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Poetry Of Abuse And Healing
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TITLE (EDIT)
Poetry Of Abuse And Healing
DESCRIPTION
Poems of abuse and healing written by Sam Vaknin, the author of "Malignant Self Love - Narcissism Revisited".
[826 words]
AUTHOR
Sam Vaknin

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sam Vaknin has a combined doctorate in Physics and Philosophy.

He is an economic and political columnist in many periodicals in a few countries and a published and awarded author of short fiction and reference books in Hebrew, English and Macedonian in Israel, Macedonia and the Czech Republic.

He has collaborated with Israeli psychologists and criminologists in the study of personality disorders and is the author of "Malignant Self Love -
Narcissism Revisited" (available from Barnes and Noble and, as an e-book, from Booklocker, eBooksonthe.net, SoftLock, MightyWords and from CyberRead).

He is the editor of the Mental Health Disorders category in the Open Directory Project and the editor of the Narcissistic Personality Disorder topic in Suite101 and Go.com.

He is serving currently as the Economic Advisor to the Government of Macedonia.

His new book "After the Rain - How the West Lost the East" is available from Barnes and Noble and, as an e-book, from Booklocker, eBooksonthe.net, MightyWords, SoftLock and from CyberRead.

Full CV is available at - http -//www.geocities.com/vaksam/cv.html

Web addresses - http -//narcissism.cjb.net , http -//personality.cjb.net , http -//musings.cjb.net , http -//economics.cjb.net, http -//www.ce-review.org/authorarchives/vaknin_archive/vaknin_main.html

Email address - [email protected] or [email protected]
[July 2000]
AUTHOR'S E-MAIL ADDRESS
[email protected]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (6)
A Beheaded Cart (Short Stories) My grandfather had one love: my grandmother. A ravishing, proud, raven-haired woman. A framed retouched photo of her hung, imposing, on one of the walls. [1,508 words] [Romance]
After The Rain - How The West Lost The East (Essays) An anthology of 180 previously published articles and essays regarding the politics, economics, geopolitics and history of countries in CEE and SEE (Balkan). [11,318 words]
Malignant Self Love - Narcissism Revisited (Essays) The Narcissistic Personality Disorder and Pathological Narcissism Described and Analyzed. 82 frequently asked questions (FAQs), excerpts from the archives of the Narcissism Revisited List, essay and a... [5,066 words]
On The Bus To Town (Short Stories) The announcer warns of imminent terrorist attacks on public transport. It recommends to err on the side of caution and to exhaustively inspect fellow commuters. [2,713 words] [Adventure]
Philosophical Musings (Essays) More than 150 essays about various topics in current philosophy. The main emphases are on - - The philosophy of science - The cognitive sciences - Cultural studies - Aesthetics, art and literature ... [10,353 words]
The Self-Appointed Altruists (Non-Fiction) Their arrival portends rising local prices and a culture shock. Many of them live in plush apartments, or five star hotels, drive SUV's, sport $3000 laptops and PDA's. They earn a two figure multiple ... [2,387 words] [Business]
Poetry Of Abuse And Healing
Sam Vaknin

More poems by the same author are available here:

http://www.geocities.com/vaksam/contents.html

This letter constitutes a permission to reprint or mirror any and all of the materials mentioned herein subject to appropriate credit and linkback.

Author: Sam Vaknin

Contact Info: [email protected]; [email protected]

 


When you wake the morning

When you wake the morning

red headed children shimmer in your eyes.

The veinous map

of sun drenched eyelids

flutters

throbbing topography.

Your muscles ripple.

Scared animals burrow

under your dewey skin.

Frozen light sculptures

where wrinkles dwell.

Embroidered shades,

in thick-maned tapestry.

Your lips depart in scarlet,

flesh to withering flesh,

and breath in curved tranquility

escapes the flaring nostrils.

Your warmth invades my sweat,

your lips leave skin regards

on my humidity.

Eyelashes clash.

A Hundred Children

Tell me about your sunshine
and the sounds of coffee
and of barefeet pounding the earthen floor
the creaking trees
and the skinned memory of hugs
you gave
and you received.
  
Sit down, yes, here,
the intermittent sobbing
of the shades
slit by your golden face.
  
Now listen to the hundred children
that are your womb.
  
I am among them.
Snowflake Haiku

Where I begin
your end
snowflake haikus
melt into
crystalline awareness.
  
I guard
your quivered sleep.
Your skin beats moisture.
The beckoning jugular
that is your mind.
  
My pointing teeth.
  
A universe
of frozen sharp relief,
the icy darts your voice
in my inebriated veins
in yours.
  
Getting Old

The sageing flesh,
a wrinkled vicedom.
The veined reverberation
of a life consumed.
On corneas imprinted
with a thousand dreams,
now stage penumbral plays
directed by a sight receding
and a brain enraged.
To fall, as curtains call,
to bow the last,
rendered a sepia image
in a camera obscured,
a line of credits,
fully exhausted,
fully endured.
 

Narcissism

The Toxic
waste of bottled anger
venomized.
Life belly up.
The reeds.
The wind is hissing
death
downstream,
a river holds
its vapour breath
and leaves black lips
of tar and fish
a bloated shore.
  

Tableaux (on Van Gogh)

Listening to a scarlet sink, detached

an ear, still glistening wax,

in bloody conch.

The gaping flesh.

Wild scattered eyes

fiercing the mirror.

Light ricochets from trembling blade

(it's gaslight evening and the breeze ...)

Behind his stooping shoulders,

a painted room ablaze

the dripping composition of his blood.

The winding crowd

inflates the curtains inwards,

sails of a flying Dutchman.



Prowling



The little things we do together

to give up life.

The percolating coffee,

your aromatic breath,

the dream that glues

your eyelids to my cheek.

We both relent relentlessly.

Your hair flows to its end,

a natural cascade,

a velvet avalanche

buries my hands.

In motion paralyzed,

we prowl each other's

hunting grounds.

Day breaks, our backs

turned to the light

in dark refusal.



My Little Brother

My little brother cuts himself into existence.

With razor tongue I try to shave his pain,

he wouldn't listen.

His ears are woollen screams, the wrath

of heartbeats breaking to the surface.

His own Red Art.

When he cups his bleeding hands

the sea of our childhood

wells in my eyes

wells in his veins

like common salt.

Prague at dusk

Prague lays over its inhabitants in shades of grey. Oppressively close to
the surface, some of us duck, others simply walk carefully, our shoulders
stooped, trying to avoid the monochrome rainbow at the end of the hesitant
rain. Prague rains itself on us, impaled on one hundreds towers, on a
thousand immolated golden domes. We pretend not to see it bleeding to the
river. We just cross each other in ornate street corners, from behind
exquisite palaces. We don't shake heads politely anymore. We are not sure
whether they will stay connected if we do.

It is in such times that I remember an especially sad song, Arabic sounds
interlaced with Jewish wailing. Wall after wall, turret after turret, I
re-visit my homeland. It is there, in that city, which is not Arab, nor
Jewish, not entirely modern, nor decidedly antique that I met her.

And the pain was strong.



A Peace Accord

I wrote, Sally Ann, I wrote:


Shot from the cannon of abuse
as unwise missiles do.


Course set.


Explosive clouds that mark
your video destination.


Experts interpret,
pricking with laser markers,
inflated dialects
of doom.


Hitting the target, you
splinter, a spectacle
of fire and of smoke.

The molten ashes,
the cold metallic remnants,
the core...

A peace accord
between you and your self.

More poems here: http://www.geocities.com/vaksam/contents.html


AUTHOR BIO:

Sam Vaknin Sam Vaknin has a combined doctorate in Physics and Philosophy.

He is an economic and political columnist in many periodicals in a few countries and a published and awarded author of short fiction and reference books in Hebrew, English and Macedonian in Israel, Macedonia and the Czech Republic.

He has collaborated with Israeli psychologists and criminologists in the study of personality disorders and is the author of "Malignant Self Love -
Narcissism Revisited" (available from Barnes and Noble and, as an e-book, from Booklocker, eBooksonthe.net, SoftLock, MightyWords and from CyberRead).

He is the editor of the Mental Health Disorders category in the Open Directory Project and the editor of the Narcissistic Personality Disorder topic in Suite101 and Go.com.

He is serving currently as the Economic Advisor to the Government of Macedonia.

His new book "After the Rain - How the West Lost the East" is available from Barnes and Noble and, as an e-book, from Booklocker, eBooksonthe.net, MightyWords, SoftLock and from CyberRead.

Full CV is available at: http://www.geocities.com/vaksam/cv.html Web addresses: http://narcissism.cjb.net , http://personality.cjb.net , http://musings.cjb.net , http://economics.cjb.net, http://www.ce-review.org/authorarchives/vaknin_archive/vaknin_main.html Email address: [email protected] or [email protected]


 

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