Elastic
Reality - by Alex Nodopaka
Dear Readers -
Is reality expandable, contractible? I suggest that it dilates into any
conceivable imaginable territory.
Reality glides over the visible and the invisible collapsing into
nothingness. I ask, how many layers gliding over abysmal interstices are
necessary to project our personal reality as we attempt to realize it in
art without surrealistic techniques? How many layers and contacts between
perceived reality and its surfaces can glide between real and transitory
layers of a reality perceived by others in order to realize it and make it
comprehensible. I suggest that it is impossible because reality is elastic
and momentary!
It is as elastic as the words used to describe it! As elastic and as
momentary and as unique as the mind is to comprehend it! The constant
questioning and the individual artistic oscillations are a series of waxing
realities, all at once gliding over surrealism and reality's layers
magnifying the elasticity of reality.
Don Schaeffer, an internationally respected writer and well-known poet on
Tasha Klein's Salty Dreams Poetry Forum is also an astute photographer. His photo
series deals with a moment in the life of passengers inside an autobus.
Within such restricted confines Mr. Schaeffer finds the necessary fodder
for his poetry and art, delving insightfully into our comportment and body
language while we are idling, a position of rest in an otherwise elastic
world. His observations of human nature notice the very fine, silent
details that fill the majority of our time: waiting!
In this photographic essay, Don Schaeffer's subjects are photographed in
their moments of unawareness, revealing an inelastic frozen moment! His
photographs depict the elasticity of his mind through a creative process
translating such moments into elegantly worded stanzas yet elastic in their
meaning.
poems by: dean pasch & rae pater
poems by: wendy howe, janie hubbell & amanda oaks
poems by: rae pater, alex nodopaka
& dean pasch
poems by: jackson raven, rae pater & amanda oaks
eZine review by: mellie
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Easy Rider
by Janie Hubbell
She rides the every-day bus
north sixth street, to downtown
by the fountain
where three bronze dolphins
spray a water tattoo
against the D.C. sky
The bus driver doesn’t talk
he drives the woman
with the plastic pass
drives the mom
with two kids
drives the homeless woman
with the welfare script
In early fall his mind strays
to the soft-legged woman
who stands up
for a gray haired lady
who stands
with her calves taut
to match the sway
of unfilled potholes
who stands close to the exit
in her sensible black shoes
waiting for the bus to stop.
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