Steve Abhaya (Brooks) – Poetry Prose & Art

February 13, 2011

Poet in America

Filed under: Book,Non-fiction,Poetry — Steve Abhaya @ 4:13 pm


Poet in America is a compilation of three books of journalese, written over a ten year period, from ’75 to ’85, including Savage Amusement, Dear Nadja, and Invisible Lion. These books chronicle the life of a poet from age 33 to 43, before, during, and after booze played its role in his life. The story, moreover, is the chronicle of his consciousness of himself as a poet and as someone living a poet’s life, in one of the most beautiful and welcoming cities in the world.

There are two versions here. The unpunctuated version is harder to read. It was a experiment. I seem always to want to reinvent form, but the punctuated original is easier to read.

 

 

 

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Poet in America original

Poet in America

 

March 12, 2009

Savage Amusement

Filed under: Book,Non-fiction,Prose — Steve Abhaya @ 11:10 pm

Savage Amusement The Autobiography of a Semi-Unknown Semi-Genius - A Portrait of the Young Man as an Artist in San Francisco in 1975.

The Ocean in a Bottle

When I told you I was embarrassed

To know you so well as to become you,

I was confessing a terrible emptiness.

When I look down and see my cloudy

Transparency, I become afraid.

My yearning to be full doesn’t diminish you,

But makes you unbearably desirable.

I don’t see through you, like I said I did,

I can’t become you, I can’t fill myself with you.

If I alone ghost the space between us,

I will succeed only in vacating myself.

Sometimes, I’m lost outside my bones,

And I look so hard for them, I think I see

Other people’s bones beneath their flesh.

When I feel their bones and their flesh,

Temporarily, I quit looking for my own.

I find myself in being alone.

 

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Savage Amusement Introduction

Savage Amusement original

Savage Amusement

February 25, 2009

Being Itself

Filed under: Book,Non-fiction — Steve Abhaya @ 8:13 pm

Being Itself Cover

Being Itself is a compilation of a particular kind of interior language, written after I got back from India, after enjoying the presence and the awareness of H.W.L. Poonja, who was a teacher I didn’t seek but found. In his presence, I saw another human being speak what I knew to be true. In his presence, I witnessed doubt, that I didn’t know I carried, disappear. I’m not a disciple of his, and he’d be happy to know that, because he sought no disciples. His teaching, called Advaita, is the practice of no practices. These writings are as close to the kind of language that would exist if there were no religion, as far I am able to make them. Papaji said to me, ‘Nobody has ever been able to describe this, but don’t stop trying. You are a writer. Write from the source.’ He meant that I write as one who was not separate from the source, as the source speaking. I saw him speak, not as one speaking about being to others, but as being speaking to being. In his presence, I saw love pouring out toward itself. I’ve never seen that as clearly, in any other human being, before or since, but I believe it is the natural state of our existence and not confined to the people we hold up as teachers, gurus, and masters. If it’s true for anyone, it’s true for everyone.  I have meant this writing as awareness itself speaking to one who is ready to live in his or her own awareness, because that’s how it came to me. That experience has lead me to address myself and the reader as you. This is the writing of one person who is open to his awareness, the same as anyone might be, so you is you, and me, and everyone else.

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Being Itself


January 2, 2009

Cafe Life

Filed under: Book,Non-fiction,Poetry,Prose,Uncategorized — Steve Abhaya @ 3:34 pm

Cafe Life Cover

Café Life is a character study of the “third place.” Not home and not work, it is the café, coffeehouse, neighborhood bar, old style candy store or soda fountain. It is the modern equivalent of the town square or the watering hole where all the animals come.

Café Life is a partial gallery of the characters of one such place, The Owl and Monkey Café, on Ninth Avenue, on the NJudah trolley line, in San Francisco, during January of 1981, just as the Reagan Presidency was about to begin, not long after John Lennon had been shot, but it could be any year in any similar place, where people gather around a watering hole or a fire to warm themselves or refresh themselves, to find themselves, or to avoid themselves.

     Such a café is a clearing in the woods that’s safe and unsafe at the same time. Some people will stay too long, and some people will stay away. Eventually, almost everyone will show up. I made a decision to sit still, in one place, for as long as I could, to stop running, to see who would come to me if I didn’t move. Over several years, I met literally thousands of people. This collection chronicles a few of them.

     I’ll be forever grateful to The Owl and the Monkey Café and places like it. They are wonderful places, and I celebrate their existence. I’ve been writing, happily, in cafés for nearly forty years.

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Cafe Life 

 


December 5, 2008

Joni

Filed under: Book,Non-fiction — Steve Abhaya @ 3:18 pm

Joni Cover

Joni is an attempt to tell what it was like to live with a woman whose presence was remarkable to all who knew her or met her. 

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Joni


November 26, 2008

Fierce Tranquility

Filed under: Book,Non-fiction — Steve Abhaya @ 6:06 pm

Fierce Tranquility Cover

Fierce Tranquility was written in 1989, after four years of sobriety, when the underlying reality came to the surface. Fierce Tranquility was first called Pick Up the Baby, with the subtitle, Catastrophic Healing, describing the specific and general conditions of the time. Fierce Tranquility was not written about the healing process but from within the moment of healing itself.

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Introduction

Fierce Tranquility


November 13, 2008

Regina

Filed under: Book,Non-fiction — Steve Abhaya @ 8:37 pm

Regina Cover

Regina is an attempt to answer the question, “What does it mean to call someone the love of one’s life?” Decades after a much-desired relationship has faded from the scene, questions remain and questions arise. What is the positive side to remorse and regret? What else goes on in the depth of desire and the contemplation of loss, in matters of the heart?

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Opening Pages

Regina


November 2, 2008

101 Ways to Avoid Reading Self-Help Books

Filed under: Art,Book,Fiction,Non-fiction — Steve Abhaya @ 10:37 pm

101 Ways Cover

Walking in the Barnes and Noble in the Kahala Mall, in Honolulu, I passed the self-help row. It seemed to go on for miles. I thought, “Somebody ought to write 101 Ways to Avoid Reading Self-Help Books.” Then I thought, “You’re a writer. Why don’t you do it?” So I did. This book, if what I’m saying is true, should work, even if you read it and do absolutely nothing it suggests.

The drawings included here have been sold as a coloring book called Have a Seat!

 

 

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101 Ways to Avoid Reading Self-Help Books

101 Ways with illustrations:

 

 


November 1, 2008

The Zen of Housepainting

Filed under: Non-fiction — Steve Abhaya @ 7:08 pm

I started painting, many years ago, when I needed money to finance my fledgling life as an artist. A friend, Dirk Kortz, who had been painting for fifteen years, took me on out of friendship, kindness, and desperation. Since I was a poet, and Dirk was a writer, painter and filmmaker, we got along great. We both enjoyed the work, we liked to do a good job, and we shared the dream that someday we would lay the brush down and never touch a roller again. Painting has become a wonderful meditation and metaphor for life. It wasn’t enough to be a poet. I had to go out and learn a useful skill. When I die, I don’t want to be buried or cremated. I want to be smashed against the wall like a bug and painted over. Two coats, please. Top of the line. 

After painting houses for several years, it was time to put together some wit and wisdom from the profession. The Zen of Housepainting was published by City Miner Magazine, in Berkeley, California, in 1980.

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The Zen of Housepainting


October 26, 2008

Ordinary Ecstasy

Filed under: Book,Non-fiction — Steve Abhaya @ 10:23 pm

Ordinary Ecstasy was written from November, 1991, to January, 1992, in the Osho International Commune in Pune, India. I was there with Suryo Gardner, a longtime sannyasin of the beloved and notorious guru, Rajneesh, finally called Osho. The ashram became a crucible in our relationship with each other, with the guru, and in our relationship with awareness itself. Osho was her master but not mine. The experience of ordinary ecstasy became the tenor of our life in that remarkable place and time. 

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Ordinary Ecstasy


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