The Creative Spark with Uvi Poznansky discussion
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Apart From Love
The Writing Process
Uvi wrote: "Aniruddha wrote: "This is really exciting, Uvi. I'll try to get a picture of me shot, by myself. Thank you for sharing."
Great Aniruddha!
My pleasure. It's a fun way of giving back to my readers!"
Am so sorry, Uvi. I completely forgot doing this.
Is it possible now?
Thank you.
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You're so right, Aniruddha. And this failure of a project to come to fruition is something I experienced many times. For example, I worked for Philips Ultrasound, designing software for ultrasound machines--and Philips dismantled this 'daughter company', so the product never made it to market. Which is why what I do right now--the success of this project depends on two things: my energy to reach out, to let you know about my work, and--more importantly--your good will to spread the word.
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So what I am working on now?
First of all, my poetry and prose book Home is about to enter production, so I am listening to auditions, enjoying both the voices and the interpretations of the writing.
And second, a new book will soon be coming out... I will announce its name and unveil the cover next week. Stay tuned!
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Uvi wrote: "Aniruddha wrote: "Sad to know, your project didn't come real at that time. Hope, it will, now. "You're so right, Aniruddha. And this failure of a project to come to fruition is something I experi..."
I'll do my best, Uvi. I wish you all the very best.
Very honestly, I am not an artist at all. But, at times, I do have the urge of quenching the thirst of splashing colors on paper.It was day before, that I saw couple of A4 size papers lying on the table top, which were lying there for almost 15-20 days, unattended.
I do not know, what struck me, I picked them up, cleared off the dust and thought for few moments on, what can I sketch.
Click this link to check out the painting http://t.co/yjAogC6nfQ
I perceived the picture as – “Unconditional love, keeps hopes alive.”
Will be honored, if you could add your thoughts on this.
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It was day before, that I saw couple of A4 size papers lying on th..."
Mad Man's Artwork indeed, Anirrudha! What I love about this is that the paper and pencil presented themselves to you with an undeniable urge, which allowed you to touch base with your innermost emotions. And the painting itself is beautifully raw and dynamic, and therefore--moving!
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In this painting the woman turns her head away: she has no voice. But in my novel, Apart From Love, Anita talks loud and clear. Here is what she says:
In my defense I have this to say: When men notice me, when the lusty glint appears in their eyes, which betrays how, in their heads, they’re stripping me naked—it’s me they accuse of being indecent.
Problem is, men notice me all the time.
To hear these words in Anita's voice, click here
Listen to the whole story:
Apart From Love
Uvi wrote: "Aniruddha wrote: "Very honestly, I am not an artist at all. But, at times, I do have the urge of quenching the thirst of splashing colors on paper.It was day before, that I saw couple of A4 size ..."
Thank you very much for your wonderful review on my painting, Uvi.
I think, you will be surprised to know, that I didn't use a pencil, but Chinmayee's oil pastels to draw it, that too directly.
Apart from that, the drawing is of a tree, a man, & a woman, while both of them holding flowers; depicting love for each other and hope of reproduction. And the base of this drawing is English letter 'y'.
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Uvi wrote: "A little sketch by Rembrandt--showing the master and his students observing a model, who is posing for them onstage--inspired me to create a variation on the theme. I used the same grouping of figu..."Amazing artwork, Uvi. You are a master on this. My apologies, am yet to start reading "Apart From Love".
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Thank you so much Aniruddha. No prob, you'll get to it when the time is right, for you...
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At the end of the cab ride to Sunrise home, the silence is finally broken when my father glances at me, and his face softens, and he says, “Anita is right. I have been tearing her, inside. I need to separate what is real and what is not.”
And I say, “This here between us, this is real. And the loneliness, too.”
In return he says, “I am so sorry, Ben. I do not know what came over me tonight. I guess I was not prepared for you. Forgive me.”
Listen to Ben's voice here
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Yes! the diagonal lines of the Y are what makes the drawing dynamic. And it really helps to base the design on a familiar, simple shape. Just lovely!
Uvi wrote: "Aniruddha wrote: "Amazing artwork, Uvi. You are a master on this. My apologies, am yet to start reading "Apart From Love""Thank you so much Aniruddha. No prob, you'll get to it when the time is r..."
Much thanks, Uvi.
Uvi wrote: "Aniruddha wrote: "And the base of this drawing is English letter 'y'"Yes! the diagonal lines of the Y are what makes the drawing dynamic. And it really helps to base the design on a familiar, sim..."
Thank you so much, Uvi. Encouraging comment.
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Set upon a patch of scorching desert sand, she casts a one-eyed look at you, which masks how vulnerable she really is. Her soft flesh is shielded—and in places, nearly crushed—by her armor of bones. She is damaged: no arms, no legs, yet she accepts her pain with pride, and with regal grace. Inside and out, she carries a sense of morbidity.
As all creations, she became an independent spirit. As such, she made me wonder what had happened to her. I imagined her turning to me, with the elegant, elongated lines of her neck, to tell me her story. This was how my novella, the first story in my upcoming collection—I Am What I Am—came to be.
Twisted.
Hi Uvi,This is fabulous writing and a vivid portrait of your rich imagination. I really liked it.Thanks for sharing.
kind regards,
Koyel
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This is fabulous writing and a vivid portrait of your rich imagination. I really liked it.Thanks for sharing.
kind regards,
Koyel"
Hi Koyel, totally my pleasure! The kindle edition of Twisted just came out, I'm so excited!
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In the next few weeks I am going to roll out my new book, Twisted, in three editions: kindle, print, and audiobook. Let me give you a sneak peak of the cover, which--as always--is inspired by my art:
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This is the reality you will see through the eyes of a ghost of a woman, trying to reclaim her name by appealing to the devil; the eyes of a clay figure of a woman, about to be fired in the kiln, longing for her Creator; the eyes of a woman in the midst of a free fall, about to become a ghost; and the eyes of a feline creature with cracked fangs, trying in vain to resign herself, by hook and by crook, to being locked. These characters explore their identity, and challenge their fate.
Inspired by her art, by quotes from literature and the bible, and by the author’s professional career, these tales come from different times and places. Yet all of them share one thing in common: an unusual mind, one that is twisted. So prepare yourself: keep the lights on.
Just out! Unveil it here:
Twisted
Print edition and audiobook coming soon
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My father's poetry, which he wrote in the last two decades of his life and never shared with anyone, resonates deeply with me. It comes from a place of pain, but in addition he would add a touch of humor or sarcasm. If you belong to the exotic few, please take a look at the book. It is beautiful and the writing is exquisite.
Inspired by poetry? And, can you read Hebrew?
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Uvi wrote: "A few months ago, a pile of bones captured my fascination. Scattered across my desk, they were ashen, rather small, and of fanciful shapes. I was unable to identify the animals whose remains these ..."Amazing artwork and creativity. Am sure this one's going to be a great book, Uvi.
Uvi wrote: "In this unique collection, Uvi Poznansky brings together diverse tales, laden with shades of mystery and the macabre. There are four of them: I Am What I Am; I, Woman; The Hollow; and The One Who N..."Very intriguing. Best wishes to you, Uvi.
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Thank you so much Aniruddha! This time I'm going over to the dark side... lol
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Once a character is fully developed do you set them free or do they still dance around your mind?
My characters do not wait for me to set them free—they take the liberty to do it themselves! So yes, the dance around in my mind till I have no other recourse but write down what they say. I chase them with my pen, and the only way to slow them down is to throw an obstacle in their way, and see how they find a way around it, through it, or over it, which makes for delightful twists and turns in the plot.
Was there any research involved in your work?
Absolutely! Research is a great tool for anchoring fiction in reality, or in that which is familiar to you, by using details that give your story a ring of truth. Here—from the story I Am What I Am (included in Twisted)—is the voice of the ghost of Job’s Wife, recalling her first moments in the grave. She quotes her husband’s words (which, doing a bit of research, you can find in the biblical story):
“Job stayed with me awhile. Again and again he mumbled, in his inexplicable, pious manner, ‘Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I depart.’ Men! Always thinking of themselves! All the while there I was, flat on my back, in need of some attention, and some clothes, too!"
Do you need visual media to describe people or places? (Some authors use pics. out of magazines)
Funny you should ask! Being an artist, a poet and an author, my creativity takes me in many directions. I write with my brush, and paint with my pen.
At times I find myself listening to the voice of a sculpture I created, and writing down her story—which is what happened in the story I, Woman (included in Twisted.) Here is how it opened, described in the voice of a clay sculpture looking at the artist creating her:
“I stand here before you, not knowing my name.
The light in this place is so blinding, so intense, that as far back as I can remember, it has forced me to close my eyes. Now this is about to change. Coming out of a brilliant haze, here is her footfall. Here she is: my Creator. I am clay in her hands. Let her do with me as she pleases; for what am I to do?
Now listen, listen to that sound: the air is vibrating around her. I can feel her breast, it is heaving. I can hear her breathing in, breathing out… Yes, she is coming closer. Is she about to blow life into me? My skin starts shivering. Here, now, is her touch—
She puts a mark on me, pressing the sharp end of a chisel until it stings, it pierces me right here, under my eyelid. I shriek! I cry—but somehow no one can hear me. If I were not reduced to tears, I would pay more attention to this nagging sense, the sense of astonishment in me. Why, why can’t I be heard? Have I lost the ability to make a sound? Then I wonder, did I ever have it? And even in this crinkling, crushing silence, can’t she sense my pain?
It is not until later, when she pulls out the blade, that I become afflicted—for the first time in my life—with vision. To you, vision may be a gift, but I think it a burden. Emerging from the glow that has so far pervaded my existence, I open my eyes.”
What projects are you working on now?
Through a process of creative collaboration, two of my books are now being produces as audiobooks! It is an amazing feeling, to have your characters not only spring out of your mind, but have versatile and resounding voices. As you know, both poetry and song—anything with meter and rhyme—are easily remembered through listening and reciting. And long before we could read and write, we passed our sagas on through story telling. This is where I am right now! What can I tell you but this: I live in a charmed world!
My earlier works—Apart From Love (narrated by David Kudler and Heather Jane Hogan) and A Favorite Son (narrated by David Kudler) have been highly praised, which spurs me onward and upward: so now, Home, my poetry book, will come out later this summer as an audiobook, narrated by the talented film actress Kathy Bell Denton. At the same time Twisted, my collection of dark tales, will also come out as an audiobook, narrated by the gifted voice actress Heather Jane Hogan.
You can find this interview here
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Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,862 Paid in Kindle Store
Also, it shows up in the author's rank:
A big hug to all of you who downloaded it today! My characters, Ben and Anita, are giving you a little nod...
Uvi wrote: "Today was a good day for me! Fifty eight readers bought the ebook edition copies of Apart From Love: it shows up in the book best seller's rank:Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,862 Paid in Kindle Stor..."
Awesome news, Uvi! Congratulations!
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Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,862 Paid in..."
Awesome it is! Thank you so much Aniruddha
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Ok, ice breakers:
Guilty pleasure?
Chocolate…
What kind of book do you read in your spare time?
Anything goes: poetry, drama, novels, short stories…
Ok, now let’s dig a little deeper with something that others would be surprised to know about you.
You may have seen my art, but do you know about my animations? If you visit my Amazon author page, you will find two of them under the subtitle Author Video (on the right-hand side, about the middle of the page.) Check it out here: Amazon Author Page
Where did you find the most support as far as your writing goes?
You may be surprised by my answer: Fellow authors! I spend a lot of time reaching out to readers, and in the process I engage with a great number of authors. Promoting your work is incredibly hard for those of us who are not celebrities, those who start in obscurity. But I have learned one thing: in these conditions, the more you give–the more you receive! If you share the work of a fellow authors you admire, they are likely to share yours; if you retweet what they say, they are likely to return the favor. Mutual support is a win-win proposition.
That is great advice to us Indie writers. Uvi, do you consider writing a career or a hobby?
No–I see it as a passion! Which is why a work in such a relentless manner to reach out to readers. I believe, with all my heart, in my work. When my characters are in your hands, when you lift them off the page and let them take shape in your mind, it simply thrills me.
Wow, your love of writing is very evident. How would you describe your writing style?
Great question, and one I was never asked before! I simply write the way I think, so it’s a bit difficult for me to define my own style, because it requires me to step out of my skin… But I can quote several of the reviewers, who say my writing is ‘lyrical’, and inspired with an ‘artistic’ insight. Here, for example, is the opening of an Amazon review by Dolores Ayotte:
“There is a quality so deep and raw in Apart from Love that it’s almost impossible to put this book down. In my opinion, Uvi Poznansky writes like a painter. She starts with a clean canvas and dabs a little paint here and a little paint there as she develops her characters and creates her masterpiece. Her strokes then become broader, more passionate, more vivid and vibrant as she continues to let her characters’ stories unfold. She draws you in to a deeper level than you might actually want to go as she ignites the fire to your own love, passions, and fears.”
So like any artist has a muse, was there something that inspired you to write Apart From Love?
Over a year ago I wrote a short story about a twelve years old boy coming face to face, for the first time in his life, with the sad spectacle of death in the family. The title of the story is Only An Empty Dress. In it, Ben watches his father trying to revive his frail grandma, and later he attempts the same technique on the fish tilting upside down in his new aquarium.
“I cannot allow myself to weep. No, not now. So I wipe the corner of my eye. Now if you watch closely, right here, you can see that the tail is still crinkling. I gasp, and blow again. I blow and blow, and with a last-gasp effort I go on blowing until all is lost, until I don’t care anymore, I mean it, I don’t care but the tears, the tears come, they are starting to flow, and there is nothing, nothing more I can do—”
I set the story aside, thinking I was done with it. But the character of the boy, Ben, came back to me and started chatting, chatting, chatting in my head. It became the seed of my just-published novel Apart from Love. In writing it I asked myself, what if I ‘aged’ him by fifteen years? Where would he be then? Would he still admire his father as a hero, or will he be disillusioned at that point? What secrets would come to light in the life of this family? How would it feel for Ben to come back to his childhood home, and have his memories play tricks on him? What if I introduce a girl, Anita, a
redhead who looks as beautiful as his mother used to be, but is extremely different from her in all other respects? And what if this girl were married to his father? What if the father were an author, attempting to capture the thoughts, the voices of Ben and Anita, in order to write his book? So the process of writing became, for me, simply listening to the characters and trying, as fast as I could, to capture their thoughts. My role as an author was merely suggesting a place, coming up with the stage set and illuminating it as appropriate for the time of day, and allowing the characters to describe what they see and to act out their passions and fears.
Yes, I believe in listening to the characters and letting them write the story, and keeping up with their thoughts can be tricky. What other aspects of writing Apart From Love did you find challenging?
The hardest part was daring to break the rules, and in that decision,
relying on the internal rationale of the story. Most books have a set of rules for literary style and for punctuation marks in order to distinguish ‘pure narration’ from ‘dialogue’. But in Apart From Love, the story is told entirely from the point of view of the characters–to the point that my voice as the writer is nearly silent. Therefore, the punctuation, or the rhythm of the story, should follow the way they utter sentences and breathe in-between. So by design, Anita had to become a sharp contrast to both Lenny and his son, Ben. She is an antidote, if you will, to their refined, complex hesitations. Her grammar, therefore, is utterly atrocious… I couldn’t just drop in a double negative here and there, because that would be more even more jarring, so I dropped it in quite liberally… I threw in the word ‘like’ in every one of her paragraphs, just for good measure, and had loads of fun with the way she talks!
So you set your characters free and they brought the story to life. What else did you learn from this experience?
I learned that to anchor fiction, to make it true, you must weave in a lot of facts. This is particularly important to establish the setting: the time and place of your story. In my novel, Anita is surrounded by yellowing pictures, besieged by forgotten history, which must seem distant to her, because it belongs to others. So, if you had to design a movie set to bring this situation to life, what furniture would you use? What objects would you place on the furniture? How old would these objects be? Whose style do they reflect? How would these objects appear in daylight? In the dark? In what ways would the sight and sound of them create a mood for the characters? I chose all the objects in the story to reflect a dated taste–that of the previous
wife, Natasha–so as to force Anita into surviving in a world that she had no hand in creating. Here is one of the earlier descriptions of her use of the coffee percolator:
"Now there she stands, by the counter, measuring the coarsely ground coffee, one tablespoon then another, right into the basket of our coffee percolator. He groans, which sounds like a bubble over a flame."
The Clock appears numerous times, at daylight and at all hours of the night, to punctuate a mood of anticipation. So you know that when it would finally ring its alarm, it would bring the characters to an abrupt halt. Of course, it is not a digital clock–much too sleek and simple!–but an old alarm clock with the little hammer on top:
"Under the glass crystal, the black hand moves around the dial, from one minute mark to the next. It advances with a measured beat, the beat of loss, life, fear…
At first, all’s black around me—except for the two luminous tips, which mark the hands of the alarm clock down there, in the hall…
For him, all them sounds are being drowned out by the tick, the incessant tick, tick, tick of the old alarm clock. The little hammer on top of it is idle, and so is the twin bells. They’re just hanging there, left and right of the hammer, reflecting this whole room, and the piano, and us, too. We seem so unlike ourselves, bent out of shape in their brass finish. So tense, so distorted, so small."
Uvi, your answers are very moving. I would love to hear how you decided on the title for Apart From Love.
I have give a lot of thought to the use of the word Love. It is used sparingly in the novel. It is so rare that when it is finally uttered, its power is surprising. The theme of the book is the fear we all have, men and women alike: the fear of coming out to the open with our most intimate feelings, and risking rejection and pain.
“I cannot make up my mind whether it has been a mistake, I mean, just standing there in confusion, facing her, saying nothing—when in fact, in spite of what she may think, I had it: really, I had the words right there, at the tip of my tongue, to tell Anita how desperately I want her. There is no need, no need, no need to torture myself. This woman is not for me.
No, I repeat, not for me. I am lucky, so lucky I have managed restrain myself, somehow, and bite my lips. Nothing has been said, nothing surrendered.
For my own sake I should have been much more careful. Now—even in her absence—I find myself in her hands, which feels strange to me. I am surrounded— and at the same time, isolated. I am alone. I am apart from Love.”
Was there a special scene that spoke to you the most?
Oh, that’s like asking who is your favorite child… So here is one of them. In this scene, Ben imagines his mother at the crucial point, when the doctors finally come up with the diagnosis of what ails her: Alzheimer’s.
"I picture her staring at the black-and-white image of her brain, not quite understanding what they are telling her. The doctors, they point out the overall loss of brain tissue, the enlargement of the ventricles, the abnormal clusters between nerve cells, some of which are already dying, shrouded eerily by a net of frayed, twisted strands. They tell her about the shriveling of the cortex, which controls brain functions such as remembering and planning. And that is the moment when in a flash, mom can see clearly, in all shades of gray blooming there, on that image, how it happens, how her past and her future are slowly, irreversibly being wiped away—until she is a woman, forgotten."
I love the descriptive and romantic quality of your writing. Do you find yourself wanting go back and add or change anything about Apart From Love?
No, I would not change a word.
And that’s incredible!
So what can we look forward to from you in the future?
I am planning to come out with a new book very soon, perhaps as soon as two months from now. It is still forming, I keep adding and changing, and I keep coming up with new possibilities for the title. Last night, it was I AM (and other strange stories); this morning it was Twisted Yarn; and now I think that just Twisted will do…
The book will include a novella called I Am What I Am, and other stories with the same feel of a hyper reality and a twisted, strange character. Please stay tuned…
Twisted…I like that! Can’t wait to see what you come up with next!
Uvi, it has been a definite pleasure learning more about you. Thank you for sharing with me!
Read the interview here.
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"Uvi Poznansky has that enviable ability to push paint and words into that category of combining reality with fantasy, myth with story, tradition with contemporary sidebars. She has ably accomplished that in The Favorite Son, drawing upon the Biblical tale of Isaac and his twin sons by his late birthing wife Rebecca--Jacob and Esau."
--Grady Harp (Hall of Fame Top 50 Reviewervine Voice)
"Her ability to reconfigure one of the most indomitable tales is simply genius. Written with a mild hand, but with a punch to the gut simultaneously-is intense, and will provide discussion and thought long after the close of the final page."
--Amazon reviewer
"This story is like a kaleidoscope - with every turn of the page the focus changes and we shift our concentration on a different aspect of the tale."
--Amazon reviewer
Then, the interview:
How did this retelling of a famous story come about? What was the process?
I wrote a short story called "Lentil Soup", in which Yankle gives voice to the bitter rivalry between him and his brother. By the end of the story, he manages to score a minor victory, which--on the flip side--costs both of them their former friendship. Unlike other characters I have written, this one would not let go, so the story turned into a first chapter; by the end of the second chapter, he insisted he had more to say...And being stubborn, he demanded more attention after the third chapter. So what could I do but keep on going?
What do you hope people will get out of your version of the story?
I hope we will reflect on the emotional forces at work in our own families. This story holds up a mirror, in which we can see the truth about greed, love, and the bond we have with our fathers and brothers.
The interview can be read here.
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Take a listen to a voice clip from her audition, here .
I find her self-depracating humor quite touching. Here are a few things she says about herself:
★ "I sing in the car. Loudly. I’m that woman you see on the highway, belting out tunes as if she were on stage somewhere and blissfully unconcerned that other people on the highway can see me."
★ "I love roller coasters. The more twisty-turny-upside-down-back-and-forth-hair-raising, the better."
★ "In 1999, I went skydiving. I’ll never forget it. It wasn’t what I expected. I thought it would be exhilarating; that I would land and shout something like, “WOO HOO!!”… but… at least for me, it was more of an overwhelming experience. Afterwards, I just wanted to sit and contemplate my belly button."
★ In 2003 and 2004 I won the NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), hosted by http://www.nanowrimo.org. They host a challenge every year during the month of November for you to write a novel. It doesn’t have to be good, no one reads it for proof (the contest is honor-based) – but you have to write 50,000 words in one month (the definition of a novel). It’s a great and challenging exercise, even if you’re not a writer.
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Which makes me take a step forward, fumbling to find the right tone, the right words but at the same time, crying, “What? You’re talking to mom? Where—where is she? Give me, let me talk to her—”
For a moment, his eyes seem to pop right out of their sockets, and his face reddens in embarrassment, as if he has just been caught in a covert little hideaway, committing some shocking, scandalous sin. He freezes, with the handset suspended in midair. Then slowly, and with full intention, he sets it down in its cradle, and stays there guarding the thing, which is still clasped firmly in his hand.
“What is that? What are you doing?” I plead. “Mom is back! It has been a long time, five years I think, since I heard her voice—”
“Yes,” he says. “It has been that: five years. But first, we need to talk—"
"We,” I insist, “have nothing to talk about. All I know is, mom is back from her tour.” And with that I leap forward and try to snatch the thing, I yank it right out of his hold; which is when he pounces on me, and his knuckles turn bone-white around my arm, and I feel him gripping me tightly, until it hurts. I have forgotten how strong he is.
"Listen,” says my father, between clenched teeth. “Listen to me! It is about her.”
By now I am yowling in distress, “What? What the hell do you mean? What is it, about mom?”
And so he releases me. “You better sit down,” he says. “It is something you need to hear.”
For a moment I consider the pleasure I could get out of arguing with him over whether or not I should sit, and what does he know about me, about what I need, or about anything else, for that matter—but then I take control of myself and, noting that there is no chair here, in the hall, I just clear some papers off the console table, and stand there, with my back to it, leaning against its edge.
All the while I consider what to say, and how to stay on the attack, before he can come out—as I know he will—and give me some bad news.
And so, I charge him, “It is always secrets with you. I hate you for that."
Which, to my surprise, he accepts. "I hate it too,” he admits. “Having to have secrets."
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And me, I even became angry, madly angry at that unseen woman, whose voice pierced me. She roared, arousing something in my heart which was so annoying, so alarming, so crazed even—until at last I thought, Enough! Just shut the hell up! Why isn’t nothing being done here, I mean like, anything to silence her! Slap the madwoman! Restrain her! Strap her in a straightjacket! This is a clinic, after all! Tie her up, so she can’t stir up trouble no more!
And on that note, all of a sudden it came to me: somehow I knew, right then, that she was no other—no one else but me."
Anita in Apart From Love
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The light in this place is so blinding, so intense, that for as long as I can remember, it has forced me to close my eyes. Now this is about to change. Coming out of a brilliant haze, here she is: My Creator. I am clay in her hands. Let her do with me as she pleases; for what am I to do?
Now listen, listen to that sound: The air is vibrating around her; I can feel her breast heaving. Is she about to blow life into me? Here it is, here is her touch—
She puts a mark on me, pressing the sharp end of a chisel until it pierces the center of my eye. I shriek! I cry without a sound. It is not until she pulls out the blade, that I become afflicted—for the first time in my life—with vision. Emerging from the glow that has so far pervaded my existence, I open my eyes.
The haze is gone. There is not much to see around me. Here is a dim place. A place of doubt. Clutter. Confusion. From this point on, I start sensing shadows..."
So starts one of the strangest stories I have ever written... Take a look at female figure in my sculpture, and then listen, because it is in her voice that the story is told.
Once the original clay model arrives in the foundry, it is dismembered: below you can see the dismembered lower part of the male dancer of the clay model for my sculpture (seen in full, above, in bronze.) A 'negative' of the parts is created, a mold, ready for pouring of molten bronze. Having witnessed this process, which takes as long as six weeks from the time the clay model arrives and a bronze sculpture is ready, made me think about death and rebirth, which is what this story--now included in my book Twisted--is about.
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Submitted by the dedicated (and tireless) Erika Goodkin Domingue of Literati Consulting, here is a new, just published press release:
May 15, 2013, Los Angeles (FPRC /LiteratiConsulting/) --- Acclaimed American-Jewish author Uvi Poznansky has released a new book! The work, entitled A Favorite Son, retells the biblical story of Jacob and his mother Rebecca as they come to terms with the passing of the elderly Isaac. The story reflects a modern-day version of the characters as they plot to take control of their family’s power and inheritance...
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Israeli-American Releases New Book of Biblical Fiction
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This week I have the incredible honor of being featured on Mcv Egan's blog, for an entire week!
My first article was this: Why History is the Agreed Upon Lie .
Today's article is this: Three Sisters with a Colorful History :
"Having fled from Poland during World War II, the three Rosenblatt sisters arrived in Paris, where they discovered glamor, or at least the chance for it.
They bleached their hair super blond, so as to put the shtetl, and the horrors they must have suffered, right out of their mind, along with the old way of life.
Around the same time, they changed their names to Brigitte, Monique, and Veronique. Along with their names, they threw out a few other things which had failed to serve them: their long, dark skirts, and their modesty.
Wearing frilly underwear and black stockings, they auditioned for a show at a nightclub, a highly acclaimed nightclub called the Folies Bergère—only to be rejected, because sadly, their dance routine was too nice and conservative; which made them furious, and even more driven to make it.
So with clenched teeth, they learned how to lift their skirts, and flap them about in a highly erotic, flirtatious manner. After several months of hard, painstaking work, the three sisters finally became an overnight sensation.
They ended up joining a cheaply produced show in the nightclub district of Montmartre. Their fame spread. They became known for their fancy cancan costumes, which left them practically naked."
In my contemporary fiction novel titled Apart From Love, the three Rosenblatt sisters have a colorful history. I invite you to listen to the voice of one of them, the acid-eyed aunt Hadassa--narrated by the gifted actor David Kudler--in a letter she writes to Ben, her nephew. You haven’t lived until you’ve heard an aged Jewish lady singing Bryan Adams...
Listen to her voice here.
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Lying still in a corner of the cave, I try my best not to rattle, not to betray my fear. I figure, as long as they think me unconscious, I am safe. I have jolted awake because of the voices, only to discover they are incoherent and muffled. In between the gusts of wind, I can hear them hissing. Each phrase plays out in some verbose foreign music, which I cannot decipher for the life of me. Sigh. This is not Aramaic for sure, or any of the other languages spoken by the locals in my village or by the merchants traveling through along the Jordan river.
At this moment I find myself overwhelmed, turned inside out by a sense of suspicion. Something has been taken away from me. My breath? My name? Identity? Who am I, then?
After an eternity, the confusion in my head starts clearing up. The air is steaming hot. It feels as if I have been dunked in some thick, dark soup. I stare at the blackness. I listen. I catch a word here and there, and somehow I get it. No longer is it Greek to me. Or perhaps it is.
“But why? What is she to you?” says a trembling, shrill voice. “Why even come here for her? Just a tramp, is what she is.”
And in grumble—louder than the whirlwind—another voice says, “Now, who are you to ask?”
“Forgive me... I am nothing, nothing before you. Crush me if you will. I am dust, dust under your feet... But you, you have more important things to do. Let her rot.”
“Gird up now your loins like a man; for I will demand of you, and you shall answer me. Where were you when I laid the foundations of this realm? Declare, if you have any understanding!”
“I am nothing... Nothing but dust—”
“Who has laid the measures thereof, if you know? Or who has stretched the line upon it?”
“I bow,” the thin voice trembles. “I bow before you. Oh please, forgive me.”
And splosh! I hear the poor devil plodding away, wading through some slush.
A minute later, the footfalls of the other march up the road in the other direction, until finally the ground under me stops rumbling.
So I turn on my belly and crawl, finding my way in the dark, till at last I peek out—if only by a nose—through the mouth of the cave. Which allows me, for the first time, to take in the view.
Job's wife in Twisted
Here is a woman who has only one line in the Book of Job. Her entire history has been lost, with the exception of the words, "Curse God and Die." Did she love her husband and wished his torture to stop--or else, was she tired of him, and saw him as a burden? Even her death is not recorded; all we know is that by the end of the book, there is a 'happy ending' where Job has a new wife and a new set of kids in place of the once that were stricken down by Satan.
So in my story, she wakes up in Hell. Here is the opening, where she is listening to a conversation between Satan and one of the other poor devils. By a twist, Satan's words are a 'replay' of God's words to Job. So now I invite you to listen to the voice clip, narrated by The wonderfully gifted Heather Jane Hogan:
Listen here .
This is a small bronze sculpture in which I tried to depict the first yawn of the day.
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You're asking me to put here in writing, once more,
All that I lost, my esteemed counselor?
And just when you might expect that he is making a list of physical properties that were confiscated by the Nazi regime, the poem takes a turn: when he describes his father's gold watch, it is the entire life of his family that is reflected in the glass lids. This is what he demands to get back--not the value of the physical thing.
Check out the post here: Reparations
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★★★★★ A sensitive melding of poetry, prose, and art, July 5, 2013
By Grady Harp (Los Angeles, CA United States)
(TOP 50 REVIEWER) (VINE VOICE) (HALL OF FAME REVIEWER) (REAL NAME)
Uvi Poznansky is an Israeli born American poet, writer and artist who seems to have a gift to express her thoughts in myriad ways, ways so diverse in nature that the only constant is excellence! Her previous books - APART FROM LOVE, A FAVORITE SON, HOME, and the Hebrew edition ROPES, SEPARATION, TEAR - all manage to incorporate her stunning visual art as either the cover or as inner additive drawing or simply as the matrix on which she draws the thread that unites each of the themes of her books.
In TWISTED Uvi Poznansky takes out her loom and weaves mysterious tapestries that include humor, angst, the unknown, the dark, and always a permutation of love. The One Who Never Leaves is a touching tale about a cat and her keeper, The Hollow steps into that disparate world of the beyond - of finding needs unmet in proximity and not tangible, I, a Woman allows us to enter the creative space of creating a figure out of clay. In the midst of her stories is a bipartite poem/conversation and images of some of Poznansky's art.
For this reader, the title TWISTED suggests harshness or unexpected turns that terrify. But that is not what happens on entering this space. Yes, the ideas seem from a different realm of non-reality, but they are so immaculately constructed that each work becomes a little treasure to visit repeatedly. For this reader that is not `twisted' - that is kaleidoscopic!
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Your story is extremely rich in detail and in content. Where does one learn to write like that?
Writers that captivate you have a way with the pen, they can sweep you off your feet and into the page, into the story, to a different time and place. So, how do we do it? Like Yogi Berra used to say, you can see a lot just by looking. For example, when Anita stands on the Santa Monica peer, and spots her husband out there, in a sea-food restaurant, with another woman--you can be sure that I have studied every detail about the restaurant--especially the menu--by going online and selecting the dishes Anita might wish to remember. Here is her voice:
"I could see the slice of lime on the lip of his glass, and closed my eyes—but still, was blocked from smelling it. I tried, in vain, to bring back the touch of salt around the rim, and the scent of butter on mashed potatoes, and the meaty flavor of wild mushrooms, and the pleasure you get with every gulp of hot, thick clam chowder. I could almost lick the spoon, and pinch the bread, and wipe the bowl with it, ‘cause I had known all that. Me, I had been there with him, like, a lifetime ago."
Your characters seem to come to life on the page; they capture us with the anguish and heartbreak of real life. As a writer, how did you get to know your characters: Lenny, Ben, Anita and Natasha?
The characters sprung to life so vividly because they were living in my head for a whole year. The story is told from two points of view, Ben’s and Anita’s, which gave me an opportunity to illustrate how the same events, seen from different angles and through difference experiences in life, are interpreted in an entirely different way.
Anita, the girl in the center of this whirlwind of passion in Apart From Love, had to become a sharp contrast to both Lenny and his son, Ben. Unlike their refined, learned grammar, hers is utterly atrocious... I couldn't just drop in a double negative here and there, so I dropped it in quite liberally... I threw in the word ‘like’ in every one of her paragraphs, just for good measure, and had wicked fun with the way she talks!
Natasha, Ben's mother in my novel Apart From Love, has few lines of dialogue--and yet she leaves a profound, sometimes troubling affect on the other characters. When she appears in the story, it is to mark the distance between what she is and what she used to be, a distance that is expanding in time. Her first line of dialogue, when she asks her husband, "Are you having a thing again," can give you the first inkling you get that words started to escape her.
Music plays a part in your story. Do you listen to music while you write? Where do you go to write?
When I start writing I jot little notes to myself where ever inspiration strikes. But as I go deeper into the writing process, I find myself at home, with my laptop, and the hours fly by. I start early morning, and after what seems like a minute, I realize it’s already time for dinner!
In Apart From Love, I introduced a white piano into the story. The mere presence of this instrument in Ben’s apartment suggested a variety of scenes, such as the musical duet in chapter 18. Now, how would you go about writing a duet, when your knowledge about playing the piano is nothing but a faint memory from the age of six? I found several ways of learning the intricate details. I watched numerous videos of playing a duet on the piano, studied every note of how to play ‘The entertainer’ --and as a result, wrote this. Here is Ben’s voice:
"And before this phrase fades out Anita straightens her back, and places her hand on the keys. Then, to my astonishment, she plays the next phrase of music, this time with raw, intense force, which I never knew existed in her, bringing it to the verge of destruction, making it explode all around me. And I, in turn, explode with the following one, because how can I let her outdo me? I am, after all, The Entertainer..."
Alzheimers certainly plays a critical role in your novel. Can you tell us about any personal experiences or research that you did to bring this subject into your story?
I knew the impact of Alzheimer’s, of how is robs the patients mind and leave a shell behind, from watching the last year of my father’s life, and also from visiting patients in a home--but in addition, I did extensive research about how it is diagnosed, how do you solve the problem of placing a loved one at such a home, and the emotional roller-coaster ride of blame and guilt that takes place in a family. I even looked up medical analysis of brain images, which allowed me to write this about Natasha:
"The doctors, they point out the overall loss of brain tissue, the enlargement of the ventricles, the abnormal clusters between nerve cells, some of which are already dying, shrouded eerily by a net of frayed, twisted strands. They tell her about the shriveling of the cortex, which controls brain functions such as remembering and planning.
And that is the moment when in a flash, mom can see clearly, in all shades of gray blooming there, on that image, how it happens, how her past and her future are slowly, irreversibly being wiped away—until she is a woman, forgotten."
You had a very unique way of telling the story in Apart From Love. Can you tell us about the decision process that was involved when you first thought of how you would write it?
In any task you undertake, you often hear the advice: start at the beginning, continue down the middle, and finish at the end. Writing is no different. Problem is, as you advance diligently down that path, you may find--to your surprise--that you are getting better, more proficient at your craft. Suddenly the opening of this chapter sounds so much catchier than the previous one; and the ending more powerful. Which requires constant re-evaluation and reworking of previous chapters. So in my opinion, the process of writing is Cyclical. By the time I completed the last chapter of Apart From Love, I knew I had to discard--or at least, restructure--the first chapter.
The story gained speed and purpose when right in the middle of writing it I stopped, and turned to write the last chapter, called ‘Editorial Notes’ which is appended at the end. In this chapter, a character called Mr. Bliss comes to visit the Santa Monica Apartment after Ben and Anita have left the place for good. The description given by Mr. Bliss provided the ‘stage set’ for the last scene: the white piano is gone, and the mirror lies broken on the bedroom floor. How would these things happen? I did not know yet, but now I had the end waiting for me.
We also have learned that you have been an artist, architect, poet and software engineer. How has these other careers influenced your novel writing?
Being an artist is tightly-coupled with the way I see the world, and the way I write. One of the reviewers of Apart From Love wrote this about me: “Uvi starts with a clean canvas and dabs a little paint here and a little paint there as she develops her characters and creates her masterpiece. Her strokes then become broader, more passionate, more vivid and vibrant as she continues to let her characters' stories unfold. She draws you in to a deeper level than you might actually want to go as she ignites the fire to your own love, passions, and fears.”
Through the use of rhyme and rhythm, the words in poetry become overlaid with meanings, and so they impact you, they evoke feelings and thoughts. Which is what I bring from my poetry into my prose, into Apart from love. I listen for the rhythm of speech, the way we all stumble over our words when overcome by emotions, and then, I write the dialog in Apart From Love in the voice of my characters, in the rhythm of their breathing.
Now my previous reincarnations--my master degree in Architecture, my master degree in Computer science, and the work experience in both fields, are invaluable to me when writing. For example, as a software engineer I developed software for medical devices, including ultrasound machine. Which allowed me now to write the scene with Anita watching the ultrasound image of her baby:
“With a soft, squelching sound, little specs glitter in the dark fluid. And there—just behind them specs—something moves! Something catches the light and like, wow! For a second there I can swear I see a hand: My baby’s hand waving, then turning to float away. This isn’t exactly what I’ve expected, ‘cause like, not only is that fluid kinda see-through—but to my surprise, so is the little hand. Like, you can spot not only the faint outline of flesh on them, but the shine of the bones coming at you, too.”
There is more of the interview (if you did not have enough of this by now...) here: The Criterion
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In the world of writing, you meet many people. Some are story tellers, people who have wonderful plot lines and fantasies that run through their minds, who jot down words and tell of adventures and far away lands. Some are observers of the world around them and of human nature and write of their experience in a way that teaches others lessons from their own lives. And then there are the select few who write directly from their souls, the ones who paint a canvas with words that reach inside your heart and turn you around. They open your eyes and make you see people, places and situations in a different way than you would have and, ultimately, they change your life. Uvi Poznansky is one of those writers and she doesn't just spread her magic in ink, but in paint as well. I am proud and blessed to have her on my blog. And, now, enough of my introduction! Here is Uvi.
Interview with
Uvi Poznansky
Author of
Apart From Love, Home, A Favorite Son, and Twisted
You are a poet and an artist as well as an author. Although all three can go hand in hand, tell us how and if they feed off of the other to help you create.
When you meet a new person, you register not only the way she looks, but also the tone of her voice, the way it fluctuates in sadness and in joy... So in a similar way, when I conjure up a new character, she expresses herself in my mind in many sensual ways. It is not just her voice that I write, not just her angle on events throughout the plot--but her look too, and the way she moves, which I not only describe, but often paint or sculpt. And the opposite is true, too: when I sculpt a piece, which may take several months to complete, an intimate relationship develops between the figures and me, so they begin to have a voice. This is what happened with my dancers in the sculpture Dust You Gather Me, which was inspired by my poem, Dust, which starts with his voice:
From dust you gather me
I beg you on my knee
Look away—imagine me,
The way I used to be
Now shadows spread upon me
Stain by stain
I shiver. Touch me, heal me
Make me whole again
The poem ends--or rather, it closes the loop--with her voice:
I will not let you blur
These traces in my mind
Of the way we were
Our limbs entwined
I miss you, still resist you,
Forgive me, for I must
Gather you so gently
From the dust.
Having taken the sculpture to the foundry to cast her in bronze, where she would be dismembered and later reconnected, I was literally compelled to write her story about death and rebirth. Both the poem and her story are now part of my new book, Twisted.
You have written several books. Pick one and tell me why you choose it first and what's it about. I know all your books are special to you, but what made this one stand out in your mind?
Of my four books, let me introduce Twisted, my newest work. It starts with Job’s wife waking up in Hell, and hearing a voice, Satan’s voice, saying, “Gird up now your loins like a man; for I will demand of you, and you shall answer me. Where were you when I laid the foundations of this realm? Declare, if you have any understanding!” You may be surprised to realize that each and every one of Satan's words in that dialog are quotes from the words of God, lifted out of God's reply to Job (in the Book of Job.) As you may know, Job suffers pointlessly, yet he bites his lips so as not to resort to cursing God. But in the end he breaks down. He breaks his silence and challenges God to answer for the apparent lack of divine justice. So God says, basically, Who are you to question me, as a mere mortal you understand nothing, nill! I'm the boss!" In Twisted Satan uses these words, the devil that he is, to establish that, like God, he is the boss in Hell. There is a parallel between them.
Readers who are familiar with the book of Job will immediately recognize these sentences. Initially they may assume this is God talking--until they have a rude awakening, which is intentionally provocative. In the audiobook edition, which is about to come out soon, my narrator will give his voice a little goat-like cackle, which may serve to offer a hint. This is not God talking, but the Prince of Darkness.
To read the entire interview go here:
Interview with Uvi Poznansky: The Voice of A Writer, Poet and Artist
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Would you believe that writing biblically inspired books is a risky proposition?
Let me suggest to you that it is. Why?
Because some of your readers may have only a vague recollection of the reference material, back from their days in Sunday school. Others may be totally unfamiliar with it, because they may come from a different culture altogether. So you have to introduce enough of the original story to the readers, and you better do it in a fresh way, one that highlights the immediacy of its meaning. Here, for example, is the voice of Yankle (based on the biblical Jacob) in my book A Favorite Son:
“When I sprinkle my secret blend of spices; here, take a sniff, can you smell it? When I chop these mouthwatering sun-dried tomatoes, add a few cloves of garlic for good measure, and let it all sizzle with lentils and meat—it becomes so scrumptious, so lipsmacking, finger-licking, melt-in-your-mouth good!
There is a certain ratio of flavors, a balance that creates a feast for the tongue and a delight for the mind; and having mastered that balance, with a pinch of imported cumin from the north of Persia, a dash of Saffron from the south of Egypt, I can tell you one thing: When the pot comes to a full bubbling point, and the aroma of the stew rises up in the air—it would make you dribble! Drive you to madness! For a single bite, you would sell your brother, if only you had one!”
By design, his voice is a direct and intimate one, letting you get close enough to taste, or at least to smell the aroma of his lentil soup. Not only that, but the ‘you’ in this passage is not just the preverbial you.
Rather (as is revealed later) it is a character with a complex emotional relationship to the main character: his firstborn, who at the conclusion of the story is just about to fool Yankle in a most devastating way, by letting him believe that Joseph, his favorite son, has been devoured by a wild beast.
No wonder Yankle has a dark side. Here he is, pondering the bitterness of sibling rivalry, and the abuse of an elderly father by his son, which perpetuate themselves here from one generation to the next:
“It is an odd feeling. Have you ever faced it? Being dead to someone you envy; someone you miss, too; someone who knows you intimately and, even worse, has the chutzpa to occupy your thoughts day in, day out. It grinds down on your nerves; doesn’t it? Trust me, being dead to your brother is not all that it is cracked up to be, but it does set you free—oh, don’t act so surprised! It frees you from any lingering sense of obligation. Brother, you say to yourself. What does it mean, Brother? Nothing more than a pang, a dull pang in your heart.
You have betrayed him. Accept his hate. You need not talk to him ever again. For the rest of your life, you are free! A stranger— that is what you are. A stranger, visited from time to time by dreams: Dreams about the mother you will never see again, and the father you left behind, on his deathbed. Dreams of waiting, waiting so eagerly for the next day, to meet your brother at the end of an endless exile. Dreams of grappling with him all night long, until the crack of dawn. Until your ankles give way. Until you lose your footing on the ground.
Then, rising up to take you is the darkness of the earth; which is where you wake up at sunrise to find yourself alone.”
Some of your readers may be well versed with the reference material, and for them, you better offer an extra layer of meaning. For example, in the passage above, the sentence “Dreams of grappling with him all night long, until the crack of dawn. Until your ankles give way“ is an allusion to Jacob grappling with the angel, the night before he meets his brother after years of estrangement. In the biblical story, this is symbolic of Jacob struggling with God. But in my modern interpretation, this is symbolic of Yankle struggling with his curse, the loneliness in which is he is stranded, now that his brother is his enemy.
A Favorite Son does not amplify what the bible says. In fact, it offers a secular point of view, and a mirror to our souls. To me, the bible is rife with drama, sex, and violence, which makes it a rich source, a place to explore the truth about ourselves, about our struggle between the angels and demons inside all of us. My Yankle is no hero, no one you might want to revere. Instead, he is a rebellious teenager, a sly smart-ass about to cheat his father. Which may well offend some readers, especially those who make the mistake to expect nothing more that an expansion of the original story. To such readers, my book may be seen as nothing less than blasphemy.
So? What do you think? Is writing biblically inspired books is a risky proposition?
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In the interview, I offer an excerpt from Twisted, to illustrate the research I do for the locales of my books. Here is the except:
"So I turn on my belly and crawl, finding my way in the dark, till at last I peek out—if only by a nose—through the mouth of the cave. Which allows me, for the first time, to take in the view.
It is breathtaking—not only because of the deep ravines slashing back and forth across the landscape, or the thick trunks of trees twining their roots one over the other, clinging forcefully to the rocky ledges; not only because of the volcanoes towering over the horizon, or the fine lava streams marbling the flesh of the earth, or that landmark, that pillar of salt beckoning me from afar, or the little flame dancing over there, then here, licking my knees—ouch!—or the bubbling of swamps along the winding path. No, it is breathtaking because to my amazement, I recognize this place.
A crimson glow is coming from below, as if an enormous sun is buried here, deep under the coals upon which I am crouching. If not for the eery glow, this is the valley cradling my village.
A perfect copy of the land of Uz.
If I squint hard, aiming my gaze faraway to the foot of that volcano, I think I can spot the familiar outlines of houses. They belong to the rich among us. Between them I look for an interval. There must lie the village square. And I know, without really seeing it, that falling to pieces on the other side—where the poor folk live—is our shack. The place where we lived, Job and I, in such misery during the last year. "
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Sucked in by a force, I'm flying through a tunnel
The tunnel of memory that leads me back home
The past blurs my present, so my vision is double
The walls and the ceiling curve into a dome
From here I can see my home, tilting
And falling from place, all the lamps are aflame
My father's empty chair is slowly ascending
Tipped by the light, outlining its frame
This is the opening poem from my book, Home, and the preparatory sketch for its cover, both originating from the same place, the same vision in my mind. I find it so magical that through a creative collaboration with a wonderful actress, Kathy Bell Denton, the words--and the vision--come alive through her voice.
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Home, narrated by Kathy Bell Denton
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There was no money, and of the seven thousand sheep, three thousand camels, five hundred yoke of oxen and five hundred donkeys we used to own, not a single one was left. Nothing you could offer them for payment; alas, nothing left to sustain the customary expression of grief. Sigh.
Job stayed with me awhile. Again and again he mumbled, in his inexplicable, pious manner, “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I depart.” Men! Always thinking of themselves! All the while there I was, flat on my back, in need of some attention, and some clothes, too!
Finally he left the gravesite. I waited, waited until the sound of his footfalls had shuffled away—oh, how well I knew this tortured gait of his!—until it too was gone.
Job's wife in Twisted
The biblical Book of Job never tells you what happened to Job's wife, nor does it give her a name. By the end of the book he has a new set of children and a new wife. What a happy ending! One that leaves you in the dark... So in my book, she describes waking up to the moment of her death, and what happens in Hell.
When I chose Heather Jane Hogan to narrate Anita's voice in my novel Apart From Love, I refused to imagine how she might look, because to me, she was a voice. But now, as she is narrating her second project with me, I did look her up and she is not only a brilliant voice actress, but a beautiful one too!
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"It is virtually impossible to resist being mesmerized"
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After a while I noted that he started pacing just like me, back and forth, and with the same beat, too. I liked the bounce of his step. Right away I thought he was gonna make a fabulous dance partner. And I knew, really I did, it was gonna to be a wild night."
Anita in Apart From Love
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✿ Tell me (via PM here or on facebook) you are reading Twisted, and I will compose your profile pic to show you holding the book.
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Lovely poem, Koyel. It's tough to write within limitations. You mastered it. Enjoyed it thoroughly.