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About B Gourley

Bernie Gourley is a writer living in Bangalore, India. His poetry collection, Poems of the Introverted Yogi is now available on Amazon. He teaches yoga, with a specialization in pranayama, and holds a RYT500 certification. For most of his adult life, he practiced martial arts, including: Kobudo, Muay Thai, Kalaripayattu, and Taiji. He is a world traveler, having visited more than 40 countries around the globe.

BOOKS: “Birds, Beasts, and A World Made New” by Guillaume Apollinaire & Velimir Khlebnikov [ed. / trans. Robert Chandler]

Birds, Beasts and a World Made New: Guillaume Apollinaire and Velimir Khlebnikov (1908-22) (Pushkin Press Classics)Birds, Beasts and a World Made New: Guillaume Apollinaire and Velimir Khlebnikov (1908-22) by Guillaume Apollinaire
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Publisher Site – Pushkin Press

This poetry collection recalls a time and tells a story. Perhaps it’s not right to call it a poetry collection, not because it isn’t one, but because that’s not all it is. Most of the book consists of selections of poetry from Guillaume Apollinaire and Velimir Khlebnikov juxtaposed by themed grouping. But there is also backstory and biography included throughout as well as in the book’s final section.

One might wonder why anyone would construct a two-poet collection featuring a Frenchman and a Russian. Well, the two men did have a number of things in common, most disturbingly that they both died young in the early twentieth century. Apollinaire died at age 38 in 1918 and Khlebnikov died at 36 in 1922. The fact that these men’s writing careers so overlapped is one of the reasons the book works. They waded through a common zeitgeist. Another commonality that makes the collection relevant and intriguing is that both poets had a penchant for experimentalism in their work.

Seeing the work of these poet’s organized as the volume does, one recognizes both similarities and differences. This includes the fact that the tone of each poet’s work ranges widely from whimsical to the brutal morosity of poems on war and the suffering it entails.

I found this collection to offer a powerful reading experience and would recommend it highly to all poetry readers.

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DAILY PHOTO: Baba & Nyonya Heritage Museum (or Crazy Rich Asians — 19th Century)

A Spell [Free Verse]

Write me a spell:
A tiny bit of magic --
Nothing massive
Or mind-blowing --
Just a simple piece
Of Magic.

“Nature” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [w/ Audio]

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not
please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the
what we know.

Tropic Confusion [Haiku]

branches: bloom-laden
but devoid of leaves:
tropic confusion.

DAILY PHOTO: Peanut Festival, Bangalore

Groundnut Nandi

“People ask for the road to Cold Mountain” by Hanshan [w/ Audio]

People ask for the road to Cold Mountain,
but no road reaches Cold Mountain.
Summer sky -- still ice won't melt.
The sun comes out but gets obscured by mist.
Imitating me, where does that get you?
My mind isn't like yours.
When your mind is like mine
You can enter here.

Translated by Kazuaki Tanahashi & David Schneider in Essential Zen (1994) SanFransisco: HarperCollins, p. 2

Winding Tree [Haiku]

winding like vines,
tree branches grow like a cage
over my head.

DAILY PHOTO: Cubbon Park Central Garden

“The Debt” by Paul Laurence Dunbar [w/ Audio]

This is the debt I pay
Just for one riotous day,
Years of regret and grief,
Sorrow without relief.

Pay it I will to the end --
Until the grave, my friend,
Gives me a true release --
Gives me the clasp of peace.

Slight was the thing I bought,
Small was the debt I thought,
Poor was the loan at best --
God! but the interest!