Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Some Updates on Ars Golgothica

So, Ars Golgothica has been out for a few weeks now. There's been a pretty pleasing response. I've seen a lot of copies flying out of my hands. It's awesome, to make a wordy story short.

I do have some news about this little poetry compendium, however. You can now find it, not only on Amazon, not only on Createspace, but at Powell's and Barnes & Noble too! This book is sweeping through, you guys.

If you haven't picked up a copy for yourself yet, well...you know the saying. Nike's got the right idea.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Shema (Listen)

The day the sun in setting
cast a t-shaped shadow on Jerusalem,
cascaded its magmatic gaze
over wood and iron
and blood,
it sowed gold into soiled seed
that eventually would concede me,
the tent-skin of my swathing
equal parts aurum and melanin,
a Dome of the Rock reflection
speckling Zion in my flesh.

Jerusalem, round like a crown
in the closing eyes of the Christ,
I am still finding your stations’ sand
in the atlases of my palms,
in the crescents of my fingertips.
When I wake, my tongue is already dancing
over the savor of your Shemas,
my hair electrically erect
like the tessellated minarets
whose summons humble me
regardless of creed.

My King loved you, Jerusalem.
He proved it with symbols He knew you’d recall,
Isaac’s brier crowning His brow
and Moses’ pole at His back.
I know He loved you,
but I wonder if
this love,
swelling like the incensed moth of my lungs,
is just a coincidence.
If the Christ had not been the
root of Jesse, but cast His sacramental claret
down the steps of Tenochtitlan instead,
would I still love you?

The psalmic pulse between the products of your plumb lines,
the clarion adhan to which your zenith dons its flame –
this is no vicarious adoration.
I have found your Wailing Wall
winding in the wormy burrows of my veins,
something more precious than blood resounding
under my skin.
My heart has been sandblasted and gilt
by your beauty, Jerusalem, your beauty,
merely revealed to me
by a cross like two arms showing me
how to embrace you.

The day your star dipped six of its tips
in Gaza’s flotilla-filled bleeding,
I shakingly held to your soil,
my hands for once unsure
within these HaShem-promised granules.
When you grew toothy boundaries
like the plates themselves danced under you,
I refreshed myself on the shadows spilled
from your mosque and cross-shaped decorum.
I knew, not far from where I stood,
that fingers and desperation were turning
anything graspable into armament,
two parties hoping to excise pieces like tumors
from this, your mosaic glory,
but this! Jerusalem!
If only they could see

the sun, a saffron corona at the back of
your Sepulcher, setting a t-imprinted gaze
on your blazing Temple Mount –
and this, the cool pool of shade
overlapping your sands in tranquility,

this mutual shadow, a testament
in gold and half-hour henna,
pleading peace, then lost
to the haze of gunpowder-nightfall.

Shema, Yisrael...

Monday, June 4, 2012

Ars Golgothica Available for Purchase

I know the waiting felt like agony, right? Well, today's the day. You can now drop ten bucks and get yourself a copy of Ars Golgothica, the poetry book that made you realize you've never desired poetry so badly, dollars burning word-shaped holes in your denim.

You can buy it here, today, right now, for the low price of $10. At roughly 100 pages and roughly 60 poems, that's ten cents a page! And sixteen cents per poem! Ask yourself, can you afford to not buy this book?

*ahem* Sorry. I had a salesman in my throat. Getting serious, I may be a little biased, but I really couldn't be more proud of this book. It is a collection of some of my best poems, bound beautifully in a compact little work of art. I've overseen everything, every minute detail, to ensure that this book I'm getting out to all of you is the masterpiece I always envisioned it would be. I'm smitten with it, and I can only hope once you get your hands on it, you will be too.

And of course, what good is poetry that doesn't inspire similar poetic impulses in its reader? As I send this book out to the world, I hope as you read it, as you pour through its innards, that it moves you to create and paint your own inimitable portrait on the world...in whatever medium so moves you.

Thanks for all the support and encouragement. Ars Golgothica! Get it today!