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Articles by: Gary Corseri

Koan: What Is the Sound of One Hand Clapping?

Koan: What Is the Sound of One Hand Clapping?

1) Nothing.  One hand cannot clap….   2) Half the sound of 2 hands clapping….   3) Air….   4) A bowl of rice….   5) A cup of tea….   6) “A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou….”   7) A crazy old guy doing a jig on thin ice….[Read More…]

Art For Art’s Sake… (And Cutting Thru)….

Art For Art’s Sake… (And Cutting Thru)….

In 2007, Sotheby’s
auctioned a can of artist’s shit
for 180,000 dollars.

“Sophisticated,” “cultured” types
clamored to buy a tin of shit
an auction house called “Art.”

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“Fake History; Fake News; JFK; and Setting the Record Straight with Vince Salandria and Paul Kurtz”

“Fake History; Fake News; JFK; and Setting the Record Straight with Vince Salandria and Paul Kurtz”

  In the intro to this dialogue between Paul Kurtz and Vince Salandria–poignantly intercut with JFK’s own words on his goals and hopes for salvaging the human race from the prospects of nuclear suicide-homicide–, Kurtz refers to Salandria as “razor-sharp.” Engrossed for some 20 minutes, I concluded the same…and much more. Octogenarian Salandria is one of the best people I’ve[Read More…]

HOUSTON, TX - AUGUST 28:  People walk down a flooded street as they evacuate their homes after the area was inundated with flooding from Hurricane Harvey on August 28, 2017 in Houston, Texas. Harvey, which made landfall north of Corpus Christi late Friday evening, is expected to dump upwards to 40 inches of rain in Texas over the next couple of days.  (Photo by Joe Raedle/Getty Images)

A Prayer for Houston…. And,

Please help the people in Houston, Lord.
And, while You’re at it, in Palestine, too!
Though worlds apart, they are kindred,
as all suffering creatures are kindred.

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Dogs

Dogs

Dogs live in a world of smells— succulent, sensual: a melange of sexuality–known and unknown, friendly and prohibitive.   They’re color-blind, love blindly, lead the blind (when so inclined).   Dogs live in the world of Now—leaping catching frisbees, canines gripping, tail-wagging; or—snarling, menacing, loyal to a fault—and faultlessly alert to guard their master’s home;   their master’s spies, their[Read More…]

The Whore Named War

The Whore Named War

To lie closer, they folded their plicate wings,
ate blood and shit and the sweat of each other,
retched their names in history’s spittoon,
lay blear-eyed, dreamed-out, dreamless at last.

Now Float Me Down….

Now Float Me Down….

During our recent “celebration” of Memorial Day, I heard the rumblings of muscular motorcycles outside my window, on the streets below my apartment in Washington, D.C. There seemed to be many such displays in public places or on TV. A former judge in my apartment building told me about “festivities” taking place at the Kennedy Center, to mark the 100th[Read More…]

“Me And My Shadow-Drone”

“Me And My Shadow-Drone”

The computer whined
a kind of laugh….
“You’re on a biometric leash!
We know your thoughts before you strew them
haphazardly about.”

Lynne Stewart, Our Lady Mandela

Lynne Stewart, Our Lady Mandela

While Obama and Cameron take “selfies,”
shedding crocodile tears
at Nelson Mandela’s final farewell,
our Lady Mandela gazes over
the path she has made by her walking.

The Russians Are Hacking My Poems!!!

The Russians Are Hacking My Poems!!!

    1. Dah! It’s true! Every time I come upon some clever turn-of-phrase, they’re in my brain, they’re at my screen— hacking, hacking, hacking!   Every metaphor I write they claim is Dostoyevsky’s! Every simile is Tolstoy’s! Every irony—you guessed it! Chekhov’s!   They turn my language inside-out. I write moon-June love poems, and they turn them into treatises[Read More…]

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Is Peace Possible? A Dialogue With Johan Galtung On Ukraine; Trump, Putin, Gandhi, And….

  “Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God” (from “The Sermon on the Mount”) [Interviewer’s Note: A man who has published more than 150 books and 1500 articles on peace and related issues; the founder of TRANSCEND: A Peace, Development and Environment Network; a man who has worked as a mediator with the U.N.[Read More…]

I Voted

I Voted

To see the planet whole;
To know our place upon it;
To nurture and restore it;
To abide in moderation,
With compassionate humility;
That the arts might consecrate us—
I voted.

Ode To Turmeric

Ode To Turmeric

Share the bounty of the Earth!
Make a joyful sound!
A teaspoon’s worth
can give new birth;
let the hills resound–
there’s plenty to go around,
sharing in rebirth.

How Do We ‘Package’ Peace?  Can We Make It Palatable?

How Do We ‘Package’ Peace?  Can We Make It Palatable?

Peace Plays is a splendid book: a lens with which to contemplate our modern world of foibles, follies, self-and-mass destruction. It’s a book to read, and re-read, and savor. It is whimsical and sobering; grating in a positive way; uplifting and transformative

A Meeting

A Meeting

When Jesus and the Buddha met
in a meadow of larkspurs, on a balmy day,
the bees of the valley went mad with love,
the sky and the sun were a glaze.
“Let us sit on the grass,” said Buddha.
And they rested their traveling bones.
One in cambric, the other in saffron,
and the air was the color of amber.

 Uncle “Sham” Says “Dance”…. And The Band Plays On….

 Uncle “Sham” Says “Dance”…. And The Band Plays On….

    I recall from my early teens, the “Judgment at Nuremberg” movie, which made a big impression then about “justice” and the “rightness and virtue” of the Allied cause.  But when I watched the movie on TV, years later, it was the Richard Widmark character–one of the prosecuting colonels, I believe–who made the deepest impression because, by the end[Read More…]

 Slings And Arrows: Bernie Sanders Plays The Bard

 Slings And Arrows: Bernie Sanders Plays The Bard

Have I been out-Trumped?
(He doth bestride the narrow world like a Collosus!)
Out-Foxed by one “extremely careless”?
Oh, what Ailes me now? What Ailes us all?
But, soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East–and Jill Stein is the sun!

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