong>2022</strong><br />
ISSN1918-6991<br />
<strong>MONDAY</strong><strong>ARTPOST</strong>.COM<br />
Columns by Artists and Writers<br />
Bob Black / bq / Cem Turgay /<br />
Fiona Smyth / Gary Michael Dault<br />
/ Holly Lee / Kai Chan / Kamelia<br />
Pezeshki/ Shelley Savor / Tamara<br />
Chatterjee / Wilson Tsang /<br />
+ Hello Halloween (Holly Lee)<br />
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Snapshots<br />
Tamara Chatterjee<br />
Mexico (October, 2017) – As we delightfully<br />
wandered Oaxaca, specifically in time for<br />
Dia de los Muertos. It was a full week of<br />
impromptu processions; admiring costumes<br />
during the day and well into the evening. As<br />
the evening light dwindled down the wilder<br />
the costumes that emerged; ghosts, devils,<br />
catrinas, mythological beasts. It really was a<br />
magical time in an illusionary world, with<br />
several midnight tacos runs.
Greenwood<br />
Kai Chan<br />
Drawing.<br />
Ink, pastel on paper
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Poem a Week<br />
Gary Michael Dault<br />
Moonly River<br />
a moonly river*<br />
planted its tents<br />
along the writer’s arm<br />
he thinks<br />
a black mosquito<br />
has laid a row<br />
of venomous onyx eggs<br />
on his icy skin<br />
now he scribbles<br />
his own tornado<br />
with which<br />
to whisk the eggs away<br />
into an already<br />
omelet sky<br />
* The phrase “moonly river” comes from Jean<br />
Arp. My poem has been galvanized by but not<br />
entirely indebted to a completely different poem<br />
by Arp.
CHEEZ<br />
Fiona Smyth
TANGENTS<br />
Wilson Tsang<br />
The Caesars
Open/Endedness<br />
bq 不 清<br />
齊 天 大 聖 回 來 說 要 再 去 西 方 一 次<br />
因 為 靈 車 中 途 失 靈<br />
他 心 中 那 盤 大 計<br />
得 以 起 死 回 生 , 不 被<br />
深 埋 心 底 —— 於 五 指 山 下<br />
儘 管 變 幻 無 窮 , 卻 仍 需 要<br />
依 靠 你 的 微 妙 指 揮<br />
給 予 讀 者 一 份 未 準 備 好 的 驚 喜 ——<br />
另 一 種 修 行 的 方 式<br />
在 天 庭 生 活 , 我 得 承 認 我<br />
依 然 不 認 識 道 , 然 而 我 知 道<br />
自 由 的 重 要 性 因 此<br />
我 不 滿 成 為 天 馬 的 奴 僕<br />
你 總 是 開 放 你 的 心 事<br />
讓 私 隱 被 侵 犯<br />
讓 煩 惱 與 頭 痛 成 為<br />
一 種 反 芻 : 舊 事 被 重 新<br />
可 是 行 空 者 仍 是 我<br />
我 像 平 常 的 鳥 , 略 帶 形 狀 的 風<br />
一 片 片 的 把 雨 水 送 往<br />
東 邊 世 界 , 令 初 日 躲 藏<br />
經 歷 , 完 成 品 過 分 模 糊<br />
其 解 說 的 過 程 卻 過 分<br />
單 純 。 那 天 你<br />
撐 開 混 元 傘 把 天 空 打 開<br />
於 雲 的 後 面 。 而 不 被 看 見<br />
的 夢 能 夠 延 續 其 貌 似 海 市 蜃 樓 的<br />
幻 象 : 一 個 被 錯 放 的 漁 村 或<br />
一 種 人 為 的 地 標 的 概 念 。 而<br />
然 後 太 陽 便 消 失 了<br />
像 月 球 和 星 星 也 消 失 了<br />
沙 灘 取 代 了 沙 漠<br />
浪 花 淹 沒 了 數 個 讀 者<br />
我 們 是 否 需 要 為 詩 的 風 格<br />
待 續 辯 論 下 去 ? 佛<br />
與 道 是 兩 個 不 相 同 的 概 念<br />
卻 又 時 常 被 放 在 一 起<br />
我 是 否 那 位 剛 完 成 任 務 的<br />
作 者 ? 究 竟 流 沙 河 在 那 裡 ?<br />
師 弟 沙 僧 也 記 不 起 來<br />
而 八 戒 只 顧 消 化<br />
正 如 瞎 子 與 象 , 彷 彿<br />
缺 一 不 可 。 而 曾 經<br />
唐 三 藏 有 眼 無 珠 , 無 法<br />
分 辨 出 誰 才 是 真 正 的 美 猴 王<br />
才 唸 完 的 經 文 :La mort<br />
de l’auteur。 黃 昏 之 時<br />
被 過 度 拉 長 的 影 子 仍 是 你 的<br />
正 如 那 八 萬 四 千 根 毫 毛<br />
就 像 我 , 偶 爾 無 法 讀 懂<br />
一 些 意 象 。 一 個 作 者 的 死 亡<br />
將 引 發 一 個 讀 者 的 誕 生<br />
有 誰 不 喜 歡 雨 後 遠 方 的 彩 虹
Heaven’s Equal, the Great Sage, Comes Back and Journeys to the West Again<br />
Despite their transformation abilities, still<br />
Required your meticulous instruction<br />
To give the readers the unprepared surprises—<br />
Another form of caryā.<br />
For the hearse broke down halfway,<br />
The big plan in his heart<br />
Was revived and didn’t get<br />
Buried—beneath Mount Five-Finger.<br />
Although in Heaven, I have to say I<br />
Still do not know the Tao, but I realize<br />
The importance of freedom, thus<br />
I resent being appointed as a stable boy.<br />
You always opened yourself up,<br />
Allowing invasions of your privacy,<br />
And vexation and headache became<br />
A Form of rumination: history was to be experienced<br />
I am still the one gliding in the sky,<br />
Like an ordinary bird, a breeze with a bit of shape,<br />
Delivering rain drops to<br />
The East, and conceal the morning sun<br />
Again, the final product was overly ambiguous,<br />
But the process of explaining it was overly<br />
One-dimensional. That day you<br />
Unfolded Vaiśravana’s parasol, stretched the sky<br />
With clouds. Those unseen<br />
Dreams can prolong the mirage-like<br />
Illusion: a misplaced fishing village or<br />
A manufactured concept of a landmark. And<br />
And the sun disappeared,<br />
Just like the disappearance of the moon and the stars.<br />
A beach replaced the desert.<br />
The waves suffocated a few readers.<br />
Do we still need to continue the debate about<br />
Poetry styles? Buddhism<br />
And Taoism are two different concepts,<br />
But are often juxtaposed,<br />
Am I that author who just completed the<br />
Task? Where is Flowing-Sand River?<br />
Sandy couldn’t even remember.<br />
And Pigsy was focusing on digesting<br />
Like a blind man and an elephant<br />
Can’t exist without one another. Once<br />
Tang Sanzang failed to see, failed to<br />
Tell who’s the real Handsome Monkey-King,<br />
Those sacred Buddhist texts: La mort<br />
De l’auteur. As dusk approached<br />
The elongated shadows were still yours,<br />
Just as those 84,000 hairs,<br />
Just like I occasionally can’t comprehend<br />
Some of these imageries. An author’s death<br />
would lead to a birth of a reader.<br />
Who doesn’t enjoy a faraway rainbow after a storm?
Caffeine Reveries<br />
Shelley Savor<br />
Autumn Dive
ART LOGBOOK<br />
Holly Lee<br />
Alex Katz and Stephan Balkenhol at Monica De Cardenas, Zuoz<br />
https://www.monicadecardenas.com/alex-katz-stephan-balkenhol/#section2
From the Notebooks<br />
(2010-<strong>2022</strong>)<br />
Gary Michael Dault<br />
Number 161: Shepherd’s Crook (August 6, <strong>2022</strong>)<br />
The poem--which has been partially cut off by the camera-- reads:<br />
Shepherd’s Crook<br />
poem in praise<br />
of the shepherd’s crook<br />
the half-halo<br />
for raking up<br />
the sheep of men and women<br />
who can’t find<br />
pasture<br />
and who need<br />
a bowl<br />
of fresh water<br />
and a plate of grass
Leaving Taichung<br />
Station<br />
Bob Black<br />
19 Fragments of Youth, Athirst<br />
“Have you feared the future would be nothing to you?”--Whitman<br />
and a fuse, somewhere, lit and spun its way toward me:<br />
the light in the green room in which the both of us stood,<br />
story to story, vowel to consonant, each to each,<br />
the light in February slipping over us all like that long-ago eel’s sway<br />
making its way back to my grandmother’s hope and away from us.<br />
I was whole but the world was not<br />
spinning, breathing away and gapping<br />
the far-crossing seas and I was worried and we all lost<br />
could I now wait for him<br />
and I could remember for the calligraphy of life to flower, now gaping:<br />
the world vaping and grasping for breat,<br />
and so did we<br />
just as my grandmother had waited for that eel sitting upon her red bucket, stanzas long ago<br />
and in that waiting, fog and a plentitude of wai:<br />
though it was all still youth and we were still athirst, both,<br />
we who had born from the stories, lost them<br />
and I was losing him to the air<br />
he had become of the sun.<br />
XI: 2014, winter<br />
The week before I left, i took his hand and said:<br />
let me weigh your heart upon the scale of my snow.<br />
If it is as light as feather, your heart is worth its transformation and trust.<br />
If it is as heavy as a memory, your heart will drown us both as a brick plunging through water.<br />
I held it carefully and waited.<br />
and then I knew,<br />
we took to the air.<br />
And I could see all aloft, clean, clear and the world cleaved in two.<br />
XII - XVI: 2015-2019<br />
How to stitch words to the forgotten and unsayable:<br />
petrichor, sequoias and sentences, our hearts supine,<br />
the salvage and silentium cresting<br />
and once there was a world only for us.<br />
XVII: 2020<br />
And then as I left, the world turned
ProTesT<br />
Cem Turgay
The Photograph<br />
coordinated by<br />
Kamelia Pezeshki<br />
“This forest looks the way Nightingales sound.” by Ruth Stanners
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