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CAPTURINGS

Written By: F. John Surells


Gosh, it's strange how diversely unstructured thoughts often seize our consciousness. And for those who consider themselves writers in any format (prose, poetry, plays, etc.), this surely presents a dilemma, because as most people are aware, passing thoughts are often also fleeting thoughts; and if they're not immediately "captured," they may "disappear," and perhaps forever.
And I guess the words in this discourse are examples of the phenomenon spoken of in the preceding paragraph. I had my friend Pierce Gates read them, and he said this about them: "This written piece reminds me of how often I fantasize about meeting a beautiful princess who says she'll love me forever, and then places a crown on my head."
"Well," I said in response, "good luck with that Pierce. But to my own fantastic lady (Lady Poetry) I say 'I've never known a love such as yours. Yet, I've always known there's usually a large difference between those who would express dictates of conscience and those who'd have mankind suffer under various types of dictatorship.' "
But then Pierce said "John, you're always so preoccupied with difficult matters. And I'm going to 'answer' these words you've just written should they indeed be published."
And I answered his promise of an answer by saying "Well, go right ahead Pierce. But no matter what you may say or do, I'll always affirm that all who possess such dictates as might someday help mankind, deserve to have them disseminated and learned from. And personally, I know I've 'grown' from other people's 'expressed goodness of purpose.' And I've basked in the warmth and enthusiasm which those expressions have provided me."
And oh, despite what I said to Pierce, today I still must be a faceless man whose soul lies in wait upon all that's real just now, and all that will surely transpire, though some say it won't. And my respect, honor, and love I pledge to all that's poetically constructive and well stated. And where would I be today if in years before I hadn't known such an elegance of truth and logic, as well as such very helpful, yet unabashedly real words.




JOE'S REACTION TO MONA LISA: AN EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 9 OF "THE SAME TAPES" BY RF HUSNIK

Italian woman, your portrait hangs in my mind as a lantern in a lighthouse. Indeed the

"keeper" should have arrived there in the waning daylight then to "turn on" the great lights which

may have guided seafarers who traversed upon nearby waters as the sun's supplied light was

removed by night's expected darkness. But should he have arrived late, through whatever reason,

valid or not, he may have grasped the lantern then to grant himself a lesser light as he searched for

the mechanisms necessary to illumine those greater.

Mona Lisa, you are such a lesser light which helps us find the greater. And I believe you to

be the greatest of those lesser lights which help mortals find their way upon seas of earthly confusion

and wickedness. And one look into your eyes and who wouldn't say "For you alone Italian woman I'd

gladly live without sin? And if for you, then how much more for my Master who guides all sea and

land movements from His home where the greatest light of all is timeless and eternal?"

But, within temporal time, the bigger beams from the bigger lights of the lighthouse

outshine a lantern's output, yet can't match its central brightness. And, as a hopeful artist, I've said the

lantern spoken of here is real, and so, now it is. And thus, I've given that lantern and its light life,

though not a life undying.

But Leonardo, once through art, you gave a timeless life to Mona Lisa. And though Ms.

Gherardini, or Mrs. del Giocondo was physically mortal, and has long ago passed away from our

earth in a living form, does not her portrait and "essence of art" remain forever noted in the

Relevant Masters' great book of eternity, as well as merely on display in the Louvre?





RALPH COMMENTS UPON REACTIONS RECEIVED CONCERNING "THE SAME TAPES"


Written By: Ralph Hawk



Recently my friend F. John Surells wrote a piece entitled "The Continuing Saga Of The Same Tapes." And it generated both positive and negative "feedback" concerning that book (The Same Tapes), feedback which, as you may expect, given my assigned role as leader of this city's "artistic enclave," has now reached my desk. Thus, it seems appropriate that I now address various comments made concerning "the Same Tapes." And, when I told John I intended to write this piece, he concurred with my decision to do so. And we actually then, as a twosome, determined what should be contained in it. And we agreed upon four points of importance.

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Awareness Aid

Some words loose
A new beginning upon the world

And their readers sense
That fact is constituted
By truth of course
But by premise also

In other words,
Those words know
What's "sightfully" real
But they also know
What's insightful

Yet, why has this poem
Had so many changes
Even though so many people
Say "nothing ever changes"

And is it unfortunate
That mankind won't know
What this writing said
Before changes changed it

Or should readers
Be content to learn
That its words eventually
Tired of sameness
And complacency
And then sought out hedonism
Whose tenets then allowed
Said poem to decorate
A new décor within the present

EVENTIDE: ELEVEN

This is the perhaps unnecessary task
Of describing a tranquil nighttime
Owned still by a current
And not yet next day

And on this
Soon to be previous day
One wonders and fears
What creativity portrayed in dreams
May now be tempted by sleep

Will it be strong enough
To form eventual word drawings
Or only to portray images
Upon closed eyes
Asleep below a cognizant mind

Oh, I don't think we really know
How each moment
Becomes part of a present reality
Too quickly – too quickly
But then retreats into
A forever unchangeable past

Were those who attempted
To portray time's passage
Severely sinful if they failed
To accurately describe
How time keeps on – keeps on

From behind me
I believe the answer has been given
A normally unobtrusive clock
Announces that twenty three
Of today's twenty four
Hourly divisions are gone now

And each strike
Though not loud
Pierces and assaults the stillness



THE CONTINUING SAGA OF "THE SAME TAPES"
WRITTEN BY: F JOHN SURELLS

The next sentence is one I've waited a long time to write. Soon, apparently a somewhat controversial (and long) written piece from one of "our people" will finally "see the light of day" via e-books and self-published paperbacks.

Endings

Our lives will soon be over
That fact is traced
In lines across our face

But whatever we may fear
In regard to oncoming "oldness"
Must most often be downplayed
Else paranoia would determine
Our earthly pace, and
Thwart whatever images
We might wish to mirror
As we daily run and protect
Our race

Today wisdom expands
Our minds mechanically
And its tenets are often
Machine computed
But the knowledge it contains
Doesn't always uplift
Sometimes it's diluted
And refuted


WORDS FROM F. JOHN SURELLS

I've always felt that "The Same Tapes" is a very significant book. And though you may not believe this, the fact that it was "produced" by one of our own here - that is, those of us who now live near this city's river - is not my motivating or truthful reason for that opinion.


Chapter 2

JANE'S INITIAL ANALYSIS

Written by Jane Doer


Well, the task is completed! I've finished typing Joe's spoken words, needing, as you might expect, to employ the "rewind" of the tape deck time and time again, simply because I can't type as fast as Joe can speak! I corrected whatever errors I found in the verbal text. I wouldn't say there were an inordinate amount of them, but there were some; most were....


The First 12 Chapter Titles of "The Same Tapes"

1. THE SAME MAN
2. JANE'S INITIAL ANALYSIS
3. INCIDENTS ON A DESERTED RURAL ROAD
4. IMPRESSIONS OF APRIL BEGINNING
5. OBSERVATIONS FROM JOE'S HOME
6. THE ROBBERY
7. THE TRIAL
8. PREPARING FOR JOURNEYS UNKNOWN
9. A RENAISSANCE LIBERATION: MEETING LEONARDO AND MONA LISA
10. WORDS FROM ORLON
11. A TRIBUTE TO LAURA: Joe's words of praise for his deceased first wife.
12. THE DEATH OF ABEL

A Poem Of Movement

They all want answers
and they all want to know how to live,
or at least they should,
so sometimes they look to
people who are on the move,
yes, those people
and their creations
are the people of movement

And as Joseph
once long ago
had a coat of many colors,
so do I, today
have a poem of many topics





Intervention Call

Unsatisfactorily
is how screens
and screenings
are filtering violence today

But the optimist
applies a rose
as he closes
a page of tragedy

And the pessimist
said he had
no answers concerning
great acts of hatred
or insanity

And there were some
commoners
who wouldn't fight evil
because they said
it's become too common
S-P AND J
By: F. John Surells

Whenever I've sought conclusions, I've found that by immersing myself amidst all that's already occurred, I've been able to deduce what still should happen. And I've learned that self-pity and jealousy are the two greatest sins, and not because of any immediate effects they may cause, after all they're "inactive" transgressions, but rather because of the often tragic, and sometimes fatal activities they may eventually engender.

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