WARNING EXPLOSIVE KEEP AWAY FROM SAFE ACADEMIC WRITING CUBICLE OFFICES AND C.I.A. POETRY WORKSHOPS Charles Plymell, poet, novelist, publisher Cherry Valley Edition To read Valery Oisteanu is to enter into yourself and emerge with a vocabulary you never knew existed. To read him is to regret the wasted life you lead before you read him. Judith Malina, poet, playwright, actress, activist Valery Oisteanu, king/queen/jack of all dada/east village "Absurdistan" - gallops on the hobbyhorse of our blasted times; and the poems here echo the blasts. Poems point to and mock the "Unending killing cycles," while surreal images abound and become visual realities. Dada is reincarnated in Oisteanu's troubling vision where "Darkness evaporates into more darkness." Despite the hi-jinks, the ebullient sexuality, dadaistic lust, there's a deep abiding sadness here - over deaths (see especially "Mostly Unavailable") and universal madness: poetry "from the forbidden dreams of the Asylum." Mid-way into the book he cries - "Freedom is still a foreign word," well, not here, not in the voice of Valery Oisteanu. Barry Wallenstein, poet Geologists have labeled our age the Anthropocene because man has become the most powerful force on earth even as he heads towards extinction, surrounded by cliches and useless artifacts. Valery Oisteanu knows this, and like a surreal Atlas astride the rubble, he rails against the Absurd, but it is a warning sheathed in love. Anarchy for a Rainy Day is a book of poems by a romantic. Read this book, and then keep it close; it is a life preserver. Ron Kolm, author of "Suburban Ambush" and the Editor of the Evergreen Review
A fascination with hands and the female body, a kind of natural history of sultry affairs with high heels and Rococo sugars, an insolent funny erotic weightless "expose" of just what it is that we're missing: Akhenaton riding a carousel horse, facing skeleton face, gardens with bushes of blue tuna, a bird man sings, the pleasure of wearing red gloves is contagious, a poignant tribute to "The Lunatic," a popular Yiddish play from another era that premiered up the street. ..."Forbidden Windmills," "Asymmetrical Shoe Master," "Mystical SEances in the Circus..". Valery Oisteanu's world of collage is porous, generative, iterative, erotic... He said it best: Lighter than Air... Allan Graubard ( surrealist poet) At the hand of the poet Valery Oisteanu we find a world of event and happenstance worthy of our attention. A catalog of all that happens. Art (the hardest calling) is not for the faint of heart. Or for the heartless. But for the person alive lusting to be heard. Collage is the hymn of the modern era from Braque and company to Schwitters and Hannah Hoch to Dizzy Gillespie to Stockhausen to Fluxus to DJ Kool Herc. Valery Oisteanu in his book Moons of Venus says: My heart Shines like a haunted star These works are that star Haunted with the wreck of history Not a mirror on the world but the poet's hammer with which to shape it Fletcher Coop (poet/painter) Valery Oisteanu's collages are alchemical mirrors in which oneiric elements are steeped in the most delirious eroticism imaginable. Breathless as lightning, these collages are raw, uncompromising, and subversive. They summon you into a trance state in which the unexpected always triumphs over the mundane. Bill Wolak (poet/collagist)
A fascination with hands and the female body, a kind of natural history of sultry affairs with high heels and Rococo sugars, an insolent funny erotic weightless "expose" of just what it is that we're missing: Akhenaton riding a carousel horse, facing skeleton face, gardens with bushes of blue tuna, a bird man sings, the pleasure of wearing red gloves is contagious, a poignant tribute to "The Lunatic," a popular Yiddish play from another era that premiered up the street. ..."Forbidden Windmills," "Asymmetrical Shoe Master," "Mystical SEances in the Circus..". Valery Oisteanu's world of collage is porous, generative, iterative, erotic... He said it best: Lighter than Air... Allan Graubard ( surrealist poet and publisher) At the hand of the poet Valery Oisteanu we find a world of event and happenstance worthy of our attention. A catalog of all that happens. Art (the hardest calling) is not for the faint of heart. Or for the heartless. But for the person alive lusting to be heard. Collage is the hymn of the modern era from Braque and company to Schwitters and Hannah Hoch to Dizzy Gillespie to Stockhausen to Fluxus to DJ Kool Herc. Valery Oisteanu in his book Moons of Venus says: My heart Shines like a haunted star These works are that star Haunted with the wreck of history Not a mirror on the world but the poet's hammer with which to shape it Fletcher Coop (poet/painter) Valery Oisteanu's collages are alchemical mirrors in which oneiric elements are steeped in the most delirious eroticism imaginable. Breathless as lightning, these collages are raw, uncompromising, and subversive. They summon you into a trance state in which the unexpected always triumphs over the mundane. Bill Wolak (poet/collagist)
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