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Spindrifter - Land of Mist (2013)

Posted by Sara Adeline Mazzolini on January 30, 2013 at 2:30 PM Comments comments (0)

Spindrifter - Land of Mist (2013)

Song by Sara Adeline Mazzolini

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There's no need to fight

you're out of sight

There's no need to know

when the sun goes down

where on earth you flee

long time no see

your life is behind me

Flee to the land of mist

wander where you list

Flee

When your life is drained to the dregs

When you're tired of your listless life

Lavish gifts on unknown guests

Thrive and flourish the entire world reels

Flee to the land of mist

wander where you list

Flee

I lost sight of you million years ago

One last sigh is all I've left

One last flight into the unknown

One last day before there's no one

to know

Flee to the land of mist

wander where you list

Flee

One last ray before the death of today

One last day before I die away

For all my pain I remember yesterday

Soon comes the day we wander away

Flee to the land of mist

wander where you list

Flee

We fly skywards

We rise & soar to the sky

We take a trip to heaven

and we embrace in sea lace

Flee to the land of mist

wander where you list

Flee

*

Sara Adeline Mazzolini, copyright 2013

Spindrifter - Sea Curves (2013)

Posted by Sara Adeline Mazzolini on January 29, 2013 at 6:45 PM Comments comments (0)

Spindrifter - Sea curves (2013)


 

Song Lyrics by Sara Adeline Mazzolini

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Sea waves tangled in your hair

Sea weeds entwined in the waves

See whales plunge in the sea

See the sky break suddenly


 

Open fire—


 

Souls released into the sky

I fly high

Release the souls

into daylight


 

Swim in waves of sound sinuously

Streams of lives reveal the yarns of desires

Slowly stroke the curve of the line

See the threads break suddenly


 

Open fire—


 

Souls released into the sky

I fly high

Release the souls

into daylight


 

Out of the darkness comes the morning

Out of the void comes pure nothing

Out of the blue comes the new day

Out of heaven comes the angel of dawn


 

Open fire—


 

Souls released into the sky

I fly high

Release the souls

into daylight


 

You disappear in a sudden eclipse

You turn into a frozen landscape

You turn my life into cinders

You burn the world into embers

Scatter your ashes to the winds


 

Open fire—


 

Souls released into the sky

I fly high

Release the souls

into daylight


 

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Sara Adeline Mazzolini, copyright 2012-2013

Spindrifter - Lake Bliss (2013)

Posted by Sara Adeline Mazzolini on January 26, 2013 at 7:25 AM Comments comments (0)

Spindrifter – Lake Bliss (2013)


Song Lyrics

by Sara Adeline Mazzolini

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I swim in the lake of bliss

Blue paradise, land of meadow and mist

The seagull soars heavenward

Such brilliance, such dalliance in the sky!


The storm arises, the storm subsides

The city of fire is so alive

In your eyes gleam eternal light

I drown in your eyes tonight


You bask in the sun of bliss

She climbs the blue crests of midnight

The soaring flight beyond the real

that will the Truth reveal


The storm arises, the storm subsides

The city of fire is so alive

In your eyes gleam eternal light

I drown in your eyes tonight


I bathe in the lake of bliss

Dawn heralds the trip to Paradise

You praise the new-born sun

Blue birds burst into song


The storm arises, the storm subsides

The city of fire is so alive

In your eyes gleam eternal light

I drown in your eyes tonight


I catch a glimpse of unknown depths

Unfathomable and sublime

You discover dream riddles

soon to be deciphered


The storm arises, the storm subsides

The city of fire is so alive

In your eyes gleam eternal light

I drown in your eyes tonight


Tell me the tale so long forgotten

The lover's now lost and forsaken

Her soul is torn till the storm subsides

Your long lost friend has passed you by


The storm arises, the storm subsides

The city of fire is so alive

In your eyes gleam eternal light

I drown in your eyes tonight


I stare at splinters of light splattered in the floor

I catch light motes in my hand

Your spirit roams the world

The story of the soul unfurls

(repeat)


The storm arises, the storm subsides

The city of fire is so alive

In your eyes gleam eternal light

I drown in your eyes tonight


Today the whirlwind blows

The tide ebbs and flows

Seawaves splatter on the shore

I love you even more


The storm arises, the storm subsides

The city of fire is so alive

In your eyes gleam eternal light

I drown in your eyes tonight


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Sara Adeline Mazzolini, copyright January 25th, 2013

Spindrifter ~ Lost Abyss (2013)

Posted by Sara Adeline Mazzolini on January 16, 2013 at 1:20 PM Comments comments (0)

Lost abyss

 

 

Song Lyrics

by Sara Adeline Mazzolini

 

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Fall in the abyss of time

Sing me soft sea rime

Chill trees of frost

entangle branches in the sky

The golden glow of daybreak

Bedazzle me when I wake

 

Souls enlaced in the sky

Bodies entwined in the dark

Desire burning in the fire of night

 

And now we're so lost

We aimlessly wander

in the meadow of mist and wonder

Bare branches twist

in the curved horizon I missed you

Jump into the mirror of frost

 

Souls enlaced in the sky

Bodies entwined in the dark

Desire burning in the fire of night

 

Plunge in the abyss of time

Sing the most hopeless rhyme

Now we're so lost

we cross the empty sky

and lose the ghost

Endlessly we cry

 

Souls enlaced in the sky

Bodies entwined in the dark

Desire burning in the fire of night

 

We're wind chasers flying high

in the sky of tonight

Dawn lovers dwell

in transient light

Translucent mirror lake

stirs ripples of desire

suddenly revealed

in a lapse of time

ravished faces

and vanished light

 

Souls enlaced in the sky

Bodies entwined in the dark

Desire burning in the fire of night

 

The world is upside down

Life is falling away

in the clepsydra of time

My past is frozen in frost

My love swirls and eddies

in waves that ebb and flow

I wait till nightfall

wait till the time has come

you'll be reborn at midnight

in the river of soul

we wake at sunrise

and wonder at vanished night

 

Souls enlaced in the sky

Bodies entwined in the dark

Desire burning in the fire of night


 

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Sara Adeline Mazzolini,copyright January 2013

 


 


 



Spindrifter Palace of Ice 2012

Posted by Sara Adeline Mazzolini on December 12, 2012 at 5:45 PM Comments comments (0)


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I awake before dawn

the morning mist is gone

i escape at sunrise

i can't erase the scene of flight


Sun beams on the wall

the sound of waterfall

all you wish to know

we're wide awake now

I float in paradise

I walk in the palace of ice


In your eyes gleam sunlight

the sky unravels the story of our life

in your eyes gleam flames of fire

dreams hovers on the edge of time


Sun beams on the wall

the sound of waterfall

all you wish to know

we're wide awake now

I float in paradise

I walk in the palace of ice


The frosty night is gone

i feel the first stir of dawn

bare trees still undress

bare girls in white dress try to guess

where the wind will blow


Sun beams on the wall

the sound of waterfall

all you wish to know

we're wide awake now

I float in paradise

I walk in the palace of ice


Tides & time flow wide

you seldom seem so high

the sudden spring awakes

sullen voices rise

and you want to know

where the wind will blow


Sun beams on the wall

the sound of waterfall

all you wish to know

we're wide awake now

I float in paradise

I walk in the palace of ice


I love your dark secret way

dark clouds are flying away

the sun sank into shadow

dying embers burn so low

and you want to know

where the wind will blow

the sound of waterfall


Sun beams on the wall

all you wish to know

we're wide awake now

I float in paradise

I walk in the palace of ice


Voices fade in twilight

Your face fades in the sky

I can wait till nightfall

on the winding path to the dark

that i should follow

and i want to know

where the wind will blow


Sun beams on the wall

the sound of waterfall

all you wish to know

we're wide awake now

I float in paradise

I walk in the palace of ice


I can remember how

the story unfurls in the sky

i see your face on the edge of memory

i can revive the faded shadows of time

forgotten days can rise from the past

and i want to know

where the wind will blow


Sun beams on the wall

the sound of waterfall

all you wish to know

we're wide awake now

I float in paradise

I walk in the palace of ice


*

Sara Adeline Mazzolini, December 8th, 2012


 

 

Spindrifter ~ Skybreak (2012)

Posted by Sara Adeline Mazzolini on November 24, 2012 at 3:10 PM Comments comments (0)



Spindrifter ~ Skybreak (2012)

Song Lyrics

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Sail in the sea of shadows

and fade into the night

Sail in the sky of tomorrow

and burn in the sun so bright

Drown in the sea of oblivion

and never wake up at night


We break in the sky


You're nowhere to be found

You're nowhere to be seen

You're nowhere to bedrowned

I wait for daybreak

After nightfall

Melt into the dark


We break in the sky


Hurry on the steep slope of night

Hurry on the wide road of sky

Hurry on the windingstream of light

Hurry on the winding roadof tonight


We break in the sky


Sunset fades on the windowpane

Fire figures gleam

Watch the glistening trees


We break in the sky


Strangers in the night

Stare at the sky burning bright

Strangers on the street

Stare of the sun buried deep


We break in the sky


Travellers in the night

Get lost in the sea oflight

Travellers in the sky

Fly to the moon so high


We break in the sky

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Sara Adeline Mazzolini, copyright November 24, 2012

 

Spindrifter - Solar Flare (2012)

Posted by Sara Adeline Mazzolini on November 12, 2012 at 2:25 PM Comments comments (0)

Blue stare blue flare

Blue glare blue nightmare

Primeval rain takes away the pain

Soar more high and sore

I'm dazzled at your skin glow

I feel all the boundaries flow

Sun flare sun stare

your radiant face

The bright sea lace

The flight of grace

I'm dazzled at your skin glow

I feel all the boundaries flow

Solar flare polar glare

Your burning glance

Your glistening stance

The fire in your eye

I'm dazzled at your skin glow

I feel all the boundaries flow

Sun daze sun dare

Flame in the sky

Fame in the night

The burning star of twilight

I'm dazzled at your skin glow

I feel all the boundaries flow

Blue stare blue flare

Your radiant face

your fragrant lace

The fire of grace

I'm dazzled at your skin glow

I feel all the boundaries flow

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Sara Adeline Mazzolini, copyright November 12, 2012

Spindrifter-Smithereens-2012

Posted by Sara Adeline Mazzolini on November 3, 2012 at 7:45 PM Comments comments (0)

Spindrifter, Smithereens (2012)

I walk in the sky

I wish you could fly

up in the air

with me

away from here

I cannot deny

I want to flee

from reality

I can't comply

with the demands

of reality

you & me

will be

away from here

We'll see the unseen

Smash the sun

into smithereens

We'll see the unseen

Migrant words are settling birds

singing mild tunes on phone lines

in mild weather light notes shimmer

you shine so high in the sky

We'll see the light unseen

Smash the sun

into smithereens

We'll see the light unseen

The rain patters on the windowpane

Rainbow drops shimmer

on your eyelashes

you shine so high in the sky

We'll see the light unseen

Smash the sun

into smithereens

We'll see the light unseen

You're sunshine in the night

You glow in the dark

We'll see darkness deeply

We'll see darkness reply

We'll see blindness truly

We'll trust the night madly

We'll shimmer in the dark

We'll break in the sky

We'll see the light unseen

Smash the sunlight

into smithereens

We'll see the light unseen

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Sara Adeline Mazzolini, copyright November 3rd, 2012 (edited)

Adrift ~

Posted by Sara Adeline Mazzolini on September 16, 2012 at 2:45 AM Comments comments (0)

Galaxies

Posted by Sara Adeline Mazzolini on September 15, 2012 at 4:45 AM Comments comments (0)

The Scattered Sea of James Monday's Poetry

Posted by Sara Adeline Mazzolini on August 7, 2009 at 8:06 AM Comments comments (1)

       

     

       The contrast betwen the portrait of the fallen angel and the geometric pattern on the book cover is stunning. James Monday's averted gaze and surreal luminescence mesmerize the onlooker and entangle the dreamer in Luciferian nets of obscure light.The publisher's name "Saint Heironymous"--a reference to Saint Jerome, translator of the Bible into Latin-- adds a mystical touch to this dark romantic portrait. From this picture one might expect to discover a poet of tragic romances and verbal pyrotechnics whose ambivalent aura captures, engulfs and radiates an apparitional light emanating from another world. This is the light of the passionate lover. This is the love of the daring explorer of linguistic realms. Monday uses the details of the material world as a springboard to the spiritual. His poetry can thus be regarded as a vulgate, a translation of spiritual experiences in their manifestations to the world of ordinary events.

 


Poetry as a Metaphysical Journey into the Fourth Dimension


       A tesseract is a four-dimensional hypercube. James Monday'swordscape is not two-dimensional as would be a poem with a conventional layout. His poetry engulfs the reader in afour-dimensional environment, where the resonances of each word are diffracted and refracted in a verbal prism, so that each linguisticfacet is explored and is allowed to shimmer in all its polyvalent and multiphasic richness. The tesseract is the geometrical icon of the multifacetedness and depth of James Monday's poetry, which carries the reader into a fourth dimension beyond the material world as we know it. The leap to the beyond and the unknown is a daring exploration of uncharted resources of language and a metaphysical challenge waved at this world. The reader sets out on a journey into the fourth dimension to explore the multiple facets of time inall its depth and volume. Monday's poetry opens the doors to a higher realm of existence. This fourth-dimensional hypercube is also a form of metapoetry, since the writer stages himself writing and presents metaphors of his creative process.

 





      

Poetry as a Sexual and Mystical Wordscape: the Iconic Language of Desire


       James Monday uses typographical techniques inherited from e. e. cummings to create scattered wordscapes dramatizing love dares and misunderstandings. His lyrical poems are playful and metaphysical experiments with verbo-visual effects that foreground the material qualities of words on the page. The unconventional page layout breaks the traditional flow of language thanks to the profusion of devices provided by a bold use of punctuation marks. James Monday resourcefully explores the iconic relationship between word and image in order to stage his adventurous love affair with language. The poet-lover's puns and neologisms entice us in a maze of letters. The poems enhance the cross-pollination between words and images. The iconicity of the text can be viewed as a form of materialization of content. Some poems are to be read word by word, while others are to be deciphered letter by letter, especially when seed syllables are scattered across the visual landscape of the page. The visual merging of letters into shapes differing from their usual configuration in a dictionary reflects a desire for the obsfucation of the manifest content of the poems. James Monday's poetry gives flesh to polysexuality in a polysemous texture. The desire for obscurity stems from the obscurity of desire. James Monday's wordscapes are not only verbo-visual experiments, not only typographical puns, but also metaphysical incarnations of desire. His desire for the lover cannot be separated from his desire for language. Even if the use of punctuation marks in the poems can at first seem purely erratic, it is the manifestation of a deep erotic urge that the poet struggles to control. James Monday deconstructs common words and reconstructs them into new apparitional figures, thus conciling geometrical constructivism and romantic expressivism.

 





"New Thresholds, New Anatomies": A Cosmogony of Poetry


 

      James Monday's mystical love poems of praise and elation stage the pansexual relationship between the poet, the word and the world.They euphorically dramatize the interplay between the sensuous texture of language and the world of the elements. The lover understands the language of elements and holds a shamanic relationship with totemic animals that serve as spiritual guides in a process of initiation that enables the poet to reach a state of oneness with nature. The lover's seminal fluid is the rain of creativity that symbolizes the fruitfulness of his inspiring relationship with the poet. Thanks to the beauty of a lover's body, the poet-lover reaches the metaphysical state of bliss and is led to catch a glimpse of eternity in the present. This mystical poem is akin to William Blake's "Auguries of Innocence":


"To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour."


       The poet stares at the continuous creation of the world in its eternal unfolding that is being manifest in the present moment. The poet's creativity is an intimate participation in the creation of the universe. The unfolding of the poet's verse is a cosmogony, a spontaneous and eternal blooming of the world in front of our very eyes. James Monday's metapoetry is a metaphysical leap off the cliff of sexual arousal up to a spiritual space of mystical union. His poems cross "new thresholds, new anatomies" of desire and visual language.The poet's word-seeds are interpersed across the field of the page, of the mind, of the universe. Panspermia, the cosmic seeds of life, fertlize the world of the poems. The author's sperm (en)genders the cosmogony ofthe poems. Monday's poetry is a multiphasic heterocosm of continual creation in its incipiency.

 

         


 

  

Resurrectional Poetry: "Romantic Agony" and Rebirth


       The bedazzled poet can be blinded by the power of the light. The dazed poet is mOOn-eyed. The light of Truth has an edge that can inflict deep wounds. Light rays are sharp-pointed knives. Enlightenment can be "Blindsight", blindness and insight. Like Rimbaud in his Illuminations, the poet hangs threads to the cityscape in homage to human and universal creation:


"J'ai tendu des cordes de clocher à clocher ; des guirlandes de fenêtre à fenêtre ; des chaînes d'or d'étoile à étoile, et je danse."

"I have hung ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance."


The poet's lines are seductive attempts to be admitted into the sublime creative game. The slow pace of music accompanies the love duet between the poet and his environment. The poet dances with words and with natural elements just as he dances with a lover-slowly, gracefully, skillfully. The poet's stylistic feats are daring experiments to amaze the world and seduce the reader in a maze of poetic lines. The poet is like Icarus in his overreaching endeavor to fly above the ground to reach the sublime and in his show of hubris that can make him fall lower than ever in a downfall filled with bathos. This is the cutting edge of dazzling poetry.The poet cuts his lines as he cuts his wrists. The gap between the final "s" and the previous line epitomizes the gash in the poet's wrists. The wound of severance is an agonizing self-sacrifice leading to creation, a little death that enables the poet be fruitful. In order to write his lines, the poet needs to cut his veins so that blood lines gush forth. The stiletto is a small dagger of pain that kills the poet. It is also the pen that inscribes the graphic representation of that pain in the poem. The stiletto is a little stylus, a sharp-pointed instrument used to write graphic figures of desire. The stylus is also a needle that cuts record grooves and makes music audible. The music of the poem is inscribed by the stylus, which is the essential instrument of the graphic art of writing poetry (poiein / graphein). Writing poetry is the graphic art of inscribing desire on a musical score. Even if the poet can fall prey to ridicule because of his sublime failures, even if he can thus become the crowd's laughing-stock, his mystical flights of insight enable him to weave and unweave a song of praise to the universe.


 

The Errancy of the Word Made Flesh


       The juxtaposition of antonyms is the verbal representation of the contradictory and complementary motions of tidal ebb and flow. The music of the poem is based on paronomasia, the use of words similar in sound. The page layout is the verbo-visual icon of the progressing and receding waves of the sea. The wax and wane of the moon, the ebb and flow of the tides, the systole and diastole of the heart are cadences that structure the visual shape of the poem. The errancy of language embodies the errancy of desire. The poet celebrating a new form of love needs to construct a new language that incarnates the metamorphic anatomies of desire. Word-coinages give flesh to the resurrectional practice of mystical love unions. Language, like the phoenix, rises from its ashes. The poet loves words just as he loves his partner--'truly, madly, deeply". Like Leander swimming across the Hellespont to join Hero, the poet inspired by love can accomplish miracles: "Amor Vincit Omnia". Thanks to their mystical union the poet and his lover are endowed with miraculous powers: they can tread on water like Jesus Christ. The poem is the embodiment of a theurgy of language. The poet's miraculous weapous are the magic words of desire made flesh. Like Hart Crane's poetry, James Monday's work enacts a " transmemberment of song". Words are transformed, dismembered, remembered and transfused, so that common language is metamorphosed and resurrects into the lambent mutifacetedness of a textured desire.


—Poetry Review by Sara Mazzolini

Copyright (c) 2009   

 

   

Selective Bibliography:


Crane, Hart. Complete Poems. Marc Simon editor. Introduction by Harold Bloom. Liveright, 2001.

"The silken skilled transmemberment of song" (Voyages III)

"New thresholds, new anatomies !" (The Wine Menagerie)


Cummings, E. E. Complete Poems, 1904-1962. George James Firmage editor. Liveright, Revised edition, 1974.


De Man, Paul. Blindness and Insight: Essays in the Rhetoric of Contemporary Criticism. University of Minnesota Press, 1983.


Monday, James. Tesseract. Saint Heironymous Press, Berkeley, CA, 1974.


Praz, Mario. Romantic Agony. Oxford University Press, 1978.


Rimbaud, Arthur. Poésies - Une saison en enfer – Illuminations. Paris: Gallimard,1999.

 

 

 

 Copyright by Sara Mazzolini, 2010


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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