tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78556140287592996862011-07-08T05:35:07.561-06:00Random Writings and ImagerySarkozynoreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855614028759299686.post-41441041921276038912010-01-01T15:40:00.002-07:002010-01-01T15:45:57.826-07:00

This I Believe: We Are All Related(Original written submission for National Public Radio's "This I Believe" Story Program, by Stewart Sarkozy-Banoczy, November 09, 2009)We are all related. I believe we are, though we try our best to deny it. We have had our share of global family feuds that make the ferocity of the Hatfields and the McCoys look like child’s play. Even the Berlin wall – the

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----Grassy KnollA nervous groom and a pack of cigarettes for two who never smoked.Hours before the nuptials we sat on the grassy knoll to talk about loves, futures and deaths by gunfire unknown.I had my theories about all of it, I still do.There in the shadow of the book depository we settled nerves and satisfied some dreams.I have not seen Jon since the wedding.I think about him, Dealey Plaza

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----Grandfather in the WindowHe was older when I came to know him.As a person rather than a photograph or story.Full of pride and doubt.Bent slightly, but with that memory of height.Memory of speed and strength.That he still displayed.I saw myself just now in the window reflection.And I saw him in me.Older but not, in some way, with the determination of life.I am not so old as he was when I

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----Sweetgrass and HemingwayThe smell of the sweetgrass braid took me backTrips north to see family now goneVisions and impressions of ten years oldThe way back of the station wagon filled with sister and treasureWe did not know that we did not know or perhaps ever knowI pushed aside the cedar, bent to disguise the secret trailsSweetgrass and cedar like elements of taste, smell, touchChasing

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----Early MorningForeheads touchingShallow breathing.Small chest heaving.Our breath, like our blood, mingling.One pillow, one love.One father, one son.A morning blessing.We stir in the sunlight.Coffee pot and the dogs waking.(c) 2009 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (24 July)

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----Tuning InShe tunes in Seinfeld like an orthodox sermon.On your knees, pray to the laughter.Hail Jerry, full of... blaspheme, blaspheyou.On the boob tube in technicolor.Is it 1993 again?Yada-Yada-Yada-Yada, Amen.(c) 2009 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy

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----The LetterI found the letter this afternoon in a pile of memory and disorganization of intention.She never saw it, but it feels like she did.It feels like we spoke about the pictures as she lay dying, surrounded by past and present.Hello boy, she would say. What a nice letter. The pictures are wonderful.She would have read it at tea time in her favorite chair.Holding it in her right hand,

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----Mid-leg CrisisThis is when it happens.Rumors that my forebears had them.They pick up the tai chi, yoga, the Bible and Buddha.They buy the red car and believe they look cooler.Instead of this I break in half.Instead of this I have to laugh.No luxury of broken ego.Only healing high and low.Mend, bend, spend, hello doctor.I am now a fixer upper.Plates and screws from the hardware.Bone chips from

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----The Photograph on the DeskHe put the photograph on the desk.There was the face that he spoke to in his letters.There was the vision of his future, the dreams of his pastHe talked to the photograph almost every day, the sheets of proud paper filling with hope and joy.Inspired by the face to tell all the details of life flowing by.While somewhere on another shore, he sat taking in the news

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----Letters to the Front 1918 (II)Who are these people, these places, these facts and figurines, that play out like clues to a great hunt?I have asked forgiveness and understanding , but now I ask for guidance in our searching.I must look forward to my descending line as the scramble today about my feet.Thank you to the living and dead for their everlasting gifts that act as signposts and

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----Letters to the Front 1918 (I)I sit like a time-travelling eavesdropperPeering into their world without full understandingI awaken the love, the pain, the loneliness and the heartacheI receive the lessons of war and plague without askingI take in their feelings without permission or conversationOh, they speak to me through the decades of decayThey tell me what meant each day's value and the

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----In a PictureHappy and sad in a pictureDivision, death and absenceTime stamped but forgottenRun, backward, runThe moment is passedThey are goneThe feeling persists in usThey still remain(c) 2009 S Sarkozy-Banoczy (29 Jan)

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----The WordCollect the consciousSpread the seed of thoughtMake the word explode like a lighting bolt into the brain, no way to stop the pain, the train that keeps coming into me, you, who?CrashYou do not ask why but thank when done, or undoneNo lie, truth as is or wish to give.The word.(c) 2008 S Sarkozy-Banoczy (29 Jan)

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----PolarizeI am not polarizedI value all their livesWhy to die?Why to fly?I do not take sidesWhy do you?Why do we?I will fleeYou may fightThis is not rightRights may give you mightRun coward nowInto your cornerTurn on your fellowShameI pity youIt movesLet be the sunLight will cure(c) 2009 S Sarkozy-Banoczy (29 Jan)

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----Grandma's CharmsThe charms that once hung lively from her arms sit silently in my calloused palmEach grandchild sat in frozen, gender-specific profile, name stenciled withinWhen she died this glittering pride was laid aside and came to meNow the children of her children may follow her and I feel the dread weight of its possessionBirthed in silver on a bracelet, death waiting for each figureI

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----Half LightYou live in a half lightGray day glasses every waySometimes a life of spiteYour clothes of black and whiteYou are the sheepIt saddens me to sayYou have built these wallsThey keep you at bayWhat is it that burns?In the midst the core turnsWe wait and we hopeYou wait and you tighten the ropeYou are not what you seemNo worse, but now no betterThe truth has set the themeWe will leave

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----GoneAnother relative is goneThis last journey not so pleasingThe departure perhaps too longWe feel the suffering easingBless the flight to the endKeep the family strongThere on the blessed pasturesGathered with those beyondDrop the shackles of this worldWe send you with a song.(c) 2009 S Sarkozy-Banoczy (17 Jan)

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----These SongsI don't want these songs to be about you, daughterThey speak of our ways and days, but you should not sufferSo find your heart in the sky and never ask whyFly, fly, look the world over and settle on your mountainWe will come to you and sing your own songsWait for us(c) 2008 S Sarkozy-Banoczy (26 Dec)

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----The Snow StartedThe snow startedThe pain stoppedThe human feeling revived, survivedThe turn for the worseThe toss and turnThis was the night lostThe dawn brought thick white flecks against the evergreen mountainsideThrough the window to the outsideNatural vision blurred through unnatural chemical selectionI felt the words come againThey broke over my mind and its cold season of suffering(c)

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----Grande Latte PleaseLiving on the streetGrande latte pleaseDirt under your fingernailsLow fat milkHair unkempt and unshavenCinnamon on topHead low to the tableCookie cutter track on the radioWrinkles on wrinklesBusiness suits at a blurInvisible and indivisibleI dare you to look me in the eyeA song about someone's son, someone's motherGrande latte please(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (10 Dec)

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----FireThough I found it strange, I could smell the dampened fire a mile awayThe scent followed me through my work and thoughtsLow, deep and not yet ready to retreat to the snows of DecemberI could see the embers in my mindIf I could smell them, they were thereSome may remain, some are gone forever into slate gray skiesSome linger to remindAll surrender, then, now, later, to find the next

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----They Look DownLong tall tree shadows pierced the comfort of the man made boundariesSome shadows are older than our grandfather's grandfatherThey look down with Luna's aid on the present from the height of their ancient topsRoots mingle with the dreams and tears of possibilityThey only whisper this night as the glow from above ripples on a more turbulent waterWe retreat as so often, man and

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----Between the LinesDust gatheredCracked openPoems readWords inside my headSmall perfect dried flowersPressed between the pagesFrozen with the original intention of beautyI don't remember why they became a part of that particular bookBut there they will stayUntil the next uncalculated look between the linesMay they be other eyes(c) 2009 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (8 Feb)

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----UnbottleDo I unbottle or do I back the throttle?What does the muse desire?She says to take the cover off my young manRelease the beastFire the engine and hold onScream if you wantLaugh as you willIt is all your ride(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (7 Dec)

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----The Sea Has No MemoryThe sea has no memoryThe sea is all memoryIt may be deep and coldBut there is foreverThere is forgivenessSleep in my seaDive if you dareJump with both feetThe memory will stop youBlock you from entryYou can find the doorThere in the sea floorAsk Alice the back way inMemory is the keyBut my sea has no memory(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (2 Dec)

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----What Do I Lack?I waitedI was frustratedYou never made itWill you come back?What do I lack?Nothing(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (2 Dec)

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----Silent and SeethingYou are silent and seethingAlways with that wall of never seeing - never wanting to seeYou were pushed and the pushers are penalized though not recognizedMaybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe neverA babe in the world orderSeething and teethingMay you be delivered(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (2 Dec)

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----Cracked WindshieldA vision through a cracked windshieldThe snow was thicker towards the endA single track on the snow covered gravelDarker trees, brighter stars, glowing snowThe swirling tunnel of crystals was dizzyingThe headlights refracted, deflected in cracked glassThe last of the tire trail disappearedA white river led me home through my cracked windshield(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (1

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----For SerenThere are days now when I am paralyzed with my love for you, my daughter.An ancient and powerful connection seizes my heart and mind and I see your face before me.I am overwhelmed when I think of you, only two, and your mother, two gifts to me that I somehow cannot fathom.I am so thankful that you are here and that I am learning to know this new and beautiful you.This new and

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----How Many Towns?One more crumbling mining townOne more AM radio station gone to staticIt's a long road back and even further going forwardMud covered pickups dot the landscapeThey sit waiting outside the coffee shopsShuttered houses and patient heartsOne more swollen river drifts under bridgeSomewhere in this and that old mining townRight or left down a lonesome highwayFlatbeds loaded with

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----By the LineBy the line is fineOne word, one sentenceNo sadnessNo guilt or penancePut them all togetherString them alongLike a songThen remembranceThen it comesBy the line(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (Nov)

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----GramsHello boyScottish plaid and a royal nameHomemade apple sauceOatmeal, whipped honey and shortbreadMama's little baby, grandma's little babyLoves it, loves it a lotTo Canada, oh CanadaThe farms, the family, the farmsKnuckle crunch, snap on the watch and hugsEwww, kiss on the lipsWatch it nowHow do you like them apples young man?Love you boy(c) 2005 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy

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----Pushkinskaya SquareThere, just off Pushkinskaya squareThere, in Tchaikovsky's shadowA walk to the Pekin Hotel in the snowThey told me that KGB still livesFood under the glittering lightsA last supper that they never getThe taste of a success that was a guessA shiver, a gust of damp airThere, just off Pushinskaya square(c) 2000 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (Aug)

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----Long NightsWe enter the long nightsThe days struggle in the deepest valleysOld, old shadows return and the spirits walk the forestStill, still stars and moon, our companionsWe awake at night and listen for the coming dawn(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (14 Nov 2008)

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----StonesHe stared at the stonesLooking for the wordLooking for the signTraffic just a blur unseenNo matter for the immortalThe stones aren't talking todayShuffle on by(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (28 Oct)

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----My BrotherMy brother, they may try to drag you downThey may try to damage youThey may try to destroy youYou must resist at all costs, no costs to your soulYou must prevail at all costs, no costs to your soulSave your family, save your childrenWe can fight on our ownWe always haveSave yourself, my brother(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (31 Oct)

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----Two TrackOur little two track was just fineNow we have a wide bitter road to sink throughThis green valley is split like nature's heart, broken in twoProgress is the folly, greed and guidance the architectsThe wren and the elk don't know why and maybe it doesn't matterPeace and space for us we pray, perhaps for our neighbors all(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (25 May)

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----All This for HerSee the summer sumersault, on the butterfly towelBlue pool on the the peeling deck for the son to followSwaying flowers and trees accompany the persistent wrenThe grass so green it invites her down to play againA creature of nature so pure, all of this for her(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (6 July)

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----See RedWalking the tracksDon't look backYour world is blackBut you see red(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (6 July)

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----I Remember (1)I remember the airport in Budapest, HungaryHeaded back to Moscow with more questions than answersI had my remaining Forints to spend on nothingThe sense of leaving civilization, for some returningEscape, loss, sadness, excitement and that fresh look of the airlineSlick pilots, flight attendants, chatting with one all the way to MoscowI began to forget the wait at the Russian

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----Never There Paul, Never ThereIt was the stuff of legends at 12 years.I was short. I was skinny. I was not what you would call a fighter.I never wanted to disappoint my parents with a schoolyard brawl.So I turned the other cheek, I always walked away.Until that day, a day that was almost over.Last class, physical education down on Ford Field.We were playing flag football on those fertile

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----Requiem: Death is a Friend to SomeRock, gravel, dirt, sand, sweatA hole in the ground we metYou acquiesedYou travelledSee the milky white waySee the red roadLeave the human tideBrother by my sideYou move pastWe move pastWe shall love at last(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (9 Aug)

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----Death is a Friend to SomeDeath is friend to someHe comes welcomedHe comes a saviourPerhaps he will be my friendNow he is merely the takerHe may be wished forI only feel more pain for themAll who are unprepared for the journeyI am powerless to this forceI watch as he comes for his next visitWe are all so unhappyThat is our human stateBut death comes as a friend to some(c) 2008 S.

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----Meet at the Car WashOne man, one womanOnce husband, once wifeTwo vans, open handsOpen hearts, closed mindsAn exchange of lifeHe clings to herHe reaches outHe cries, they partHe cries, they waitHe cries, they hesitateTwo lives, he criesOne family, once familyFamily stillThey part at lastFor today, at the car wash(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (12 Sep)

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----The Cheyenne River Youth Project and the Grinch Who Brought Christmas (and a whole lot more)By Stewart Sarkozy-Banoczy(originally published in Native Legacy magazine, Summer 2008 - http://www.nativelegacymag.com/crst.html)Let me start with a short story. I am the Grinch. Or I was.That is, I have had the pleasure of playing that reformed Whoville Christmas thief for the benefit of others. The

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----GoldilocksI stopped to see the treasures laid carefully beside the road,Waiting for their untimely and inelegant removal from their abode.A child's pretty wooden chair looked like new,But actually had its seat smashed through.I thought that particularly sad as I climbed back behind the wheel,And wondered how it happened, headed for our meal.As I pulled away from there, my daughter asked why I

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----Goodbye LeninI stoodI movedI watchedI stoodI watchedWind in my collar brought from SiberiaA thousand cold breaths of the forever goneI stoodI watchedI movedI stoodRosy red faces on jackboot reflectionsUp and down the bitter cobblestone and brickI stoodI watchedI stoodI movedThe young, the old, the lost, the believersTogether we made the pilgrimageI watchedI movedI stoodThere on the threshold,

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---- 1890 Tumble the regime Tumble the kingdom Tumble the rule Follow none A king, a queen, a chief, all rulers no more It was your manifest war Take them down, take the crown - Of gold, of sage, of righteousness you made Not everyone has complied Not everyone has forgotten There will always be reminders Never deeply hidden Colonize, brutalize, magnify the charter You may still believe your lies

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---- Murder of Crows Murderous murder of crows Corbies calling for the dead Carrion scavenger of old Filling passers by with dread The shiny blue black feathers They give to us unwillingly (c) Jan 06 S.Sarkozy-Banoczy

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