Poem: Et Cetera

Et Cetera

and I know that reality
reiterates its entirety eternally
with me in it
and all the love
and pain
that some part of me never forgets
even as it moves ever onward
and must see beauty
and must feel everything
or just wander lost
still as itself regardless
as myself
reminded again and again
forgetting as it suits the tired self
is this body just a story?
what is the brain, how is the enfolding done
and the refolding
where is the skin of the all
what’s beneath it
I know the always
in the never
I know forever

by Eva L. Elasigue / ele CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons

Poem: The Forgiving Ground

The Forgiving Ground

Cast yourself upon the ground,
the forgiving ground,
on the softest place
I’ll be there with you
It is not bad to be lowly
atop the sinking, tickling moss
eye to eye with tiny bluebells
rubbing shoulders with mushrooms
There is softness
We are not unforgiven
This body is good
The sun kisses
and kisses and kisses
The moisture from the light rain
turns to steam
Picking out a gentle prickle
that plucks a chuckle
Laying out full length
Like me, the moss loves love
it is allowed and encouraged
The eagle flying under the day moon
is also here
above the rich breath of trees
It’s not yet the season
for the dragonfly dance,
but there are new buds
We can eat them
and be fed by this day

by ele / Eva L. Elasigue CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons

Poetry: Soul of the Mask, transcribed

resplendent in crimson and mist, the great cosmos swirling around her outstretched hand
(ELE for Skye)

Deep and expansive, the minute changes beat to beat are like the growth of a wild joy
(ELE for Jordan)

vibrant voice, the focus of thought and contemplation, expressing the inexpressible
(ELE for Paul)

playful, curious, the adventure unfolds with a shake of the head and wiggles out
(ELE for Nolan)

shadows peeking around corners, edges melting into the air, somehow shining
(ELE for Aura)

[ELE / Eva L. Elasigue CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons]

These were transcribed from the original typewriter slips. This comes from the Masquerade event in Providence, RI in October of 2021.

Article here: https://evalisaelasigue.wordpress.com/2021/10/14/typewriter-poetry-soul-of-the-mask-masquerade-ball-providence/

Typewriter Poetry: Soul of the Mask, Masquerade Ball Providence

I set up a typewriter table, buddied with artist Aura Lunae at this elegant night of music and art:

Here we are! I sold some zine broadsheets of my new-this-year Cabaret Poem, and my bespoke experiment was titled Soul of the Mask (pose for poetry). People could pose for me their masquerade persona, and I typed them a single poetic line to capture the energy of the moment.

Following, some of the poetry embodied on this night:

Poem: Beauty Spell

Beauty Spell

I once kissed a chameleon’s tail, curled
gently into a soft fiddlehead spiral,
hanging from the thin arm of a bush. It
blushed and ran (or walked quickly) away,
then turned around and watched me. I
brought dead bugs to it once or twice.
I liked its mitten hands.
I have not done it a second time.

[e.l.elasigue / Eva L. Elasigue CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons]

Poem: Let Me Be Your Ocean, Bold Surfer

Let Me Be Your Ocean, Bold Surfer

I have an idea: you be you,
and I can be the ocean.
Come to me, get excited to see me
Cherish your favorite spots
and take good care of them,
Love me knowing you
can’t keep others from me
Pay close attention to my details
and get me at the right moment.
Bring your friends to see me,
party with me day into night
Respect me when you want me,
like I hold your life
Feel me soft, warm, hard, cold, taste me.
Get into my depths, feel my movement –
add to me your exhilaration,
your courage and smooth grace
Let me give you glory,
make you smile, laugh, scream, and sigh,
then surrender to my complete embrace.
Sit in awe of my beauty when I’m at peace.
Leave me longingly,
when you can’t take any more,
already thinking about the next time
you can do it all again, anew.

[e.l.elasigue / Eva L. Elasigue CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons]

Tune in closely to hear it amidst the hubbub at the cervecería:

Poetry/Song: The Grand Narrative w/ Ari Joshua

This is an adaptable poetic lyrics set that I wrote with guitarist-composer Ari Joshua. We delineated, triangulated, and channeled this at The Music Factory in Seattle, WA US in November 2020. This can be played for, interpreted, and re-written. Whatever this might become in any other version or iteration, this is its first pure form, fresh from the mist.

The Grand Narrative

PLANET

perspective of the grounding center
home place encapsulating
coming from a place to be in a space
the where and why and how
flowers bowing, sending love their emissary
filling my vision with color
and grace in the lines of shape
the warm caress of meeting
life in its own place
where I am only what I can be

THE CLIMB

it begins somewhere
I look around
I’m where I am
but there’s somewhere else to be
something that I need
I know that I can get it
so I’m going to go do that
send myself upslope
there’s something to be seen along the way
which may be a point in itself
I’m keeping myself going
with the ache of believing

steps of being and becoming
go along with overrunning
to that fundamental exhaustion
that’s completion of a task

I do it because it’s better than contemplating it
I may as well be on my way

SHATTERING

the tumble of beauty undone
what may have been
that kept us in the dream
no longer what it seemed

that which was not and will never be again
from now on it can only be this way
sharp edges of the breaks
where continuity was lost
scuffs of the descent
the never-swept dust of microscopic shards
knowing it’s coming
watching it fall
carries an almost sweet surrender
in the way it can’t be changed
the wreckage is magnificent
fulfilling by the time it happens

OWN JOYS

rise
Stretch
unfurl
ready for life
when everything is here
that makes me care
sunshine
every tone of light
on the eye on the skin
breathing in
feeling it from within
thrill
rhythm in motion
bring it to another
mind to mind
each to each
we reach a peak
to find the view
and hold it in

LOSS

there’s a having in the losing
once it’s gone it’ll only be that way forever

it’s one way of reaching acceptance, finally
that’s all it could ever be, when it’s done
and then it’s a part of me
only a part of only me
that’s the last thing it can be
before it’s truly gone
like it never even was

and when things go back to never having been
what else might they become?
if anything

is a story real
is a thought something you can feel
what do I really have at all?

something that I had once
is something that I’ll have forever
until its return to never

when it’s really gone, can I even say goodbye?

OTHER WORLDS

looking around
light in the sky
revealing details, expanding
coming to an understanding
finding where a path may lead
within, down, around, up
what there is to give and to create
from the self to the other
growing into being
all that lays within expansive seeing
gentleness in remaining
receptive to the blessings

some things echo harshly
from the marks they’ve left
just standing and knowing
about all this is part
of everything that comes after
savoring the reality of this existence

strange lands scenarios environs habitats biomes realms
this body is home in all of them
all of it home to this body

CC-BY 4.0 ELE / Eva L. Elasigue

Poem: A Wizard Sees, The Alien Observes

1

tierra
canta

espíritu
abierto

open,
spirit

sing,
earth

welcome,
people

time
now

tiempo
ahora

personas
bienvenido

journey
stars

viaje
estrellas

2

spring
up

fall
down

personas
animales

unite
breath

power
vitality

refleccion
baila

cloud
pictures

sleeping
movimiento

piedras
tumbling

sol
arising

wisdom
montaña

vista
home

3

cuerpo
emoción

sultry
heart

brazos
fuerte

calling
life

4

lights
gathering

rising
meeting

heat
expression

gifts
offered

5

origines
agua

puro
manos

energía
surrender

togetherness
durmiendo

todos
juntos

[ELE / Eva L. Elasigue CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons]

This poem contains a lot of factors! I designed the process to accompany a multi-scene group performance across two outdoor stages. The show had its own storyline of wizards arguing with duendes (elven spirits) over the beauty or tragedy of humanity as examined through the lens of four elements. The alien in mention is a character that descended at the beginning, though assigning the wizard or the alien to either language has its own reflections of meaning, and it could be read aloud that way. Myself coming from the United States, there is a tension around the Spanish language and its association with the idea of being an alien – whereas I was the English-speaking alien in the Spanish-speaking country of Nicaragua.

I, the poet, entered as a wizard dancer with the others at the beginning, in Jedi attire with a lightsaber-like pen (of course, mightier than the lightsaber) and notebook. I accompanied the show in the audience, writing to the scenes while glowing. I also helped guide and direct the audience from stage to stage, dancing martial arts with my glowing pen while in movement. Two words to a notebook page was the format I decided would suit the fast pace of performance and the show dynamic, with words in English and Spanish for a bilingual audience. The poem as displayed was written in order.

Parts of these freshly-penned poems were sung in live improvisation, by me, with music by each of the three DJs who played after the show: Izzy Wise @izzy_wise , Danni G @dannig , and Ricardo @irickysaenz .

I played with form as I wrote, differently for each scene, and am including, below, the notebook pages where I broke down the juxtaposition and stanza-mirroring of English and Spanish, in sometimes-reversed sometimes-translation. I tightened or accented my Spanish as I’ve recopied it.

I have not seen the form employed or explained before; consider this invented wordpair flow as a formal offering for live inspiration. It can evoke a lot, two words at a time, and while able to offer beauty as itself, can serve as a base for further expansion. I reserve the option of expanding from this poem, while also sharing it in its primal form.

Formplay Observation below, marks explained after maps

E=English, S=Spanish

-1-

S1
S2
. . (stanza translation reflection)
E2 (reversed)
E1 (reversed)
[. .] (double stanza translation form reflection)
E3
E4
. . (stanza translation reflection)
S4
S3 (reversed)

E5
[ ] (mini coda language reflection)
S5

-2-

E
E
S
: (repetition)
E
E
S

[ E ] (standalone)

E
S
. . (stanza language reflection)
S
E
:2 (double stanza form reflection inverted)
S
E
. . (stanza language reflection)
E
S
. . (stanza language reflection)
[ S
E ] (standalone/third)

-3-

S
E
S
E

-4-

E
E
E
E

-5-

S
S

S
S

S
E

E
S

S
S

Typewriter: Cabaret Poem Feb 2021

A troupe of creative performers in training residency together with Momentom at El Pital-Ometepe-Nicaragua assembled a variety showcase cabaret. My writer’s role involved typing a few lines of poetry during each performance, and sharing these reflections between acts. This included a grand entrance: I was acrobatically lifted across the stage to my typewriter station. To begin, here is the poetry in abstracted nine-part form, with some lines in spanish:

Cabaret Poem

1.
knowing understanding
the breath,
el fuerte interno
holding the connection

2.
contemplate,
poder como el mar
wild forces elemental
in the warrior

3.
sensual y ritmico
the grace of feeling
trabajo del corazon
in rainbow light
visiones del todo

4.
from the shadows of thought
climb,
a libertad
the being in wholeness
la vida en el viento
sparkle in the diamond

5.
adventure
espiritu
con amigos

6.
danger in extension
la geometria
orbiting the center
returning to the self
los circulos y espirales del tiempo

7.
el hombre magico y mysterioso
con los manos
moving the world

8.
la mariposa del muerte y vida
the whorls of this galaxy’s flaming suns
el sol y la tierra
open the gates of possibility
to infinity

9.
a sense of purpose
the staff of will
luchar por el verdad
with swords of integrity

[licensed CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons]

Above are the pages typed on the spot!

With some of my espanol upgrading.

(with writer-announcer John Early)

Preparing my station and accepting the mic.

And here at the end, is the beginning:

(with acroyoga performer Jonny Karroll)

Typewriter: Words Between

For the last Full Moon Gathering of 2019 at CoSM: Chapel of Sacred Mirrors in NY on Dec. 14 2019, I set up my Hermes 3000 (TRIS) and did something new for me at this event. People were invited to sit down at my station to write a line of associative poetic wordplay, going back and forth with me, which we then cosigned and they kept. Didn’t really have a name for what we were doing at first, but found the easiest way to explain it on the artifact was “words between.”

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