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- Publication Date: December 11, 2013
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- Language: English
- ASIN: B00H8E6W80
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Expressions of Humanity Kindle Edition
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Here's to metamorphosis
Here's to metamorphosis,
Here's to the butterfly.
Came into the world
As an ugly tender worm
Cloaked himself in agility
Hence he made it, by-and-by.
Here's to metamorphosis
Here's to the cockroach
Loathed by all
He goes about his hidden ways.
Until one day Seclusion takes its toll
He decides to come out and play.
Of course, fearing
We'll throw apples, keeping him at bay.
Concealing the grotesque.
Detesting the unknown.
Who's to say our roach,
Like some poor sods on street corners
Or that drunken bloke,
Is not a hidden butterfly
Who's lost his transformation cloak?
In our own warped evolution
We've come to
A startling conclusion:
Step on and curse the roach.
Forget to welcome
Poets, no people, like Maja remind us of the complexities of simplicity, a quiet whisper we need to maintain if we are to live well. Grady Harp, March 14
After a moving intro, you will be ambushed in the first poem, Lessons from a Book. As Dezulovic says in the introduction, heaven and hell is other people. There are fine images, as in In Hey There Music Man: “smooth like a river angel floating along.” This love song has a surprise ending. Dezulovic is not afraid to expose herself, as in the personal poem, Abstract Poetry. Again in Asylum Seeker, the writer’s empathy drives the poem to its inevitable conclusion.
Pretty much every poem has a short introduction, usually a sentence or two. This makes the book into a sort of conversation with the writer.
If you’re looking for social commentary, see these two poems: 25, and 25 year old female in Africa.
Again, in Riding the bullet to your brain (sic, few capitals) we find this: “The most difficult poem to write is the one blood-stained with heartache.” The poem is about the guilt we should all feel in our current degradation of the planet we’re leaving for our successors (ironic word, that).
If you’re scrolling for the tiny carps, they are few. There may be a typo, and maybe once or twice a shorter wording might have increased the effect. Tiny carps. Back to the good stuff.
You are in for some laughs, which may not be entirely pleasant, as in Dead Eyes, which begins thus: “How do you recognise a humanoid? /No barcodes, registrations or marks... /Simply look into the eyes – they’re pixelated.”
In The Bank of Hearts I am reminded of a favourite quote from Will Durant in The Story of Civilization: ‘In the end, nothing is lost: every event, for good or evil, has effects forever’. Dezulovic gives us this ending to this neat short poem: “Money comes and goes /Is used up and disappears; /But one heart touched /Can never be untouched /So my bank balance always grows...”
The scope of the book as a whole is quite large, with titles like A bottle of guts, and That man believed in me. Some relationships are ambiguous, as in The Pseudollectual. (sic!)
Fortunately the poem in Afrikaans is followed by a translation. It turns out to be, I wish you were my boyfriend, and is about unrequited love. There is also a poem in Croatian, also with a translation, which includes this: “I saw them /When I /For the first time /Opened my eyes /After /The air left me /And I see them again /Opening /My soul’s eyes”
In The making of a grandmother we are treated to this: “I also realised that a life lived in slippers /Is actually quite comfortable.”
There is philosophical insight, as in There are no words, where we find this: “Oftentimes we're blinded by our own light /and we are our own shadow/ and fail to see that /There are no words.” No small quote can convey the magnificence of this poem, a favourite.
Expect surprises, as in Where Am I Going, where we find this: “decisions to shape our world /and turn carbon /into compound /loveprint.”
So, how do I come up with four stars? My personal guidelines, when doing an ‘official’ KBR review, are as follows: five stars means, roughly equal to best in genre. Rarely given. Four stars means, extremely good. Three stars means, definitely recommendable. I am a tough reviewer. Dezulovic is a very good writer. Four stars it is, and highly recommended.
Jim Bennett, Kindle Book Review Team member.
(Note: this reviewer received a free copy of this book for an independent review. He is not associated with the author or Amazon.)
In this first introduction to the writing of Maja Dezulovic, I was struck by her themes of timeless universality. I am further grateful that her friend asked 'where she was going' in 2010. The resultant collection of wisdom, gratitude and inspiration serves to answer the question and then some...
Although an exceedingly hard call, my top three choices (of a stellar cast) are:
** Icon (for Nelson Mandela)
** Have You Ever
** To the Teachers
This is the kind of book you will want to come back to and savor. I know I will...this is a read worthy of your time.
Where Did All the Night People Go?
7 Cents For Your Soul
Riding the Bullet To Your Brain
The Bank of Hearts
Ruby In the Rough
There Are No Words
Where Am I Going?
There last is arguably my favorite.
People debate over
black and white
neglecting the purple,
yellow and blue.
There are no words.
I threw away my running shoes
no more running
because there's nothing to run from
There are no words.
Another poem People are beautiful is very inspiring and touching. Highly recommend.. I was provided this book in exchange of a fair and honest review. The poems pierces right through your heart.