Saturday, July 7, 2018

Hart Reviews Soos

   Rich Soos, the man behind Cholla Needles (which is now known as Cholla Needles Art and Literary Library now that non-profit status has been bestowed), has been publishing monthly collections like this since 1973. His early poetry magazine Seven Stars even published early works by Charles Bukowski, among countless others. Soos, a poet himself, has masterfully focused on the overlooked medium of the Haiku for his prolific output. For me, one of his most visceral efforts is his book "Fiddlin' Around In An Orchestrated War," a war-themed Haiku collection that contains a not just a lifetime... but a deathtime, in each economical, solemn outburst. Your stomach will churn with breathless empathy, thanking God you may live a life of trivial challenges in contrast to these realities of true sacrifice.

   A true man of God, Rich Soos has helped ignite a tight-knit yet ever-growing literary community up here through Cholla Needles and his monthly open-mic readings at Space Cowboy on the second Sunday of every month (see you this Sunday), creating a Church of The Word for many of us. While some believe writing is something that is earned for a select few, Soos believes that everybody should write, that it's an inherent other voice in all of us that he implores us to explore. A refreshing perspective, as he altered my own elitist attitude when he expressed this in his own "Personal Poetics" Teddy Talk last year.






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CHOLLA NEEDLES ISSUE 19 OUT NOW!!!

   Once again, I am appearing in a new issue of Cholla Needles, the High Desert's monthly literary anthology. With nine other authors / poets, I have my own six-page section in this installment - a triplet of poems ("If You Only Could Have Known Me", "Patina," and "Untitled") and a short story "Lucid Dreaming In D Major." The latter is a hallucinatory take-over of what may happen when you fall asleep listening to Roger Miller's version of "What Are These Things With Big Black Wings" in the middle of a heat wave if you happen to harbor moral baggage with your estranged editor.




Tuesday, June 26, 2018

César Vallejo imagined into English

The Third Horseman
poetry chapbook (16 pages)
by Cesar Vallejo - translations by R. Soos

César Vallejo wrote the poems in this pamphlet in 1918 he was 26 years old. He grew up in Santiago de Chuco, a small village in the Andes Mountains.  He went to College in Lima, a strong fishing and port city as well as the Capital of Peru. Vallejo's heavy Catholic upbringing is evident in the poems in the form of anger towards God as he struggled with the prophetic writings and began to see God as capricious - attacking mankind at will without regard to how individuals lived their lives. In the title poem he struggles with the third of the four "horsemen of the apocalypse", where famine is brought to the world. In the Catholic tradition, the messenger, or herald, on the horse is also known as an angel from God.  Other poems in this selection from his first book explore the ports and fishermen of Lima, and look back in fond memory at the village where he spent his formative years.

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Sunday, March 18, 2018

Poets

Poets

A lot of poets profess to be democrats - poets of the people.
And they sell their tiny books at readings for $15. I have to ask.
After all, as a publisher, I know how much they're paying for printing.
And do ask. "Well, I don't want to seem like I'm worth less than all
the other poets selling their books for $15, so I feel good about
selling my books for 10 x's what I paid for it." Do you sell many?
"Not really." Would you rather have money or readers? "Readers,
for sure." You write about people, for people, and you want to have
people read your work, but you don't want them to be able to afford it?
"I don't get you. I have a book out, so leave me alone? Why challenge me?"
I apologize, I'm not challenging you. I'm just curious. I'm a curious guy.
And I look at these lines and think this could be a shakespearian sonnet
if only I would twist it around and put some rhyme at the end of lines
and finish one more all the way to the end. Oops.

the end

Friday, March 16, 2018

Friday Night Poetry Reading

Friday Night Poetry Reading

The first reader brought her children.
Thanked us for participating in her experiment.

My daughters absorbed poetry as they matured
and grew up to be much better poets than I ever hoped to be.
I applauded the "experiment". And was happy to see kids there.

She proceded to read, including poems about her children.
I'm not sure I understood what was going on. I think maybe the
kids were doing their homework in the car on the way home. 

After the reading I went over to the kids and thanked them
for their wonderful behaviour. The youngest one asked me,
"Are you an adult?" "No, no way, I would never claim that"

"Good, because I don't think adults are supposed to talk to kids".
I asked him if his mom talked like she talked in her poems a lot.
"No. . .most of the times I understand her...and sometimes I wander."

the end

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

New book by r soos! during the music =:-)

I feel blessed to be able to share another collection of my own words with my friends. The cover alone is worth the cost. Cost you ask? How about a penny a poem? That's right - 500 poems for a mere $5. That's exciting to an old guy like me. Pennyapoem. Poemapenny.




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Tuesday, March 13, 2018

My Mother-In-Law

My Mother-In-Law

said she thinks my hair looks good today.
Same hair I've always had, and I simply said "Thank you."

"Don't thank me. I still don't like you."

the end

Sunday, January 28, 2018

dry

dry
sand lives in nostrils
protecting moisture within
brittle skin without sweat

r soos

appeared today on micropoetry.com

Friday, January 26, 2018

snake

snake
bones bleach and strike earth
with ruthless hope of winning
an age old struggle

Published today at micropoetry =:-)