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Life, Poetry, Art and the Wired Universe


An interview of Dr. Aprilia Zank, poet, artist and lecturer for Creative Writing and Translation in the Department of Languages and Communication at the Ludwig Maximilian University of Munich, Germany, by Dr. Jernail Anand, poet, writer and an established name in the field of education, philosophy, and spirituality. Originally published in Galaktika Poetike “ATUNIS” and shared here with both Aprilia’s and Dr. Anand’s permission. Enjoy! It’s rich.

LIFE, POETRY, ART and the WIRED UNIVERSE

ANAND: Zank, how do you look upon yourself essentially. Do you consider yourself a poet or a teaching professional who is conscientiously touched?

Dr. Aprilia Zank

ZANK: I consider myself a many-faceted humanist. I graduated university as a very promising professional, but I did not hesitate to put back my career ambitions for a while for the sake of child raising and education. Transmitting humanistic values to young generations, whether your own children or your students, is possible through both writing and teaching poetry. I was lucky to have the chance to do them concomitantly. Being a poet myself has been an optimal prerequisite for a better understanding of the creative process, and enabled me to select the most appropriate manner of approaching poetry in class.

ANAND: Let us know how you stumbled into poetry. Is there any parental legacy behind your interest?

ZANK: My affinity to poetry and literature dates back to my school time. I was fortunate to enjoy a thorough education both at school and at home. My parents’ professions were not very poetic, they were both judges, but they held literature and art in great esteem. We had a considerable collection of books at home, which offered me the possibility to get an early contact with universal literature. Furthermore, my mother, who had an amazing memory, used to recite poems and quote prose fragments from the most various books and authors. Thus, the challenge was early there for me to try and find my own poetical voice.

Dr. Jernail Anand

ANAND: You are a multi faceted personality. How do you align one aspect of your personality with the others? Don’t you think they overlap at times?

ZANK: My range of interests is indeed very wide. To my main occupations, teaching and writing, I must add my passion for photography, which I experience as a form of art and a most creative act of deciphering the world. There is poetry in photographic images, as well as pictorial effects in verse. I am pleased to say that many of my photos have been awarded in various competitions, and several have been used for poetry book covers or have served as prompts in poetry workshops, or paired with poems in various publications. Further hobbies are travelling, gardening, dancing – to mention just a few.

ANAND: Can you define the role of the poet today? Is it enough that they pour out their art and heart, or do you find a political angle to whatever is being written? Is everything that we write political? Can an author be neutral in a wired universe?

ZANK: There are two main points in this question. The first relates to what T. S. Eliot called the “turning loose of emotions”, a poetic attitude which I absolutely reject. I think there is too much “I” and too much “heart” in the poetic scene, virtual as well as real. Nothing against sentiments in poetic creations, as their denial would contradict the very essence of poetry, but there is too much raw, metaphorically unprocessed feeling in today’s verse. There can be no poetic originality where there is no filtering of emotions through stylistic refinement. That is why many poetic voices sound very much alike.

As for the question whether poetry and politics have anything in common, I must say that being political or not is a matter of definition. Nobody is completely apolitical. Even non-involvement with politics can be an attitude of either rejection and refusal to comply, or tacit agreement to what is going on. Happily enough, there are many poets who overtly challenge social and political issues. Nevertheless, in the same way in which many people nowadays are more concerned to take selfies than to capture the reality around them, a great number of aspiring poets have both ears open for the sighs of their own hearts more than for the cries of humanity.

ANAND: If I say all art, poetry included, is autobiographical, will you contradict my statement? Can you imagine a toy of clay without the presence of clay in it?

ZANK: Each act of creation emerges from a complex interaction of factors which shape one’s personality – it is therefore autobiographical to a certain extent. But no true creator of art or poetry will remain trapped in their own shells. It is the ability to transcend one’s personal feelings and experience in order to reach a dimension of universality that makes art viable and everlasting. Here again I must quote T. S. Eliot with his famous line, “Let us go then you and I”, which points to the “oneness”, to the synthesis of author and reader. Basically, we walk similar ways, we have the same needs and longings, and often enough similar victories and defeats. But then what makes a poet different from one who pens his or her bits of life in a dairy? It is precisely that particular skill of turning personal emotions and experiences into original but generally applicable patterns with which the readers may fully or partly identify and recreate themselves.

ANAND: You are an artist also. How are a poetic work and an artistic creation different?

ZANK: They are only different in the materials used for the end products. The impact, both spiritual and aesthetic, on the receptor can be comparable to a large extent. It is a common place to say that you can paint with words, or tell stories with images and colours. One talks of visuals in poetic lines, as well as of the poetry of photographic or painted images. And of course we can extend these observations to music, too.

ANAND: What are your views on feminism? Is it essential for a woman writer to write against their menfolk? How can you reconcile feminism with home?

ZANK: Feminism is a word of many shades, depending on the time, place and intention of its use. I am not a programmatic feminist. When necessary, I am a combatant against injustice, abuse, exploitation in all domains. I speak up on behalf of children as well as of adults irrespective of gender; I am also active in animal protection. And when wrong is done by men, I raise my voice against those particular men, not against menfolk as a whole. Unfortunately, women are still underprivileged in many cultures, and I am positive you know it better than I do, so they need lots of loud voices to bring about the necessary changes for fair chances and equal social acceptance.

ANAND: Most of poetry erupts out of a broken mindset and the major role in it is played by love rejection, dejection and disruption in marital affairs. Who after all is at the centre of your poetry?

ZANK: There are indeed many examples of literary geniuses with distorted mindsets, but this is in no way a must for brilliant creative works of any kind. Marital, or more often extra marital dramas, also play a role, but when literature focusses on this alone, it is not, in most cases, truly great art. As far as I am concerned, it is not about who, but about what is important in poetry. Love? Again, it depends on the semantics of the word. There are tons of poems and anthologies dedicated to love – one must wonder why, with so much love around, there are so many conflicts in the world. Maybe precisely because most people keep rotating around their one-and-only own self, with no intention or ability to look beyond and above it, to cast a glance to other realms of human love and life, or even further, to other issues of this poor blue planet with its multitude of problems. And, back to your question, there is no central concern in my poetry, but the attempt to explore and feature as many facets of our existence as possible.

ANAND: Every author exhales a feeling of half fulfilment. What more do you think you wish to accomplish?

ZANK: Basically, artists of all kinds are never content with their accomplishments. But then neither are scholars, scientists, educators, even honest politicians. There are many things I would still like to do, foremost activities in collaborative projects with poets and artists from around the world. My experience so far has shown that these intercultural exchanges are most enriching in every respect: not only literary, artistic and scholarly targets are met, but also the cherishing of great humanistic values such as friendship, peace, harmony within the mankind and in people’s relationship to nature and environment.

ANAND: How do you react to the idea of virtual literature? Can it be considered literature proper? How you relate it to the futuristic projections of literature?

ZANK: I think there is no such thing as virtual literature, not yet anyway. Literature is always real, only the new media of transmission are different. More and more literature reception happens in the virtual space with its amazing availability and visibility. But, as I have already stated in a previous article, it is precisely this easiness of accessibility that renders the encounter with e-media contents accidental, fugitive, and often enough perfunctory. Will we from now on write with this awareness in mind? Will the cyber-space engender new stylistic and aesthetic dimensions? Let us hope that we will live to see it. I think there is no point in trying to solve the quandary whether the virtual world with its social networks are a blessing or a curse. Living without them has become unthinkable, so why not make the best of it. The possibility to display our work and creativity here, to enjoy borderless visibility and access, and to have the chance of getting feedback from the most unexpected corners of the virtual but also of the real world is priceless.

© 2018, Dr. Ananad and Dr. Zank


DR. JERNAIL S. ANAND is the author of two dozen books in English poetry, fiction and non-fiction, Dr. J. S. Anand is an established name in the field of education, philosophy, and spirituality. Born on 15th Jan., 1955, he hails from village Longowal [Distt. Sangrur,Punjab, India]. He got his school education from the best schools in Ludhiana, the highly industrialized city of Punjab, famous for its hosiery and cycle parts industry. He was a student of famous Govt. College, Ludhiana, during his graduate studies, and he did his M.A. in English literature from Punjabi University, Patiala, securing 2nd position in the University. His doctoral thesis, submitted to Panjab University, Chandigarh, was on “A Comparative study of Mysticism in the poetry of Walt Whitman and Prof. Puran Singh”. Dr. Anand is an educationist, an able administrator, a talented writer, a novelist, a poet, and a philosopher, who is a multi-dimensional personality, particularly, in view of his interest in Saving the Earth. He planted around 20 thousand saplings in and around Bathinda. He has also delivered lecturers on Spirituality, Human Rights, and Moral Values. “We are inheritors of the wealth of this earth and this sky, and it belongs equally to us all” – Anand

A Million Desitines is Dr. Anand’s English language collection.


DR. APRILIA ZANK is a lecturer for Creative Writing and Translation in the Department of Languages and Communication at the Ludwig Maximilian University of Munich, Germany, where she received her PhD degree in Literature and Psycholinguistics for her thesis THE WORD IN THE WORD Literary Text Reception and Linguistic Relativity. She is also a poet, a translator and the editor of two anthologies: the English–German anthology poetry tREnD Eine englisch-deutsche Anthologie zeitgenössischer Lyrik, LIT Verlag, Berlin, 2010, and the anthology POETS IN PERSON at the Glassblower (Indigo Dream Publishing, April, 2014). She writes verse in English and German, and was awarded a distinction at the “Vera Piller” Poetry Contest in Zurich. Her poetry collection, TERMINUS ARCADIA, was 2nd Place Winner at the Twowolvz Press Poetry Chapbook Contest 2013. Aprilia Zank is also a passionate photographer: many of her images are prize-winners and several have been selected for poetry book covers.


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From the wreckage of your life . . .

“Make art from the wreckage of your life.” Miguel Parga, screenwriter

Isn’t that a fabulous instruction to follow? It was shared on Facebook by the smart and savvy “Only Cin” – Cindy Taylor.


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“the moses manifest” … and other poems in response the last Wednesday Writing Prompt


The variety of responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt “Archaic Torso of Apollo,” September 27 are a pleasure to read. Thanks to Renee Espiru, Sonja Benskin Meshery, Gary Bowers and Paul Brookes for coming out to play and sharing their fine work.

Join us tomorrow for the next Wednesday Writing Prompt. All are welcome to take part no matter the status of career. Beginners and experienced are welcome to come, be inspired, share their poems and get to know other poets.


A Life Betrayed

She lives the only life
she has ever known
inside someone else’s home

she wonders how she came to this
miles of fields and distance
a breeze touching her
now frail being

did someone leave her here
without her knowing and
will she wake one day
to find she’s dreaming

for she loved him so in her way
but was he a mirage or
just a ruse she wrote of
in her own knowing

before her body did betray
and stole her life
and youth

© 2017, Renee Espriu (Renee Just Turtle Flight and Inspiration, Imagination & Creativity with Wings, Haibun, AR, Haiku & Haiga)


..the flight to egypt..

Edwin Longsden Long RA was an English genre, history, and portrait painter.

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there are many pictures at this house, two dimensional and more. how can I love one

child above another?

I had only one, so that was easy, then questioned if I loved the late arrival more, I said no just different.

so I talk out loud instead of writing .

a new prose. I talk of formative years, the safe place.

russell coates museum. have you been there? it was free on thursdays a haven from the rain,

the

pain.

indoor fish pond, quiet on the stairs, to the edwin long gallery. the flight to egypt. looking

back now, I never thought of it religious. immense it covered the wall.

I use the past tense, yet it is still in place.

on googling I see the topic is biblical, I remember the procession, the faces, the space as

if his meaning was hidden to me.

now by choice it is.

do I make such pictures? no.

weird stuff as if installed in a museum.

crying.

© 2017, Sonja Benskin Mesher  (Sonja Benskin Mesher, RCA and Sonja’s Drawings)


The Specificity of the Ordinary by Colin Blundell

in Iris Murdoch

the characters for the most part
get themselves into such a muddle
usually intent on mirroring
the messes & muddles of others
closely observed by scheming clowns
with special peculiar insights

how will they get out of the muddle?
a question which keeps you entranced
turning the pages rapidly
never really wanting an unravelling

no linearity just sets of closed circles
of rather bizarre impossibility

occasionally a character will experience
a bright moment of illumination
or clarity which I have come to call
the specificity of the ordinary:
the cat on the terrace dust particles
lizard on a sunny bank
bare gritty floorboards leaves in the wind
ivy climbing on a rock as it might be
to refer it all to myself measuring
the impact of the ordinary

if only the characters had listened
to their author’s commentary
more carefully they might all have been
able to rescue themselves

© 2017, Colin Blundell (Colin Blundell, All and Everything)


the moses manifest

he grips the tablets in his charge, this
courier of commandmenta, and takes umbrage or looks
askance at some person or
persons on
his left. on his head
are zigguratish lumps,
horns, that should have been
unsculptable rays of
light. julius the pope, the vicar
of christ, has left
his mortal remains entombed
here, and moses to guard
them. the likeness
of julius was to be
the capstone of the tomb
but it was never
done. the militant pope
had need of his hireling
visionary elsewhere,
as plasterer and muralist
for a now-renowned chapel.
the tomb was finished in 1545,
decades after julius’s promotion
to resident of Heaven.

© 2017, Gary W. Bowers (One with Clay, Image & Text)


 

The Hay Wain (1821), by John Constable (UK), (1776-1837)

Haywain

Her milkman Grandad often takes
her, his horse, cart and churns on his rounds
gifts her a small pony trap and horse.

Older she hangs a copy of “The Haywain”
above a dark brown oak dining table
with its curved back oak chairs

lit by white light French windows
on to a grey concrete slabbed patio.

She knows the smell of worked horse,
creak of cart and water’s rhythm,
much like milk slap and hooves on cobbles.

© 2017, Paul Brookes (The Wombwell Rainbow, Inspiration, History, Imagination)

Photograph by Paul Brookes

My Dali

A teenager, I was a poster
Christ crucified in a sky
above a cove
and dried blue tac
on my bedroom wall
lets Christ
lets me
fall at one edge.

I was a swan reflecting elephants
the need for it to be other
my fingers mirrored rocks.

I was a spoon on crutches,
anything but me.

© 2017, Paul Brookes (The Wombwell Rainbow, Inspiration, History, Imagination)

Golconde (1953), by Rene Magritte (Belgium), (1898-1967)

These Shapes

are not symbols.
Do not attach meaning.

Bowler hats and gentlemen
may fall on the page

in this frame. The words
do not mean the thing.

Magritte is a mark only.
All that attaches to it

is irrelevant. It does not help.
A birdcage is not a rib cage.

© 2017, ​Paul Brookes (The Wombwell Rainbow, Inspiration, History, Imagination)

The Blood Serape and other ekphrastic poems by Paul Brookes


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“The Blood Serape,” and other ekphrastic poems by Paul Brookes

El sarape rojo (1918) by Mexican artist Alberto Garduño (1885-1948), Public Domain photograph

A shot like a backfiring car.
I lay full length on the border.
Still as midday sun.

Folk think me dead.
So fire back. I get up.
Skitter like a lizard.

Now sit here, wrapped
in this blood serape eyes flit
side to side as bullets zip by.

Not a time for dance so shakers
are sleeved above me. Soon victory
will give my life back like clarity.


Photograph by Paul Brookes

The Elephant

Stumped at my English homework.
We’d read Edward Lear
and homework says write
an absurd poem.

I can’t. I cry,
in front of Mam,

who writes one for me,
almost instantly,

and titles it:
“The Elephant With A Propeller For A Nose”

“The  elephant died and from his grave
Where would be a stone a propeller rose.”

is all I can recall.

Now good friends buy us
this elephant and her calf.

I see dark wooden sculptures
of lions, giraffes and elephants

stare down at me from mahogany
sideboards below Clwydian hills

in Grandad’s home.

Only later does Dad tell me
he was a merchant mariner
for his National Service.

In my memory home
I place the elephant and calf
on a coffee table.


Photograph by Paul Brookes

Rothko Meant Nothing

canvases painted in one colour.
Where the detail? I’ve painted
house walls with one colour.
Modern art is crap. Money
for nothing

then I saw the ordinary light
of a wintered Humber Estuary
subtle difference to the sky

and understood.

© 2017, Paul Brookes 


Paul Brookes

PAUL BROOKES (The Womwell Rainbow, Inspiration, History, Imagination) was a shop assistant, security guard, postman, admin. assistant, lecturer, poetry performer, with “Rats for Love” and his work included in “Rats for Love: The Book”, Bristol Broadsides, 1990. His first chapbook was “The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley”, Dearne Community Arts, 1993. He has read his work on BBC Radio Bristol and had a creative writing workshop for sixth formers broadcast on BBC Radio Five Live. Recently published in Clear Poetry, Nixes Mate, Live Nude Poems and others.

This spring 2017 Paul’s  illustrated chapbook The Spermbot Blues, was published by OpPRESS. Other recent collections include A World Where.  Recent magazine publications inclue Clear Poetry, Nixes Mate Mate Review, Live Nude Poems, The Bees Are Dead and others. His work has been featured in The BeZineHe participates regularly in The Poet by Day, Wednesday Writing Prompt. I [Jamie} am currently reading Paul’s upcoming collection, She Needs that Edge and writing a cover blurb.  So far so Great! 🙂


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