Red Tower Room E-Book

Z.J. Galos

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Seitenzahl: 37

Beschreibung

The poet had found a room to write, situated above Red Tower Street, in the city of music and coffee houses. His creativity flowed and poetry came to him instantly, recalling immediate past happenings. A change in the environment will induce that with a fruitful multitude of reflections and thoughts about love and death, as depicted in part one of this edition. In the second part, the poet muses about the love between a bard and his muse and the sweetness of love at an ongoing advanced age. In part three, he ponders about the events that offer him reincarnation and render him an awareness of the powers of eroticism. Part four are songs of a poet in love while commuting from the distant periphery of a world city to its historic core, where his refuge - the gift of a tryst - is awaiting him. The texts are enhanced with drawings by the poet, from the time of writing the poems, depicting the artistic tension between the lyrics and their visual interpretations.

Leseprobe

the muse’s paradise

Table of contents

First Part: On love and death

One Heartbeat

Forever

JOY.YOJ

Loving You

Fine Morning

Red Tower Domain

Remembering the Pogrom Night of 8 November 1938

Reflections

REWOT DER

Mauthausen

The bionic artist

Mauthausen II

Closure

Part Two: Reflections

reflect

recovered

year’s last day

plug.gulp

pistolero

Love ‘s all you need

Love at eighty plus

dispossession

a crime story self-inflicted

Part Three: Powers of Eroticism

Events for a reincarnation

Part four: Ballad

songs of a commuting poet in love

Epilogue

Foreword

The Red Tower refers back to Vienna’s history, when towers had been built for the fortification of the city in the Middle-Ages. The positions and the names of the streets still had remained until today, cared for its worthy preservation by the authorities for the protection of monuments and its historical town planning.

An art-loving Muse allowed the poet refuge in her apartment harbouring at the Red Tower Street, in the city centre, where he was seeking a quaint place for his creative writing. Delighted about the room with a view, yet well shielded against the traffic noises, most parts of the inner city had been declared pedestrian zones with only slight interference by traffic.

The poems refer to the time period, between 2018 until 2021, when a pandemic hit the city and the majority of people stayed indoors most of the time, disliking the obligatory wearing of facial masks to counteract infection of covid 19. The poet has edited his work in 2023 and most themes relate to the happenings in reality and to the poet’s inner reflections to these; while he was finding his voice during his times of reflection and a welcome experience of a creative surge.

The quaint setting of this refuge let the poet experience a deep space of tranquillity for his soul, find his balance in mind and body. An exceptional stir pushed his spirit to fly over the city and view the happenings from a perspective high above.

Images of Chagall’s paintings, a couple flying over Paris, must have still been on his mind, influencing his artistic approach of the ballads and the coloration of his words and metaphors.

FIRST PART

On Love and Death

One Heartbeat

For some time

my heartbeat had not been

in tune with my spouse’s

who had a lifelong battle

with her health

distorting its harmonized

rhythm.

Then having to turn to

friends on the Internet

I met a woman I liked

and we hit it off

straight away

not only to be friends

but seeking love in our

advanced ages.

Indeed Ana agreed with me

to become one voice

one soul and one heart

in one body of loving.

This I called triad of love

that needed a year to grow

until we desired to meet

in flesh and blood.

Ana called it a jackpot win

as we matched hand in glove

and our heartbeats had

as if by magic: synchronized

already while we met

online – intimately.

We were ready to act

performing in flesh and blood?

being afraid drove our levels

of adrenaline to a drumming

heartbeat meeting her on

Kapnikareas Street –

a name that coined my state

of love made in heaven.

Her hand in mine

we relived our lives

falling in love as students

having children we love

their unrelated faces

in a grand sweep of 20 days

and one.

Love and death.

Blues in Imittou Street.

FOREVER

Times of inner restless

wangles to run away

from a forced residency

amongst sporadic

country folk

cook book mentalities

religious pretenders

politically correct members

of social life

afraid of hypocrisy being

hypocrites.

All manmade catastrophes

run downhill

the false pyramid structure

fluctuating in springtime’s

fresh powder-blue spirit

sprayed by geoengineering

agents upon the southern

hills

of apparently superb vines.

The poet afraid of slowly

vanishing of his senses thru’

alu-metals

as a court case crucified

Monsato manipulating

the planet’s food supplies.

But then: Who wants to

live forever?

FOREVER.REVEROF

JOY.YOJ

The day that started bright

and sunny

turned grey with heavy

darkened clouds

lightning rods flickered

flashing about the ghost-like

skies

and heavy rain followed

in a soaking downpour.

Regardless of the weather

the Festival of Joy will start

we were told.

But common sense was loud