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"How many roads have been memorialized in poetry? Can't think of one?" the author asks. "Let me suggest Santa Fe's Canyon Road, the Art and Soul of Santa Fe, ' he replies, "celebrated and legendary. But in the eyes of some, the City Different, as Santa Fe is called, a national treasure, the nation's highest capital, has become a high desert Disneyland, a small city in search of an identify, 'tourist-town U.S.A., ' a caricature of itself. That's just my opinion, of course. I think this book humanizes some wonders and some warts." The author, who lived "off the Road" for close to 20 years, uses poetry, often in formal form, to capture and capsulize the inconsistencies between the City of the Holy Faith and its sometimes indelicate "Road," while evoking and provoking emotions, the purpose of poetry. You will be pleased you joined us. Mike Sutin is a commercial lawyer in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and serves as pro-bono counsel to PEN New Mexico and the New Mexico Book Association. He is a member of both. His volunteer work for his street and neighborhood, and directorships on his neighborhood association and business and economic development organizations, afford insider sensitivity into the good, bad and ugly of Santa Fe's Canyon Road. His poems have appeared in local, regional, and national small presses, and anthologies.
Have you ever done a tour of Europe? Or wanted to be a tour manager? Come along for the ride with Shannon Meadows in this tell-all account of the start of her first season on the road, leading 18-35 coach tours in Europe. Along the way she encounters back stabbers, kleptomaniacs, nudists, thieving gypsies, bed-hopping casanovas and more.
‘“Brother, you have another pair of boots,” Jaroslav Hašek said to me, grabbing me by the sleeve. “How do you know?” “Yesterday you were in army boots, and today you’ve got civilian ones on. I’d buy those army boots off you.” And in this way my high-laced boots, which I was given by the Austrian Red Cross way back in Beryozovka-za-Baikalom, came into Hašek’s possession. It was a silly thing to do. Not because I should have known that I wouldn’t get a kopeck out of Hašek in exchange for them — at bottom, I did know that — but as a former soldier, I should have thought about reserves. Life is a war and in this war, sometimes boots become casualties.’ Thus ruefully muses Janko Jesenský, Slovak poet and politician, in the pages of his On the Road to Freedom. This book, newly translated into English by Charles S. Kraszewski, is unique among the memoirs that came out of the First World War, as it chronicles not desperate charges or trench warfare, but the daily life of Austrian prisoners of war taken into Russian captivity at the very outset of the conflict. Of course, the reader will find more than one exciting passage in On the Road to Freedom, from eyewitness accounts of the Soviet Revolution in Kiev and Saint Petersburg to the heroic and bloody route cut by the Czechoslovak Legions through Red Army forces as the former POWs make their way across Siberia to Vladivostok and the long steamboat journey home, where they will aid in establishing the newly independent Republic of Czechoslovakia. But the most engaging aspect of On the Road to Freedom, and the poems that Jesenský composed during his Russian captivity (a generous selection of which are appended to these memoirs), is the palpable experience of the daily life of the POW — far from home, cold, and hungry, one of the ‘ants [who] / Roil the yard with mess-plates in their hands — / Like hungry beasts for fish-soup from the kitchen.’ Besides their value as literary texts, Janko Jesenský’s wartime writings in verse and prose are a welcome addition to the English library of early twentieth century history. They provide a fresh, Slovak perspective on the ‘Great War,’ the Russian Revolution, the establishment of the Czechoslovak state, and the situation of the smaller Central European nations on the chessboard of politics dominated by great powers. This book was published with a financial support from SLOLIA, Centre for Information on Literature in Bratislava.
The time is from the 1950s through the twenty-first century. It is about the life of a dreamer, one who fantasizes continuously about being someone important. The story of his life and times that express concern, compassion, even love for some he comes in contact with; there are a few he despises. For those he did, though, it was as strong as a lightning bolt. There is love, death, destruction, mayhem, and disaster all rolled up like a tasty burrito. This novel will leave you wanting more. Marlon Jackson is a person who just happens to be there when the world tries to end each and every day. There is some truth in his way of life and his love for the most natural things of life. The very creation of his imagination is a story to be told another day.
At birth, I was brought home in a limousine. I was born into affluence, an influential family and a promising future. At age thirteen, I had my first drink. My high school years were full of fun, friends, success in athletics and respect. I drank. In my twenties and thirties, I owned an advertising agency, a catering business, a used car dealership, acquired my pilot's license, a thirty foot Winnebago, sail boats, a home, a wife, and three kids. I drank more. In my forties, I lost my advertising business, my catering business, my car business, my pilot's license, my driver's license and got my first DUI. I drank more even after admitting I was an alcoholic. My early fifties found me becoming general manager and Vice President of a multi-million dollar manufacturing company. My drinking increased from alcoholism to addiction. At age fifty-five I was cuffed and shackled in a caged bus to two years in prison with a felony 5 DUI record. My wife filed for divorce, I lost my job and lost my financial security through bad investments and legal fees. I found the exit off this road to destruction. At fifty-seven I am happy, spiritual, sober, believing in myself again and blessed with the return of my family, my home and my dreams. Get in and ride with me on my journey to sobriety and salvation.
A vibrant, wry, and engaging account of life as an adventurous, queer young person in late 1970s London discovering themselves as an artist, and an individual. While working as a photographer’s model, gallery usher, and exotic dancer, Dorothy “Max” Prior witnessed the births of Adam and the Ants, The Monochrome Set, The Sex Pistols, and Throbbing Gristle, as well as drumming in her own cult band Rema Rema and recording with Industrial Records. Her exuberant commentaries, each presented as a stand-alone episode, illustrate the multilayered nature of the London music, art, and fashion worlds of the late 1970s, and the overlap between the early punk scene with the city’s rapidly evolving club and queer cultures.
These introspective poems do not always honor mankind (God-Men) or womankind (Goddess-Women), but recognize men and women as only being human with a propensity to commit a varied assortment of human and inhuman acts.
A Synopsis of the Short Stories Kola nuts have been talking and settling land disputes, uniting the people for so many years until a war veteran, Japri came back from the Great War from the white man’s land, started seizing land and raffia bushes that do not belong to him, and rejects the judgment passed by the “talking kola nuts”. This ushers in an endless tug of war between the farmers and the cattle rearers. The mainstream Chua Chua is getting dry, and drinking water is scarce. Dogo, an ex-prisoner cum environmentalist, comes with a radical, insane slogan, “No Chua Chua, No Nkambe; No Nile, No Egypt,” clashes with Wanda and his traditional hunters. The administration is battling to solve these problems when Lake Nyos in a neighboring tribe explodes with devastating consequences on humans, cattle, and the environment. The administration, modernists, and traditionalists are at crossroads. Scary faces appear at night; rumors of a ghost emerging in vengeance on the people because of a New Market constructed on its shrines. Unprecedented drought is looming in the harsh harmattan. Pagans instill fear amongst the Christians who have heard that Christmas will be postponed from an undisclosed source rumored to be a chief gossiper (Mami Kongossa), the rumormonger the women have vowed to arrest and send to jail. Her vile mouth is behind all conflicts in the village. She says young girls (ngwangu barah) want ready-made husbands and young boys are lazy (Big 7), want white-collar jobs. A silent war is waged (the ugly vs. the beautiful). One of the young men (Akambou) hits a jackpot in a game of chance but squanders all and goes insane. On the hills nearby an American veterinarian is given the highest traditional title by Nfuh, a war lodge, a general (nformi) for revamping cattle rearing. A few weeks later, good news is heard that the first president of the country is visiting Nkambe, the divisional headquarters. More than two hundred villages are set to give him a memorable reception with pomp, joy, and dance with great hopes for a bright future but little changes after the visit.
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