Le Comte de Lautréamont: In Memoriam

April 4th, 2022 by Voxx

In Memoriam: The Father of Surrealism.

Today, I’m celebrating the birth of my favorite poet, Isidore Lucien Ducasse, more famously known as, Le Comte de Lautréamont. During his life, he completed writing only one complete book, but oh what a book it was!

Entitled “Les Chants de Maldoror”, (The Song of Maldoror) is one of the most mind-boggling, verbal hallucination ever written. If you have never read “Maldoror” (as it is often referred to), I suggest buying a copy today, in his honor. (Just scroll down this page, and you’ll see a link to buy the book from “My Book Club” on the right-side column).

For lovers of great surrealist poetry, take a minute to read a sample of this great artist’s work.

You can also read my special page, dedicated to Le Comte de Lautréamont, complete with an assortment of valuable links.

Let me know your thoughts upon reading this truly important, and startlingly original poet’s work. I’m sure that once you read his story, (and his poetry), you will reserve a special place in your library for the late, great Isidore. ~V~

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Stephen Sondheim: Send In The Crowns

November 26th, 2021 by Voxx

7D0D6153-19E1-47D9-A960-A50384F810A3Legendary musical and lyrical genius, Stephen Sondheim, passed away today. He was known for his work on such Broadway masterpieces as, “West End Story”, “Sweeney Todd”, “Gypsy”, and many more.

During his life, he won many awards, including an Academy Award, 8 Grammy Awards, 9 Tony Awards, a Pulitzer Prize, and a Lifetime Achievement Award, among many others.

As a published poet, lyricist and musician — what I loved most about Sondheim’s work was his incredible ability to bring depth and personal emotion into his lyrics. One of his greatest songs, (for which he wrote both the lyrics and music), was “Send In the Clowns.”

Several weeks ago, I was inspired to write to Mr. Sondheim. I wanted to thank him for the gift of his music and lyrics. But, I had a sense that he might not wish to be bothered by a stranger, so I didn’t do it. Now, I wish

I had. I hope his spirit will Rest In Peace, knowing how much joy he brought to the world, by sharing his song with all of us. Thank you Mr. Sondheim.

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Midsummer’s Nite & Queen Mab

June 23rd, 2018 by Voxx

Great Tidings to you all upon this wondrous Midsummer’s Eve … which, by now is Midsummer’s Day.

It’s the night when the Queen of the Faeries — Mab, opens the door of Magick, between our world and her own.

I have always lived a life full of visions, music and magick since childhood. I prayed to the Sun and Moon, and spoke to the ocean tides, in love with Nature. Magick was always real to me, and continues to be.

I learned of Queen Mab as a child, and have been paying homage to her for many years, receiving great blessings over time.

Mab loves flowers, candy, glass beads and all kinds of sweet treats and trinkets. There are traditions of offering her these items, including the burning of summer incense and blue and white candles in her honor.

At midnite on June 23rd, (tonite), I did my yearly ritual to Queen Mab, and wrote her quite a lengthy poem, which I could tell delighted her. (I will publish it soon.)

In Mab’s honor, and to tune into her mystical presence, I made a special Midsummer’s Eve Faery Queen Oil, a combination of Frankincense, Pine, Rosemary and other summery scents, careful to use a magickal number of drops for each. (Contact me for the recipe).

After consecrating my altar and all the items, I conjured forth the denizens of the Faery Realm; The Sylphs of the East, the Salamanders of the South, the Undines of the West, and the Gnomes of the North, offering them sweets and other delights.

I anointed my candles with the Faery oil, and poured out spring water into a silver bowl, filled with magickal stones. Of course, no offering to Mab would be complete without adding some delicate flowers, including a rose wreath. Then, I burned a scroll filled with written wishes inside my cauldron, and afterward scattered the ashes to the four winds.

As the incense wafted thru the warm nite air, I scryed into my magick mirror, placed within a silver bowl filled with the blessed spring water. What visions, I may not tell — but, all good Faery Scryers receive personal mystical messages

In my vision, Queen Mab rode toward me from an astral vortex, in her magnificent Faery carriage, (drawn by 4 white horses) and swooped up my offerings, laughing wildly — as she loves to do.

Queen Mab speaks to me clairaudiently with the most lovely voice, and tells me secrets regarding Nature. She always brings inspiration and joy.

Faery folk herald Mab’s arrival filling the air with music from other worlds, which is ethereal and haunting — unlike any other sound I’ve ever heard. They play their flower trumpets, singing her praises in their tiny, gleeful voices, as they lead her procession into our world.

Queen Mab, and her Faeries will celebrate with us for a day of joy and glee, enchanting us all with their presence, if we but take the time to listen. May you all hear the song. ~V~

(Art by Henry Meynell Rheam ©)

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Maya Angelou: Rest in Peace, Phenomenal Woman

May 29th, 2014 by Voxx

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The great poet, Maya Angelou passed away today on the New Moon in Gemini.

She was an amazing person who lived a full life, and shared her wisdom with us for a great part of it.

I would like to share one of my favorite poems she wrote, along with a link to a recording of Maya reading it aloud. Click on the above link to read more of her work. Maya, you will be missed. ~V~

Phenomenal Woman (Video)

Phenomenal Woman
By Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size   
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,   
The stride of my step,   
The curl of my lips.   
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,   
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,   
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.   
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.   
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,   
And the flash of my teeth,   
The swing in my waist,   
And the joy in my feet.   
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered   
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,   
They say they still can’t see.   
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,   
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.   
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.   
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,   
The bend of my hair,   
the palm of my hand,   
The need for my care.   
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Maya Angelou, “Phenomenal Woman” from And Still I Rise. Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou. Used by permission of Random House, Inc.


Source: The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou (Random House Inc., 1994)

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The Sword: A Poem

August 27th, 2013 by Voxx

The Sword
By Voxx Voltair ©

To Damascus
We go
Where the planets show
Their barbaric swords
In the form of air

The silent killer hangs
Darts for the throat, with invisible hands
Strangles a child
Eyes stuck open, seeing Nothing
The way adults do

Everything is possible
Now that life is gone
No disappointment
No, “No”

Freedom forever
Being paid for with a single, last breath

Young men heaving
Trying for air, with no luck
For you see, luck has run
Out

Like a wild Adonai, crying out
“For I will come as a thief in the night…”
The Lord does not lie.
He delivers
(Being a God for some)

When will humanity believe more in action, than word?
When will the plan of love, put forth?
When will a single God be enough?

Is this void desert
In the Middle of it all
A place where evolution goes backward?

There may be a day when the Lord accepts
Cane’s gift of plant and fruit
And is no more impressed by the blood and guts of Abel

I know if I were God,
I would love the gift of both sons equally

Then, is it God’s flaw?
A mistake to favor one son over another?
Is this where it all goes
So horribly wrong?

History has proven that man only mirrors
God’s confusion in Himself
…But, God is perfect
So it is merely man pretending to understand God,
And failing.

God has many dimensions
Too many to be seen
At one time

He is All and Everywhere
Yet we see Nothing
Nothing but women and men
Writhing on the ground
Unable to even scream in agony
Such is their suffocating pain.
This, we deem necessary to inflict upon our brothers and sisters
Our children

These human beings, mere targets for poison and rockets.
Just faceless creatures
Beyond an unseen border
Belonging to no one, really
Lines, subjective

It must end, before we do
Before the boundary of War seeps
Out the sides of itself
Rushing the farthest shore.

Then, it will be too late
As History proves each time

There will always be a Dictator
An Eye Con
Who will sway the masses
To tear down a faction from personal distaste

Throngs invariably follow fools,
As suicides fling their ghosts over cliffs

Wisdom is always Past Tense
The future pretends to be Unknown
As a child covers its eyes
Believing itself Invisible
Invincible

We all know quite clearly, what the day brings
Another chance to prove our evolution possible

We must abolish thoughts of God
If all we are capable of is misinterpreting
His command

Love is not a fist, nor a bomb
Nor a traitor’s kiss

God is not an excuse for hatred and ill will

The madness must end
These words will see to it

One day, these words will reach wise ears
Those ears will do more than hear
They will know the Word
They will finally act on command
They will force the hand
To release the Sword

~Dedicated to the victims of the gassing in Syria, 8/21/13~

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