I could do a whole page of poems about poetry written by Aberjhani but he’s an essayist and a poet so most of what’s on this page for the moment is from his essays and blogs. There might be a second page coming up with some of his poems about poetry and some more pages of poems written about him by other poets. But for now we’ll keep it like this.
“If, in the past, poetry had been a companion whom I sometimes entertained because it sometimes entertained me, poetry now became a distinguished friend kind enough to shower my life with fine gifts of noble purpose, passionate conviction, focused awareness, and evolution of self. Even so, it was a distinguished friend to whom I was not certain I was as loyal as I could or should be.”
–from The American Poet Who Went Home Again (Words and Blood Burning the Page)
“Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives.”
–from All That National Poetry Month Jazz
“The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery. Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer the intricate machinery of its blood and prayers and muscles for a gestation period much longer than nine months or even nine years. For most true poets tend to be a long time coming. Consider first of all that such beings rarely result solely from the happy minglings of human egg and sperm but evolve out of forces as seductively commanding as the magnetic pulsings of jazz and as numinously elusive as the whispers of an Ethiopian priest confirming remembrances with his God in the bright silence of a small dark hour.”
–from The Great Old Man Mystical Poet on the Mountain
“The book’s very rich suffusion of cultural and political nuances may be attributed to the Harlem Renaissance and the Negritude Movement while its linguistic dexterity and philosophical daring would have to acknowledge some allegiance to French surrealism. The result is a masterful examination of a soul simultaneously created by and torn between two cultural sensibilities: the European and the African.”
–from review of Aime’ Cesaire’s Return to My Native Land
“Whereas mastery of form and powerful themes give authority to any dedicated poet’s pen, the greater distinction derives from the purpose for which these are employed. The form is only as effective as the character of the spirit that inhabits it.”
–from The American Poet Who Went Home Again (Visions of the Poets)
“Poetry, like the melodious thunder and elegant lightning of that musical storm we call jazz, draws its commanding power as much from the life of the poet as from the nature of the art itself.”
–From The Glorious Metamorphoses of Abbey Lincoln
“I confess to feeling blessed by the abundance of creative inspiration that muses have started to shower upon the thoughts, lives, and pens of those inclined to mold such impulses into the vast varieties of what we call poetry and jazz.”
–From blog on National Poetry Month 2009
“Open mic recitals became a favorite outlet for poets during the 1990s and grew into a powerful mainstay of popular literary culture after 9/11. In the midst of war, world disasters, and political hype, the coffee house microphone amplified the voice of the individual and allowed his or her vice, whether filled with sorrow or joy or fear or love, to be heard.”
–from An Unexpected End to Silence
“Poets and artists in general by their creative nature tend to peer beyond surfaces and instinctively address both the chaotic incongruities of life and its more enthralling manifestations of harmonious beauty. Both—chaotic incongruities and harmonious beauty—can be disruptive, and both can be healing.”
–from J. Alfred Prufrock’s Universe Disturbed
Poems Written by My Friends
Often they open my eyes and shut down my fears.
Sometimes eat lunch naked on the White House lawn.
Build gigabyte nests in my heart like virtual swans.
Will not give you an STD or murder your grandparents.
Will not hack your heartbeat or burglarize your soul.
Will not insist you smell their fingers stinky with malice.
Fly faster than Superman or Wonder Woman.
Sing lullabies when the world can’t sleep.
Are fond of making love on horseback while lightning watches.
Are gorgeous-luscious like Halle Berry and poop-ugly like Quasimodo.
Are dangerously courageous and fiercely free.
Feed multitudes with one slice of bread and butter made from truth.
Remain faithful to their husbands and loyal to their wives.
Have at least one omni-sexual lover on every continent.
Never pee on purpose on their neighbor’s porch.
Never shoot in their backs humans running for their lives.
Never crucify blind infants or rape crippled nations.
Write themselves upside down, read well when held up to mirrors.
Sit in treetops singing cowboy sonnets with drunk angels.
Often remind me of who and what and why I am.
by Author-Poet Aberjhani
National Poetry Month 2008