July 7, 2012
July 6, 2012
See videos below on this page.
On the Lake of Volcanoes, a book of 25 poems, was written on a recent trip to Lake Atitlan in Guatemala.
Flowers, a book of 63 Zenish poems, is new.
All This Talk, a book of 24 somewhat philosophical poems, is new.
The Shredding Sky, a book of 25 poems is new.
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All artwork on Steveabhaya.com is by the author, except for the cover of The Blood & Turnips Poetry Festival by Alexandra Benjamin, the cover to The Zen of Housepainting by Chris Blum, and the paintings that accompany The Lonely Lion are by Christine Schibly. The cover photo for Fearless in Lucknow was taken by Michael Schiesser. The artwork for Let’s Spend Some Time Together is by Gregory Vose.
The reading at the Altamont is from several books including Essential Occupation, published by New Native Press, available from amazon.com, newnativepress.com, spdbooks.com, and email@example.com. The reading at Malaprops is shorter and only from Essential Occupation.
Nothing is a talk that evolved from two earlier one-man shows, Showtime, in ’75, and The Blood & Turnips Poetry Festival, in ’82. Nothing was recorded in ’03. My son Jaxon first made it available on his insightful and humorous website MilkandCookies.com.
Nothing – A One Man Show is on YouTube.
Steve Brooks at the Altamont is on YouTube.
Steve Brooks at Malaprops is on YouTube.
Fearless in Lucknow is available on Kindle.
April 18, 2012
Haiku Café was written entirely in the Charlotte Street Starbucks in Asheville, North Carolina, during the bitterly warm winter of 2011-12. Observations expressed in Haiku Café are taken from life, the imagination of the author, and/or both.
October 29, 2011
Singing Down the Drain is a musical with two players, an aging couple who may or may not know who the other is. They have just met or they have known each other for fifty years. The only thing they can remember with any consistency is the lyrics to the music of their lives, and that becomes an effective means of communication between them.
Walking in Asheville is poems and photographs, composed in Asheville, North Carolina, in the summer of 2011. It bears a resemblance to Walking in San Francisco, Walking in Ellensburg, and Walking in the Village (NYC), also on this site.
February 13, 2011
The Window Seat 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.
December 21, 2010
November 11, 2010
Essential Occupation is drawn from four books written between ‘02 and ‘04, Victrola, Essential Occupation, The Greening, and The Open Door that Oceans Are. These poems were written after my first stents were put in, before and after my mother died, and after I had discovered the first truly bohemian coffeehouse in Seattle, after living there for fifteen years. Victrola was a café where I finally felt at home, not in the sense of being welcome among decent people but being among other poet/artists. That was a common experience for me in San Francisco, but in Seattle, my life as a poet/artist felt somewhat isolated, even while finding sympathetic others in a sympathetic city, but not finding a gathering place of such people.At the same time, I grappled with my romantic attachment to relationships and my practice of non-attachment in the awareness of spirit. In other words, was I going to continue to look for a lover or was I going to live in a monastery of my own making? The answer is neither. The answer is, “I write poetry”, but I was less clear about that at the time. These poems are more clear than I was, as is often the case.
I heard a man say, “Poets are lucky, because they have the opportunity, at the moment of creation, to turn and look and see the source. The problem is, they fall in love with the thing created, and they follow it into the world.” There is no problem here; both are true and both are worth doing, as a human being living in the consciousness of being itself.
It’s difficult, sometimes, to recognize the reality of both directions without losing sight of one or the other, but it’s not impossible, and it is a great challenge with great reward. These poems speak to the challenge and the reward of both ways the eyes are capable of seeing. There is a danger in the attachment to either way of seeing, and being a poet works for me as the way of no way.
Romanticism and Spirituality are both attachments of the mind, and poetry has been the path of freedom for me. Lucky for me, poetry works to dissolve thought and feeling, even as it forms awareness into consciousness. The more personal I become, the less personal I discover I am, and poetry is the expression of the highly personal and the least personal in the same language.
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