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ATTILA BALOGH
Numero XXXIX			

Snow falls,
time hangs on the breasts of bushes,
if animal thirst splashes on the snow
this present spatters away,
hot stones of palsy snow
on the surface of my spine-pierced back,
on my beetle legs a walk dawdles,
a pothole squats under my hair,
as I topple on the snow,
shining I fall, 
to scratch a green wound from the grass's womb, 
the sea hums under my tongue,
tiptoes with its lukewarm streams,
if I spit a blue spiderweb 
on my open eyes against the hesitant snowfall,
and this weather ceases to be my lair,
white cigarette butts in the meadow,
like columns of falling snow,
erected to the bosoms of birds, 
in this tenement hole winter,
and behind the fog's skin,
the Sun hollowly beats,
and under the temple
the creek is a green bruise,
and I lie on the homeland, 
and if you want,
my arm is an eternal cufflink
on your back,

--on splintered cracks the sea forgets its color,
like the stripe of a casette-tape,
it stretches along the ditch of Europe,
carries historical chit-chat
into my mother's enamelled basin,
shines on male arms and
faces,
and fairly slowly
the gypsies nibble on luke-warm bacon,
I'm hungry,
this bowl of cold soup is
a yellow shadow,
the little boy's fingernails warm up 
among the pebbles of the mouth,
and it's raining,the grass's green smoke melts on the ground,

cement hardens on my face, as I lie here
wedged between the wall and the woman,
as if I were sitting on a streetcar,
a dove bleeds under the quilt
my hand is a bush of silence,
the bathroom steals my feces,
and God leans toward me,
caresses himself in me,

--in the waters' indigo my body
mocks death,
remains accidently,
and the whistling dangles spittle out of its
stormy nest,
if you roll up your skirt
from between my knees
a fistful of stream will ooze out,
the sea flows on your fingers,
they cover it with plate glass, 
and the newborn 
stutters 
a wound above his swaddling clothes,
if it tumbles out of you,
and these silent-assed Hungarian boys
tied to the homeland,
only by a gold string of urine,
who pack their hairy whatchamacallit
under the current skirt,
they taste the stench of future
on baby's bottom,
the army of the dumb multiply
all over the homeland without microphones,
sanctity's yellow ring breeds delightfully
on their fingers,
in their mouth red chewing gum of happiness 
snaps endlessly,
night scabs onto the window glass,
fringe-haired stallions graze
the flexible grass of bosoms,
illegal kisses whine under their hoof,
and existence creates an embryo with a face to itself,
and the mob
with furious loins gather together
to noisily sniff the rainbow:
at agrarian weddings,
technicians of fornication,
unwrap stirring pleasurefrom under the coolness of skirts,
and from the loins' humus shivering
a miracle bursts out,
and if there is a supper
I will fall asleep tonight


translated by GABOR GYUKICS from Gypsy Drill by Attila Balogh (Neshui Press. neshui62@hotmail.com )
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CARL 'J.C.' PANTEJO
How to Create and Capture Writer's Inspiration

Writing while “in the flow” of inspiration is a delicious, highly personal, and exhilarating experience. It seems like you can’t type fast enough to express your thoughts on the page!

And like the masters from the Renaissance era, you create a beautiful mental masterpiece, passionately painting nuances here and mysterious shadows there with each additional word, sentence, and paragraph.

The mental high is intoxicating. You celebrate this adventure and, when finished, marvel at your literary creation.

But how do you create and capture writer’s inspiration in those times of low/no inspiration?

Here’s how I do it…

INCREASING AWARENESS

Some people go about their days and nights on auto-pilot. To them, they feel like they’ve seen it all so many times that nothing is new or exciting. But is this really the case?

Indulge me for a moment.

If the following exercise does not make you aware of some previously “hidden” things in your daily life; make you remember a long forgotten experience, place, or person; or immediately crystallize a new idea to write about, don’t waste your time reading the rest of the article.

AN EXERCISE FOR SUPER-AWARENESS

The following is an exercise that I formulated to boost awareness and magically manifest writer’s inspiration instantaneously!

1. First, relax. Slow down your breathing. Close your eyes for at least 10 seconds.

Now, open your eyes and look around you and stop at the first object that interests you. It could be an object that you’ve never noticed before. Or it could be an overlooked aspect of an object you’ve seen everyday. It might even be a hint of movement that you catch in your peripheral vision.

Imagine that you just pressed the “pause” button on your mind/eye remote control and “Freeze Framed” your image in your mind. Once you’ve envisioned the frozen frame, close your eyes again and see if you can still see the “still picture” that you’ve just created.

If you can’t, do the above steps again.

If you can still see it, then go on to Step 2.

2. Do a “Matrix-Style Still Pan” (i.e., imagine viewing your “still” and then floating around it to get a 360 degree panoramic view.)

Describe what you see. Describe what you feel. Describe what you think happened before your still image. Describe what you think will happen next.

For most people, the above exercise reveals that everybody’s daily lives are filled with hidden details, images, feelings, imagination, anticipation, and predictions.

THIS IS THE STUFF THAT WRITER’S INSPIRATION IS MADE OF…

Here’s a quick and simple example: I am in front of my laptop writing this article right now. To relax, I think about the last time I felt totally content, serene. It was last Sunday (the only day of the week that I don’t teach English). I lounged about my apartment, savoring the opportunity to just watch T.V. with my girlfriend.

No lesson plans to prepare. No homework to grade. No attendance or test scores to record. The upcoming week’s work clothes were laundered and ironed. It was a total respite from my normal hectic schedule; just some sweet, unhurried time for us to enjoy each other’s company.

Feeling relaxed, I am slowing down my breathing. Now I close my eyes for ten seconds.

When I open my eyes I see my girlfriends stuffed animals on the bed. I “Freeze-Frame” it in my mind.

Then, I close my eyes and see my “still picture” in all its vivid detail. I mentally float around my mind’s “still picture” and imagine what I would see while getting a 360 degree panoramic view.

I see her stuffed animals on the bed. Her folded T-shirt is beside her pillow. I see the neatly folded blanket at the foot of the bed. Glancing back to her T-shirt, I see her mobile phone headphones and late night novel peeping out from under it.

I am aware of many feelings connected to my visual (i.e., love, gratitude, anticipation, excitement, contentment, humor, dedication, etc.). I imagine the scenes leading up to my “mental, panoramic, still picture.” For example, since I leave early every morning to go to work, I can see my girlfriend waking up to an empty apartment. I can see her sleepily, but lovingly folding our blanket…

Then I imagine what might happen after my “mental still picture.” For example, maybe after changing into some jeans and blouse, she went shopping? Or maybe she’s visiting our sick friend and waiting for me to tell her I’m home from work?

EXPERIENCE WITH ALL YOUR SENSES

Using the above example, I could write: '…I looked at the stuffed animals I’d given her on our last visit to the fair. I walked over to the bed and picked up the Doraemon stuffed toy (a Japanese cartoon character that my girlfriend is fond of). Even at arm’s length, I could smell her perfume. God, I missed her. (She would still be away for another two days visiting her mother up north). The toy was almost as soft as her hands, the hands that would instinctively reach for mine while we walked. Looking at this silly stuffed toy, I let out a long sigh. My soul ached to enjoy her smile, laugh, and tenderness again.
'Grudgingly, I deal with the next reminder of our temporary separation: eating alone. To be honest, if she were here, I’d even hold my nose and eat that fishy smelling, weird tasting Thai dish she always recommended…

Do you see how I described my “visual” with all the senses (sight, smell, touch, taste, and hearing)?

ROLE PLAY

Another great tool I use to inspire my writing is role play. This is where I imagine and describe playing a different role in the same situation. For instance, how would the above paragraph read if I were an angry boyfriend? What if I was a cheating boyfriend (womanizer)? What if I was a rich boyfriend? A poor boyfriend? What if I was not American, but a local Thai boyfriend instead? What if I was younger or older? How would I perceive and describe the above “stuffed toy” scenario? How differently would the story unfold?

You see the endless possibilities just by assuming a different role in the same scenario.

SIMULATION

The last tool for creating and capturing writer’s inspiration I’ll discuss is Simulation. Simulation is different from role playing. In role playing, you (or your story’s main character) assume a different personality and perspective. In Simulation you remain unchanged, but the situation or scenario changes.

For example, in the previous “stuffed animal” paragraph, how would the narrative change if my girlfriend left without telling me where she was going? What if we’d been fighting before she left? What if she left a “Dear John” letter? What if there were signs of another man in the apartment (e.g., a strange brand of cigarette butts in the ash tray, mud of unknown origin tracked through the apartment, beer cans in the trash - at noon, etc.)? What if my neighbors saw her leave with another man? What if all of her belongings (clothes, cosmetics, books, CD’s, etc.) were gone? What if she (or someone else) ransacked our apartment and my belongings were gone too?

Again, you see the limitless writing/storytelling possibilities open to you just by simulating a different situation or scenario.

Whenever I am at a loss for writing inspiration, I always go back to the methods outlined in this article. The exercises and answers generated from the related questions never fail to create vivid images in my mind and a mountain of ideas to write about – instantly, effortlessly, and naturally. It’s my way of creating and capturing writer’s inspiration.

Try it for yourself. I’d love to hear what you come up with.


Carl "J.C." Pantejo Pantejo@ynvurcepublishing.com CARL 'J.C.' PANTEJO is a retired U.S. Military veteran. Believing that school was too boring, he dropped out of High School early; only to earn an A.A., B.S., and MBA in less than 4 years much later in life – while working full-time as a Navy/Marine Corps Medic. In spite of a fear of heights and deep water, he free-fall parachuted out of airplanes and performed diving ops in very deep, open ocean water. He went to Thailand 1 year ago for a week's vacation, fell into a teaching job, and has never left! Carl "J.C." Pantejo Pantejo@ynvurcepublishing.com "My Friend Yu - The Prosperity Mentor" Vurce Publishing

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One Day			

One day 
A great love will come 
Like the love of the rain 
That washes the borders away, 
That grows 
In all the rows of wheat in the Middle East. 

One day 
A long time before the end of days - 
And we shall hammer them into peace, 
All the words of hate and war.

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