Steve Brooks (Abhaya) – Poetry, Prose & Art

July 28, 2010

The Ocean in a Bottle

Filed under: Uncategorized — Steve Brooks @ 8:28 pm

“The Ocean in a Bottle” is a small collection of poems that was my part of the poetry anthology “Five on the Western Edge,” from Momo’s Press (Stephen Vincent), published in ’77. Included in the anthology were myself (as Steve Brooks) Stephen Vincent, Hilton Obenzinger, Beau Beausoleil, and Larry Felson. It was Stephen’s idea that we, a diverse group of male poets, writing in the Seventies, would get together for a year before publication, talk, hash out, and mull over our various ways of living as writers in relationship with others and the world. It was a noble idea, but there wasn’t much open talk among us, as there might have been if Dr. Phil were present, but he wasn’t. Stephen wanted to call the book, “Five Disturbed Men,” but that was roundly rejected. Later, in my poetry satire, “The Blood and Turnips Poetry Festival”, I parodied that idea as “Five Disturbed Men on the Brink of Disaster.” I’ve reconnected with the others on facebook, but we are all as terse as ever in our non-confessional maleness. Poetry may be, as Stéphane Mallarmé, I think, once said, a way of saying what one has difficulty feeling, but open discourse is another matter, altogether.

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The Ocean in a Bottle

May 27, 2010

A Conversation Among Raindrops

Filed under: Uncategorized — Steve Brooks @ 3:10 pm

 

Raindrops CoverA Conversation Among Raindrops was written when I got back to the US, after spending time in the company of a great teacher, H.W.L. Poonja, called Poonjaji, also called Papaji, in Lucknow, India, in early ’92. Raindrops was my attempt to say something similar to what I had heard from him, not to repeat his teaching but to speak in my own voice what I knew to be true in my own reality. Raindrops is Enlightenment 101, for those who want to know what that kind of teaching is all about or to experience it in colloquial American. I felt at home in the reality I experienced in India, and I asked myself why I didn’t stay there, if it was so compatible. “Because I’m not an Indian, I’m an American,” was my reply. I was raised a Christian in Illinois and Nebraska, with some question and some acceptance. In these contemplations, I address the awareness that found resonance in an eighty-year-old Indian. The essential elements of my awareness did not change when I went to India, they were only confirmed. Among Raindrops is an expression of that confirmation of the essential reality that is the same for everyone everywhere.

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A Conversation Among Raindrops

March 16, 2010

I Am Godot

Filed under: Drama,Fiction,Uncategorized — Steve Brooks @ 3:15 pm

I Am Godot CoverI Am Godot  is a play, written after Waiting for Godot, by Samuel Beckett. This play bears little resemblance to that iconic play, but it owes its existence to that original work.

I Am Godot: A No-man Show was written in 2017.

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I AM GODOT

I Am Godot A No-Man Show

December 31, 2009

Square Roots

Filed under: Art — Steve Brooks @ 4:04 pm

Square Roots CoverSquare Roots, 48 original watercolor paintings, 5” x 7” each, are, collectively, a small tribute to the art of Marc Rothko. I picked up a book of Rothko reproductions in Borders Books in Bettendorf, Iowa, one afternoon in ’04, and, sitting in the Borders Café, as I was preparing to write what became the book called “Mother”, Rothko’s art brought me to tears, surprising me, at the time.  I was in the Quad Cities, now called the Quint Cities, more specifically, Moline, Illinois, where I was born and raised, after my formative years in McCook, Nebraska. I was living with my mother in the last year of her life, taking care of her and writing about it. After my time with her, I left her in the care of my brother, John, who had been with her for two years before I was. On my return to Seattle, I began a series of paintings based on the square. This series is the result of that time.

 

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December 23, 2009

I Am

Filed under: Book,Poetry — Steve Brooks @ 8:41 pm

 

I Am Cover“Sun is shining in its place as Sun, and here, now, Sun is shining in this place I am. Sun fills me with its heat and light, and I am made the same as Sun. Never thinking I am the Sun, I am Sun.”

“The Wind blows,” we say, but Wind is Wind. Standing in Wind, like a fish swimming in the ocean, I swallow Wind, it swallows me, and I am Wind.

Earth, this land, this soil, this ground beneath our feet is lifted from itself by wind. Earth becomes scattered across the surface of itself, as I am scattered from my origin, across the surface of my life. I am Earth, I live apart from myself, I settle down to myself again.

Rain falls, as rainfall does, down upon the land and sea it rises above. My eyes rain from themselves, in brokenhearted memory of what’s been held close as my own self. I am the rain of a tear that falls to sorrow from sorrowing. I am this Rain that evaporates in the air, to fall again, when sorrow calls again. I am the rain of my raining. I am Rain.

I breathe in and out the Air that breathes me. I am the Air that fills and empties me. I am its vessel, its container, the shape of its strength. Air opens and drains my lungs. I taste its nectar. I am the shape of shapeless Air. Without Air, I am the shape of its destruction. I am the Air of my demise. I am empty Air, from which I breathe myself alive. I am no difference between in and out.

I am Water, as I seek the shape of my container. I seek my shape in myself, as flow seeks itself across the flat bed of a stream. As I level myself with any like me in my range. I am Water, in being round in round things, narrow in narrow things, spiral in spirals, wide in deltas.

I am true to myself in many forms. I am Water. I am Air. I am Rain. I am Wind. I am Sun.

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I Am

May 19, 2009

Everyone is Naked and Dancing All the Time

Filed under: Book,Poetry — Steve Brooks @ 2:04 pm

Everyone is Naked and Dancing All the Time Cover
Everyone is Naked and Dancing All the Time, 35 pages, poetry about what remains when one finally moves beyond a life of romanticism.

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EveryoneisNakedandDancingAlltheTime

March 20, 2009

Prepare to Dance

Filed under: Book,Poetry — Steve Brooks @ 7:53 pm

Prepare to Dance CoverPrepare to Dance  is a small book of poems, written in 1993, a year after I got back from India, during which time I had seen myself surrender to myself, to Being Itself, and to the love of another. All of these surrenders mirror the same emptiness of intention.

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Prepare to Dance

March 12, 2009

Savage Amusement

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

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

 

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Savage Amusement Introduction

Savage Amusement

February 25, 2009

Life Itself, A Roomful of Soul

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

Life Itself CoverLife Itself is a compilation of interior language, written after I got back from India, after enjoying the presence and the awareness of 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.

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A Roomful of Soul

Zenku from A Roomful of Soul

February 15, 2009

Borderwalker

Filed under: Book,Novella — Steve Brooks @ 1:03 am

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Borderwalker is about a poet who becomes lost to himself and discovers a deeper reality.

“He lay in an unhealed heap, drawing his only nourishment from the sun, like a decrepit house plant that hasn’t had light or water for a long time, root-bound and dried out, then moved, palest green, to the sun, and the sun beats down like a tidal wave on a parched and thirsty man, drowned by what he needs, unable to receive it.”

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Borderwalker

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