+======== April 1995 =========================== Volume 3, Number 4 ========+ | | | | | *** *** ******** ******** ******** ******* ******* ***** *** | | * * * * * ****** ** *** * * **** * * *** * * ***** ** ** * * | | * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * | | * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * | | * *** * * * **** * * * * * **** * * *** * * ***** * * * * | | ***** * * * ** * * * * * * *** ** * *** * ***** * * * * * | | * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * | | * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * | | ***** * * **** * ** *** * * * * ** * * * * ***** * ** ** * ***** | | ******* ******** ******** *** **** *** *** ******* ***** ******* | | | | | | ************************************************************************* | | | | | | [ A JOURNAL OF THE POETIC ARTS ] | | | | Guest Editor: Igal Koshevoy | | | | Editor: Klaus J. Gerken | | Production Editor: Igal Koshevoy | | Associate Editors: Paul Lauda | | : Pedro Sena | | : Gay Bost | | European Editor: Milan Georges Djordjevitch | | Contributing Editor: Martin Zurla | | | | | +===========================================================================+ *************************************************************************** [ TABLE OF CONTENTS ] *************************************************************************** * INTRODUCTION + "Welcome and technical foreword" + "Unravelings" -- introductory poem * Poems + "faceless" -- featuring clay sculpture "Pan" (kosh-pan.jpg) + "last shot" -- featuring pen drawing "Fuzzy" (kosh-fuz.jpg) + "abyss" -- featuring CAD drawing "Abyss" (kosh-aby.gif) + "DEATH SONG II" -- featuring acrylic painting "OMC" (kosh-omc.jpg) + "shitterd" -- featuring CAD drawing "Wratheon" (kosh-wra.gif) + "pity's bloom" -- featuring painting "Stiff Patience" (kosh-tre.jpg) + "divulged infestations" -- featuring metal sculpture "Fork, I" (kosh-for.jpg) + "Model ... under plexiglass" -- featuring pencil drawing "a ballerina's world through a blinded audience's eyes" (kosh-blr.jpg) + "parting momentum" + "an age of digital medicine" -- featuring pastel drawing "Bastronaut" (kosh-bas.jpg) * POST SCRIPTUM + "careless end of ... something...?" -- featuring pencil drawing "Avenue of Escape" (kosh-aoe.jpg) ************************************************************************** [ INTRODUCTION ] ************************************************************************** Welcome to a special issue that welcomes Ygdrasil's upcoming second Birthday. It's hard to imagine that it's been this long, and that we've come this far - but it's all been worth it. There's no regrets - only gratitude. I'd like to thank some friends who've made this wonderful experience possible for me: Klaus Gerken, for his brave spirit and unstoppable enthusiasm; Paul Lauda, for almost going to the poor house by doing his thing to improve the world; Evan Light, for energetic activism; Pedro Sena, for vision, truth and dreams; Tom Almy, for quiet and dutiful service to others; all those that fought for dignified and worthy causes; and all those we've lost along the way. This issue steps forward into a realm of art that's just as poetic, though much less wordy - throughout the issue there's intertwined poems, pictures, sculptures and grafix. So if you're not seeing the Web version, you're missing most of the show; and if you're just seeing the only text & pictures, then that's barely second-best. If you're only reading the text, well, I can only gently say that there's a great deal more to this issue than what you're seeing. This is all about hushed voices and images.... The Web version is at "http://www.ee.pdx.edu/~igal/ygdrasil/y-9504". To get full viewing satisfaction, you'll need to get a HTML level 3 browser and JPEG & GIF graphics viewers to see the pictures - your best bet is to get Netscape 1.1 (ftp://ftp.mcom.com) which does both. Enjoy and spread the word. And now let's start.... -Igal Koshevoy PS: urgent notice to Centipede boards: Paul Lauda's Revisions Systems had a tragic disk crash and may take a while to become operational again. Tom Almy's Bitter Butter Better BBS has been officially announced as the temporary hub of operations. To continue your Centipede service, please send netmail to Tom Almy at 1:105/290 or dial up BITTER BUTTER BBS at 1-503-692-5841 (new number) and leave a message. ============================================================================ Unravelings ~~~~~~~~~~~ Cobwebs in musty closets, filled with things that weren't there. A quiet drape of disappointment, maybe not too far from truth. Currents seem like the only movement; close the window, kill the lights. Hazy imperfection; outlines, shadows ... patient things. Motion is measured by a framed perspective. Distances traveled; vistas past. Sometimes seems like we're actually moving ... but it's always just the earth beneath us - washing by. Drive through every city and you're seeing the same thing, every channel playing the same dry song. Flat dullness, rolling across an absent void. We are our world. It's not surprising. And the time flies past; there's no reason to look at the watch ... we know what it's saying. -Igal Koshevoy (TR) March 26, 1995; 2:07am ============================================================================ faceless ~~~~~~~~ filthied union, one under the streaking mud. collected leeches, barnacles and rainy gloom. shades of grey and brown - what a dirty, ugly place. i can feel the indifference, yeah, i'm sopping wet. in the cold of the moment, words come flowing like turbulent sewage - damp anger. plastic translucence and stainless appreciation. thank you. fuck you. i love you. go to hell. irregular beat and enthropic carelessness, waiting for Now to come. self-defacement and soul replacement, press the off switch on the battery-powered god. stream of dissonance veiled by the steam of ignorance; no really, i don't want to know what's going on. there's everything if one looks hard enough for it, but shutting-in is good enough. scratch the itch, hit the bitch, and caress the rich. flick the button, change my channel, shift my focus to bluurroouuutt.. tired, live to sleep - eternal night, effacing nightmare. so much better though.... traversing on a line-by-line. ...i'm faceless.... can't recognize a scream any more. -Igal Koshevoy (lh^m^TR) February 17, 1995: 3:07pm ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- last shot ~~~~~~~~~ collapse framework crumbles heart-rot wormed from limb-to-limb filthy rags lay uninspired unwashed lies just sit and stare ghostly aberration fall down from wooden throne quiet whimperings of one too numb to cry the knot disintegrates the shadow melts and spawns a mattress sags enfolds and holds me close `tis only i, the loser the robber the ghost wander aimless through unending hallways mind subtracts itself from empty space burned down embers glow the coals forever swimming awash of sky and motor glistening pretty lights with fingers extended reaching like an infant one thing in mind: -Igal Koshevoy (de-tr) April 1, 1994; 12:17am ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- abyss ~~~~~ nothing left to worship everything forsakened ... tainted twisted away my gold has turned to rusting heaps the bibles have crumbled down to blowing dusts the statues have fallen from their marble pedestals . . . so close but still so far away my fingers can almost reach you almost hold you again ... almost the reaching out ... and i know it's wrong - i know it bringing you closer brings closer to tragedy i'd do anything - absolutely anything to bring things back to the way they were before - anything to just glimpse back at what might have been . . . all those pictures of you that hang in my darkened hallways, i'm afraid to turn the lights on - i'm afraid to look at them ... but i can still -feel- the accusing eyes staring whispering with slitted throats drowning me in pools of unspoken shame and even with all its hatefulness the gauntlet i run each and every day - i can't escape it some faces so darkened by the shadows the names lost the details contorted ... but their message remains and the others the fresher kills with features glowing red by the light of my infernal heart-pyre ... they stare back unmoving frozen as they burn in time glaring unforgiving ... not them - not i . . . the gods have fallen the devil left the idols crumbled the faith has been shed stalking the ruins a black, hauntling glitch staring into the anger-streaked horizon and the shattered remnants reach to the sky like broken teeth in a world a million miles away transposed onto another reality ... too real too false so artificial ... so far . . . i can almost reach you my extended fingers ... almost ... almost able to hold onto you. i know it's poison, i drink it just the same. i know it's wrong - but i can't stop it, not again. nothing can hold it back. as if by a butchering-stencil it all falls back into place ... each step closer to you a step closer to assured disaster. . . . the red sun forever setting ... watching me mercilessly for hours years eternities - always setting, never leaving me behind -Igal Koshevoy (m^bw) January 18, 1994; 11:21pm ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- DEATH SONG II ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i am the wild-toothed rider of the fresh pine wood coffin that rides the nightmarish tidal wave of hate! ENGULF! ENGULF! ENGULF! 'ah just gonna rip 'em apart, limb to limb, organ to organ! mow 'em down with a wall of glittering steel, LET'S GO SEVER SOME HEADS! i'm the child of the flames. gonna find that Dream Child n' toast a drink of battery acid for 'er health. i'm a bat out of hell. find the damned Child, and pierce 'er throat suck all the reeking goodness out and spit back the seeds. i'm the pain in this world. jus' gonna hum a tune, strike up a song, pull up a keg of blood, for the night is young and long! come 'ahn DOWN, ye'r neXT! i am the incinerator, i am doom! hell on wheelZ, pain in a wheelbarrel, death on a stick! simpl'y gonna do ya' all, make no damn diffRence ta' me! scream all you want, i'll make PLENTY more. can't get away, i'm on you heels, on your intestines, on ye'! come on down and take my bony hand and with leering skulls dance through the flames of our burning pasts. dance to the new rhythm set by the beat of a meltdown reactor core. dancin' thru da' flameZ - we go hand in hand! yeah, 'ah gotta head in my freezer ya' see. was an ol' luv o' mine: WAS, ya' see! so damn, maybe she never smiles - such'a damn shame but she don't bitch, don't gripe, don't whine. jus'a handful of somethin' clean to gnaw the hours away. and so U'll go, 'ah smile as i gleefully grasp my rusted fork. jus' gonna take from you, what i never had. gonna take it ALL from you: everybit everypiece everydrop everypart. 'n gonna shove't 'en ma meat locker for a RRRrrrrrainy day! i am your creation, you made me what i am. i am what you tossed out with the trash. i am the one you unceremoniously flushed down the john. now i'm back with a vengeance, with a plan, with a fork! ain't nuttin' gonna stop me this time. all those times past, stopped by silly morals beliefs ideas gods explanations contemplations expirations expectations condemnations justifications. now eit's jus' decadence! 'ah know it all, ultraomnipotent! 'ah know ye'r best kept secrets, ye'r best told lies told with slippery tongue. but i've put ye'r testicles to the grindstone, and i'm beatin' 'em as my war drum! i've cut through the shit with a chainsaw. it's all done now! gonna stuff my pain down the throat of a long dead corpse gonna slay those god-damned souls! i can see you through like the frail polythene ghosts fluttering and dropping away in the acid rain. i know who you are. 'ah can see your selfish selfs, your beheaded saints, your corrugated idols, your burnished shrines, that festered flesh, the bleeding hearts, the rotten minds, and the inside - much worse. and most of all, i can see the emptiness that you are. and i'm gonna kut it all out with my surgical chainsaw till the blood flows upon the planes in tides, the day, the day ... shall come. and we shall be ONE. twisted, pained flesh and my glorious doom. Cuz blind devotion to my cause, cause nuttin's gonna change my mind, no matter, evermore! -Igal Koshevoy; February 8th, 1993 METALLIFEROUS DECADENCE (RUST) 1:3 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- shitterd ~~~~~~~~ the tables turned i find myself beneath the powertrip replaced by fear once i was somebody once i was someone once i was something once...? cornered into surrender pushed into a shove reality betrays me falls out under my tired feet i lost the luxury my amenity now a dysfunctionality fucking through me in tyranny stepping down as royal lord of evaporation dropping knees to face my breaks shuddering incohesion r e c o g n i t i o n you're the one proud stand now a one-night pity the bruises glow unmuted transdifiguration eats me and i deserve shut it out propel to escape velocity but it's not my whim not my decision this collision passing reminiscence permeated by insolence feed by derogance flushed with impotence flash of light hand comes down so hard and the guilt even harder stopped world stands in attention focusing and staring into my weak and emptied soulruin i'd defend myself but it's too late to fight i'd hide but that wouldn't be right i'd run but i'm broken already eyes clamped shut tears wrestle for passage too late for self-reproach too late for anything other than shame collapse to breakdown and the stoning begins raw flesh on shattered moans . . . draining draining . . . drained . . . dragged by inertia lead by purpose unbelieved rebuild the paper-thin wall of decency bite down, ignore the memory . . . fading fading . . . faded . . . i'm sorry -Igal Koshevoy (m^lh^at) May 22, 1994; 11:37pm ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- pity's bloom ~~~~~~~~~~~~ raise the head ungazing desire security fixation with a gun against head trepid diffusion swimming besides refrigerated gardens hidden inside tread past midst confrontation through greying wounds and brittle stares unfurling unbeauty thorned fenced and spayed creep long the blockings move slow the vines tonight collapse and linger forget the eyes you can't see with ignore the world you won't live in -Igal Koshevoy (M^bw) August 2, 1994; 3:50pm ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- divulged infestations ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ returning, i wear the lark - as stigmata of my insolence hidden under its lost innocence - shattered, torn asunder asyncronism, spinning mad - breaking dimension's walls insult to the living, dead are neither proud, in between - just hatred wrought staring from under tattered feathers, breathing from bloodied pores, livid existence - petrified singularity on field of battle, pride so hard on ground so cold no expectations, have i from you, my darling a moment collapses, unfairness blurred - de rigueur reflective derision - laugh so hard you cry -Igal Koshevoy (S) October 31, 1993; 12:01am ALTAR OF APOLOGIES 3:3 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Model ... under plexiglass ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ looking at you isn't enough holding you in my arms isn't either your eyes staring past me is enough enough to shatter the glory of the moment enough to break the myth enough to lose the feeling you're behind a protective glass wall and i can't break through it there's no way i can smash it no way to get through to you and i can see you there on the other side and you look happy almost i know you're hurt you weren't one to look hurt but i know you too well i know the truth but still the truth never mattered to you it never will either so there you are smiling away crying inside holding him tight as you break-down inside and what am i left with? a memory a fast-fading dream it was real, just moments ago but it's turning to fantasy so quick too fast too fast for me to hold on to i don't want to let you go i never wanted to let you out of my arms i didn't want to let you back into this hateful world never wanted to let you hurt i wanted to protect you maybe too much maybe too little but whatever it was it wasn't enough i couldn't hold on not the ride and not the trip now you're in my sight and your soft smile and bright eyes no longer bring me joy they bring those same tears you feel to me i want so much to tear those hateful emotions away and love you again but i can't without you loving back at least a little if you at least look back a little if you just give me a chance if you just let me try but you were never one for emotional types you had to it there and now i guess i terrified you by being so different and yet the same i was all i could be for you seems it wasn't that much i'm sorry i'm sorry i couldn't be what you wanted i'm so sorry i couldn't hold on to you as tight as i should i'm sorry it's cold up here the wind is blowing it's even colder inside me i want to warm myself by your fire want to warm your cold body with mine i don't care what you've put me through i still love you and i wish i could say that with the sincerity that i once had i miss you it's lonely here without you in my arms it's getting colder i can barely see you through this fog i can barely see at all i don't want to see anything else i want you i need you i love you wish you could say that for me i can almost remember your soft hair against my fingertips the way your eyes would sparkle just for me your laugh and smile i can almost remember almost i hate this memory because it's a memory i want it to be reality i want it to be now i want you now i need you now i love you now let me love you while i still can let me be something while there's still something left let me embrace you while you're still here you don't know how much i've missed you you'll never understand what you mean to me you don't know what you mean to me -Igal Koshevoy (AT) November 20, 1993; 12:13am SHRINE OF LIES 7:3 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- parting momentum ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i can't live without you and tomorrow you'll be replaced right now you're my one desire and soon you'll be a memory passed everything i ever wanted from life forgotten blindingly quick i'm incomplete without you and with you i can't be -Igal Koshevoy (AT^LH) March 15, 1994; 2:15am ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- the only distance between two points is a circle so be what /thou|they/ wilt as all sentient beings -become-, whether they deserve it or not . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . an age of digital medicine ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ spinning slowly little lights cracked mirrors in a small darkened room somewhere an ironic melody plays a cruel mechanical and joking song its cords a punctuation twisting into a revolving conclusion mocking childsong serenades a quiet whirling dervish its pieces losing cohesion dropping crashing to an unseen floor jerky metal tune playing on a spinning drum and the harder one listens the more it changes, the more it stays the same each return to the placebefore also a return to the hereafter masked by almosthearing the hidden machineries (wonder) is this inertia ... or is this eternity? and the fragments of the broken chandelier torn from sockets by conspired gravity come crashing down spinning falling watching from outside nothing more than a carnival inside a little head ...it's all inside a little head. -Igal Koshevoy (M^sr) December 3, 1994; 6:23pm ============================================================================ ************************************************************************** [ POST SCRIPTUM ] ************************************************************************** careless end of ... something...? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ over a decade of punctual apologies hidden beneath multi-lingual guises under these hundred faces none of which i even believe the black clouds swell with anticipation a need to give back something waiting so long to impress saving up for retribution but they're only vapors and the sun dies no matter how hard i try to hold on to it watches with shutting eyes, the end of my world the repeated mistakes hum dull inside the framework "i did my best" ... or so i tell myself with a soft whimper i hug myself a little tighter and whisper quietly, "you tried" but i do not believe amidst these chirping, faded strangers amidst this perfumed sea of suits i stand between no where and nowhere and now i'm nothing -Igal Koshevoy (m^LH^TR) June 15, 1994; 9:10pm ============================================================================ Anyways, I've wasted enough of your valuable time and brain cells, so I honestly hope you have enjoyed the pictures and poetry. I also hope that some of the stuff written has 'rubbed-up' on you and has, or will, change your life and that of others, somehow, for the better. Take care. +---------------------------------------------------------+ | Copyright 1995 Igal Koshevoy, all rights reserved! | | "Mess wit' mah' poems n' 'Ah break ya' finghas!" -JTB | +---------------------------------------------------------+ ============================================================================ ************************************************************************** [ DISTRIBUTION ] ************************************************************************** Here's some ways you can get a copy of Ygdrasil -- Internet: * Use the World Wide Web to browse "http://www.rdrop.com/~igal/ygdrasil" - the official Web site. This contains EVERYTHING that's Ygdrasil, including all versions, even hypertexted ones with really awesome graphics that aren't available elsewhere. 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This is a difficult, expensive and time consuming so please send $3 Canadian or $2 US to cover. This is the least preferred way to get in touch with us. Other Distribution: ? If there's a way we can help make getting issues of Ygdrasil easier, by all means, please tell us. If you know of a BBS that would like to carry Y, or a file echo that it can be distributed through - we'd be thrilled to know. Feel free to make any suggestions or comments, we look forward to hearing from you. Correspondence: * Klaus Gerken, Chief Editor - for general messages and ASCII text submissions. Use Klaus' address for commentary on Ygdrasil and its contents: klaus.gerken@bbs.synapse.net (Internet) * Igal Koshevoy, Production Editor and Distribution Coordinator - for submissions of anything that's not plain ASCII text (ie. archives, graphics, wordprocessored files, etc) in any standard DOS, Mac or Unix format; and commentary on Ygdrasil's format, distribution, usability and access. 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To continue your Centipede service, please send netmail to Tom Almy at 1:105/290 or dial up BITTER BUTTER BBS at 1-503-692-5841 (new number) and leave a message. . . . Come one, come all! Welcome to Centipede. Established just for writers, poets, artists, and anyone who is creative. A place for anyone to participate in, to share their poems, and learn from all. A place to share *your* dreams, and philosophies. Even a chance to be published in a magazine. Centipede offers ten echo areas, such as a general chat area, an echo of poetry and literature, and also on dreams and speculated history & publishing. In all of the ten conferences, anyone is allowed to post their thoughts, and make new friends. For that is what CentNet is here for: for you. Ever wonder how to accent a poem at the right meter? Well, come join our PoetryForum, and everyone would be willing to help you out. Have any problems in deciphering your dreams? Select The Dreams echo, and you're questions shall be solved. The Network was created on May 16, 1993. I created this because there were no other networks dedicated to such an audience. And with the help of Klaus Gerken, Centipede soon started to grow, and become active on Bulletin Board Systems. I consider Centipede to be a Public Network; however, its a specialized network, dealing with any type of creative thinking. Therefore, that makes us something quite exotic, since most nets are very general and have various topics, not of interest to a writer--which is where Centipede steps in! No more fuss. A writer can now download the whole network, without phasing out any more conferences, since the whole net pertains to the writer's interests. This means that Centipede has all the active topics that any creative user seeks. And if we don't, then one shall be created. If you want to find out more about Centipede, give us a call at +609-896-3256, and join one of our conferences. You'll not be disappointed! Or, check out the latest info packet being distributed in the format: CENTyymm.[ARCHIVE]. ============================================================================ ************************************************************************** [ YGDRASIL PUBLICATIONS LIST ] ************************************************************************** THE WIZARD EXPLODED SONGBOOK (1969), songs by KJ Gerken FULL BLACK Q (1975), a poem by KJ Gerken ONE NEW FLASH OF LIGHT (1976), a play by KJ Gerken THE BLACKED-OUT MIRROR (1979) a poem by Klaus J. Gerken THE BREAKING OF DESIRE (1986), poems by KJ Gerken FURTHER SONGS (1986), songs by KJ Gerken POEMS OF DESTRUCTION (1988), poems by KJ Gerken DIAMOND DOGS (1992), poems by KJ Gerken KILLING FIELDS (1992), a poem by KJ Gerken THE AFFLICTED, a poem by KJ Gerken FRAGMENTS OF A BRIEF ENCOUNTER, poems by KJ Gerken MZ-DMZ (1988), ramblings by Igal Koshevoy DARK SIDE (1991), ramblings by Igal Koshevoy STEEL REIGNS & STILL RAINS (1993), ramblings by Igal Koshevoy BLATANT VANITY (1993), ramblings by Igal Koshevoy ALIENATION OF AFFECTION (1993), ramblings by Igal Koshevoy LIVING LIFE AT FACE VALUE (1993), ramblings by Igal Koshevoy HATRED BLURRED (1993), ramblings by Igal Koshevoy CHOKING ON THE ASHES OF A RUNAWAY (1993), ramblings by I. Koshevoy BORROWED FEELINGS BUYING TIME (1993), ramblings by Igal Koshevoy HARD ACT TO SWALLOW (1994), ramblings by Igal Koshevoy HALL OF MIRRORS (1994), ramblings by Igal Koshevoy ARTIFICIAL BUOYANCY (1994), ramblings by Igal Koshevoy THE POETRY OF PEDRO SENA, poems by Pedro Sena THE FILM REVIEWS, by Pedro Sena THE SHORT STORIES, by Pedro Sena INCANTATIONS, by Pedro Sena POEMS (1970), poems by Franz Zorn All books are on disk and cost $5.00 each. Checks should be made out to the respective authors and orders will be forwarded by Ygdrasil Press. YGDRASIL MAGAZINE may also be ordered from the same address: $2.50 an issue to cover disk and mailing costs, also specify computer type (IBM or Mac), as well as disk size and density. Allow 2 weeks for delivery. Note that YGDRASIL MAGAZINE is free when downloaded from Revision Systems BBS (1-609-896-3256) or any other participating BBS. 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