“UNWANTED GIFT”

 

 

 

 

Unwanted Gift
Unwanted Gift

 

 

 

 

Unwanted Gift 2
Unwanted Gift 2

 

 

 

 

Unwanted Gift 2
Unwanted Gift 2

 

 

Temperature’s rising at last
there’s a thaw
right now
so much to say.

Skies are brilliant
white hard-packed snow
talks back
every step of the way.

Yank, pull
sound the alarm
don’t wait
Belt out those truths

Roaring in the heart
soaring in the eye
Forget it
an unwanted gift.

 

– Vermont, 1.16.18

 

 

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“WRESTLING WITH ANGELS”

 

 

 

 

 

Wrestling with Angels
Wrestling with Angels

 

 

 

Wrestling 2
Wrestling 2

 

 

 

Injured my rib again
wrestling
through these frozen black nights

Alone with myself
It was a tough struggle –
but I won the round
and now remember.

So the story goes –
there’s some comfort in that.

Now – get on with it.

 

– Vermont,  1.9.18

 

 

 

HARC AZ ANGYALOKKAL

Megint megütöttem a bordám
Ahogy küzdöttem
E fekete, fagyott éjszakákon át

Egyedül magammal
Kemény harc volt –
de megnyertem e csatát
és most emlékszem.

Így szól a történet –
némi megnyugvást nyújt.

És most – lépj túl rajta.

 

– Baranyi Tamás fordítása

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“WORDS”

 

 

 

Words
Words

 

 

Words are needed
to send down roots
cast eyes up
let the mind spread
laterally.

Words are concrete
form is play
color too easy
All too easy
emptiness.

Words give voice
to act
form and color silent
tangibles to hide behind
masking an imbecile’s
mute expression.

 

– Vermont, 12.20.17

 

 

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“OLD STORY”

 

 

 

 

Old Story
Old Story

 

 

Old Story (variant 1)
Old Story (variant 1)

 

 

Old Story (variant 2)
Old Story (variant 2)

 

 

Old Story (variant3)
Old Story (variant3)

 

 

An old story
a re-run, a re- hash
asleep at the wheel
again?

Wolves in sheeps’ clothes
mincing with radiant hooves
minks and glittering teeth
Dead eyes.
In packs, in hordes,
Glide in for the lunch.

 

–  Vermont, 12.20.17

 

 

 

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“MIRACLES”

 

 

 

 

Miracles
Miracles

 

 

The rich suck the air out of our sky
Not enough oxygen
Money talks
The rest of us
breathe
Like fishes out of water
filled to the gills
with miracles.

 

–  Vermont, 12.24.17

 

 

 

CSODÁK

Fölöttünk a gazdagok
meglopják az eget,
hát kevés az oxigén.
A pénz beszél.
Mi többiek pihegünk,
mint a partra vetett halak,
kopoltyúig töltve
csillogó csodákkal.

 

– Orbán György fordítása

 

 

 

 

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“SOTTO VOCE”

 

 

 

 

Sotto Voce
Sotto Voce

 

 

Too loud, too strong
don’t overstate your case.
Can eyes be pried open
by truths mouthed sotto voce?
Frigid winds whip and gods rage
No.
Divine Passion is not for us.
Cool reason mixed with faith
Is all we’ve got in our pocket.

 

– Vermont, 12.27.17

 

 

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“MESSENGER”

 

 

 

 

Messenger
Messenger

 

 

I am only the messenger
balancing a big truth on my pinkie
as the sun ricochets off the frozen snow
and the frigid blue sky gleefully shrieks
affirmation.

 

– Vermont, 1.1.18

 

 

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“TOO LATE”

 

 

 

 

Too Late
Too Late

 

 

Outside the mailman moves slowly though snow drifts
everything is bleached, cold
bringing bills and other trash.
Me, looking out with frozen feet
I acknowledge
this lack of trust
this crisis of faith.

Bad feelings about 2018
I feel it too
With an edge of urgency
With a sharp tongue
I must compress
No dilly-dallying with the senses,
Get to the point
Before it’s too late.

 

– Vermont, 1.3.18

 

 

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“WINTER STORM REVISITED”

 

 

 

 

Winter Storm
Winter Storm

 

 

Bomb cyclones descending
Snow attacks ferociously
striking fear
swooping like a pack of hyenas
or sky-darkening carrion crows
or gunners
or terrorists
– see something?
or a big fool with a button
– say something!
dancing us off the cliff
Into oblivion.

 

– Vermont,  2.18.18

 

 

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GARDEN OF EXILE EXHIBITION

 

Garden of Exile Exhibit Opening Night - 1

Garden of Exile Exhibit Opening Night - 2

Garden of Exile Exhibit Opening Night - 3

Garden of Exile - 4, exhibited in group

The Garden of Exile (see catalog here) juried exhibition of the Hungarian Painters’ Association opened on October 5th at the Széphárom Community Center in the heart of Budapest and runs through October 28th. 

The practice of giving theme to juried and group exhbitions is not uncommon here in Hungary, offering creative challenge and stimulus to participating artists and a unifying narrative and conceptual thread for the viewing audience to follow. 

The exhibit title Garden of Exile (Száműzött Parkja), refers to a romantic, allegorical landscape painting of the same name by the mid-19th century Hungarian painter Gusztáv Kelety, now in the permanent collection of the Hungarian National Gallery in Budapest. While this painting references a particular moment in Hungarian history, the title offers a broad, contemporary theme to be explored by participating artists. 

My newest Exile Series, completed in response to this exhibition theme, reflects a personal exploration of the concept of exile at this very moment in history when definitions of identity and assertions of exclusion rear themselves up in inflamed political contexts and when human beings are yet again being torn, thrust, and thrown asunder as they flee for their lives. Embedded in this theme is of course the resonance of previous world conflagrations and an even more ancient Exodus. The entire series, and related written text can be found here.

 

Garden of Exile - 4, exhibited