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New Collection of Poetry

olmI am nearly finished with my new collection of poetry, a book entirely containing poems entirely wriiten by me, with input from my Thing and my Son,  This book has abosolutely nothirng to do with Persea, and I know better than to cross steps with that publisher, who actually sued me previously:  because I did something most writers do, I revised some poems and was honest. 

 

 

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This is not the first time I have been involved with this poet, as these photos reveal: 

 

 Here is a quote that Writer L Bush made about this performance: “

Writer L Writer Bush’s comments about the reading with Bob Holman in the Hannan:

“Hi Forker Gryle; I did not film it; I shot pics. Had I known you would go OFF like that, I would have filmed it. I was totally unprepared for the Tina/Ike (happy days) vibe you two had going on. It was FUCKING AWESOME! -w.”

 

and here I am wearing his hat:

 

 

and below here I am on a date with him: I was 60 years old in the photo, and now I am 64, and look like this: No weaves, no extensions, never a relaxer in my life, all the hair is  rooted in my head naturally, yes, I am multiracial, but so what? A black moher asshamed of her appearnce and all the non-black stuff, paternal inheritance !I a not going to deny my father and his father:

 

 

 

Her I am on a date with him; I sas 60 years old, and he was 66.  He even carried me on his back afetr dinner at Vermillion restaurant in Chicago..

THYLIAS MOSS - DREAM BABY DATE DRESSAnd here writng a text to him: 

Now, befefore anothe rlawsuit,  wamnto to point out that I am including no poem at all, still under “control” by Persea.  There is no way I would do that, as Persea rejected a blurb this poet had written for my current –and last! book with Persea, Review of Wannbe (1).jpg

 

This is a fine review of “Wannnabe” but has more to do with my writing than with the publisher, and a book supposedly “comprehensive lacks any poems from what might  be my most major collection of all , “Small Congregations” endorsed by Harold Bloom himself on Charlie Rose, published by Ecco Press, I might add, the one volume of my poetry to which I hold al the rights, so its inclusion would hav e required MY PERMISSION! Small Congregations

 Here is the Persea book involved in the  dispute for  which I was served a suboena in my University of Michigan office: 

 

04. Rainbow Remnents in Rock Bottom Ghetto Sky

Winner of the National Poetry series Open Competition

 

 

I am mentioned in Harold Bloom’s Interview on Charlie Rose, concerning “Small Congregations”:

here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9ieF7LVbyI

The highest possible endorsement in American Letters!

I am mentioned at 12:01

 

He is by far, the finest collaborator i have eve r known, amd if any of you think I would dare use any poem over whch Persea has any say, you re dead wrong! I d onot seek trouble where none shoULD BE.

 

When I went there, I didnt even take a copy of “Wannabe ! why insult him even more! 

Even if I didn’t care about him as much as I do I woudl never treat anyone like that.  

een published n line her:

the poem in question I noticed in a tweet, “Ana’s Survivors” that has only been published online  here in the American journal of Poetry  here:

 

http://theamericanjournalofpoetry.com/v5-moss.html

http://theamericanjournalofpoetry.com/v5-moss.html

 

not in anything  associated with Persea.When i know where and when my new collection, whose title I will not disclose, I will announce that, but it WILL NOT BE PERSEA.  

 I can’t say enouh good things about this man! 

 

Just wait for the collection of petry, and that should clarify many things.  He is my literary Executor, my Collaborator, and my Mr. Muse, Literary Advisor, and can he ever Kiss!  — and yeres, I Love him with all my heart!

 

 

 

 

 

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Podcast Transcriptions for Thomas Robert

Since Thomas Robert and I are no longer speaking (I hope this isn’t permanent) and I am not sure whether or not he has my transcriptions of his podcasts, so I thought I would place them here, so at least access is possible.

Given that these transcription are of time spent in Alaska, I thought that my picture should be a bit more wintry, although it is well into June 2017, also indicative of the coldness between Thomas Robert and I right now,  I sure hope that it isn’t lasting;  I’ve known him so very long.  Well, these transcriptions were a gift and I give them again.

It was a pleasure to transcribe them, and here is one offering of a transcription of Episode one.

Well, it’s my last night in New York

I had a poem I wrote a while ago, “Last Nights”

–last nights are very important to me, because I’ve had a lot of them.

I love last nights because you always have, “well, that happened last night” but when it happens on your last night, then you know that you’re ready

for whatever comes next, the molecules lining up

in preparation for departure.

I can’t believe all of this is not even off the beaten path; it’s

off the highway here in Juneau.

That’s the sound of the waterfall coming down

–just one hole through the ice sheet

through the glacier; glaciers move back

and it turns into a waterfall

The green is the definition of green

which of course is a multihued “green”,

the “moss” popping, the leaves looking primordial

and the fir trees getting dark, dark, dark

and the sun filtering through with gold.

Everybody’s a bear.

Counting eagles from the front porch:

1. one just flew over, and then slowly

straight into the clouds

across the bay

2. two surprised me:  At a diagonal so close

I could hear the wind in the wings

3. three sailed so high up in a spiral,

I didn’t know it disappeared…


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It was a pleasure to try to transcribe them as they are all poetry, at least to me.  I did not transcribe all of them, but I did my best from close listening at the time, so these are for you Thomas Robert, the best I could do at the time that I transcribed them.

I had more difficulty with episode two and there are two versions; here is one of them:

I saw the bear a half hour after I landed in Juneau.

The crow has welcomed me, and three eagles;

pretty much the clans have given me the omen of omens.:

You really feel who owns the place

–and it sure ain’t me.

Gray.

Pick a gray that pours into Auke Bay

like a glacier, and what is true

for a cloud in Juneau is to be born rain

in a gray garment handed down from seals,

that gray, that other gray, that gray over there.

Mountain continues ocean

Language continues continues

Story continues language

Mother continues child

Child continues memory

Memory continues whale

Whale continues sea

Boat continues life

Twitter continues Twitter

Waves continue ice

Milk continues poem

Laughter continues dance

Mountain continues ocean

continues contains continues

rain continues continues continues

continues language

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(I believe this to be the other version, sorry if they’re identical; every time, I tried to open Microsoft Word, I couldn’t, and these are transcriptions I found in other places and copied them into Apple’s Pages word processor which has never given me a problem):

I saw the bear a half hour after I landed in Juneau.

The crow has welcomed me, and three eagles;

pretty much the clans have given me the omen of omens.

You really feel who owns the place

–and it sure ain’t me.

Gray.

Pick a gray that pours into Auke Bay

like a glacier, and what is true

for a cloud in Juneau is to be born rain

in a gray garment handed down from seals,

that gray, that other gray, that gray over there.

[some of the prose interlude]:

I’m looking out over Auke Bay in juneau; it’s not “awe”, but “auke” the “ka”

is a diminutive, so it’s little “ah” –just a little “awe” [ah] in the air

along with all the grays that are there.

–a lot of these clouds aren’t clouds;

they’re the moisture

off the mountains;

I know they’re there; I’ve seen them when the sun decides

to set fire to the sky.

A sea lion crossing:

In Kotzebue, you’re never too far from the tundra

In Kotzebue, you’re never too far from the sea.

The sun and moon dancing with the Northern Lights

–that’s about it here in Kotzebue.

Over the Arctic Circle, 60 miles from Russia

–unbelievable!– what they call the “Beringia Region”

–where the continents of Asia and North America

connected, where the Wooly Mammoth crossed,

and it still fels like wooly mammoth territory…

I read about how today was the last day of summer

in New York; it’s 70 degrees, but here,

it’s right at freezing, and you gotta bundle up!

Mountain continues ocean

Language continues continues continues

Story continues language

Mother continues child

Child continues memory

Memory continues whale

Whale continues sea

Boat continues life

Twitter continues Twitter

Waves continue ice

Milk continues poem

Laughter continues dance

Mountain continues ocean

continues contains continues

rain continues continues continues

continues language


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-“and it sure ain’t me” anymore, but it used to be me, Thomas Robert; it used to be me.  

A few more images of winter, not in Alaska, but right in Michigan:

This used to be my own back yard; I like to think of the world as my own back yard.  I am connected to so much, and all of it moves through me, all of it “continues” to use Thomas Robert’s language.  

Who can say what will be the lucky entity to continue something?  I will continue being myself; I have little choice in that anyway.  

I am not a bear per se, but I did write something about a bear that I will transcribe as soon as I can.  You see, Thomas Robert said,  at least that’s the way that I transcribed it.  As Thomas Robert said in episode one, “Everybody’s a bear”… 

Indeed, long before I knew Thomas Robert at all, I knew that everyone is a bear, and called my father “Teddy” out of that knowledge,

and not that you need confirmtion of your statement from me, Thomas Robert, but you  have it anyway.

Let there be peace for the universe, for the world, and also between us, that “US”-ness you named and used to speak about, that very “US”-ness I will always love,

Even that “US”-ness of humanity; I give that back to you, my friend.  Always.

Relocation

The time has come.  Goodbye Ypsilanti, hello again Ann Arbor.

Tomorrow is the official day!  Dream Baby is coming back to town! 

Moved to Ann Arbor, Michigan from Massachusetts, became very ill, rupture of a cranial aneurysm , 2011, survived, against all expectations, and my life was forver changed for the better, improved I mean,  divorced after 40 years of marrage, a change I really needed, having married as a teenager who knew nothing, not really; I thought I knew a few thngs, but I really didn’t.  

Mostly, although I was married for such a long time, wedding in 1973, turns out that I knew nothing about love,  not really.   But a friend of mine (Thomas Robert Higgginson)  did, and we got together for the best weekend of my life, became the basis of a romance novel, I was finally able to write, my favorite book of all my thirteen books: 

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New Kiss Horizon

details on acquisition of this book:

Link to “New Kiss Horizon” on Smashwords:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/683373

Link to “New Kiss Horizon” paperback on Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/New-Kiss-Horizon-Thylias-Moss/dp/1540584496

Link to “New Kiss Horizon” Kindle book on Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/New-Kiss-Horizon-Thylias-Moss-ebook/dp/B01N1K0PLC

Link to Thylias Moss Amazon writer page:

https://www.amazon.com/Thylias-Moss/e/B001JSBOQQ

Vashtis Blog (narrator of NKH, maintaining a blog so that readers may keep in touch with developments in the character’s life beyond the book:

Vashti’s blog URL:

https://vashtisblog.wordpress.com/

Presently working on a book about my father; a book I have needed to write for many years. He and my son (I was finally able to have) are the people most like me in the world.  My father was the most soft-hearted man –and I am soft-hearted too. My     son may be soft-hearted also, but life itself and the world not fully hospitable to such nature has tried to crush this, has tried to hammer it out of us, but my heart, agaist all reason, defiant in its softness had not curled up and died, the ventricles useless, chambers unvisited and exploited.

This too is legacy.  

A softer legacy to be sure.  I wish he had lived to know any of this for himself. 

My father - main portrait

This Heart will survive. 

Of course I like memories, but I prefer things of substance, the physics of what  can held in my hands, hot or cold, even if it burns, I want the marks of  living well, of knowing these feelings; there is a cost of knowledge, and for those who maintain the story of origins involving Adam and Eve,  the cost of knowledge was the loss of paradise, but I suggest  that the knowledge gained perhaps was worth that loss; for they gained a physicality that is very much enjoyed around the world, among all species the propagate –he way it’s  done: interaction and connection of bodies:

the actual paradise of pleasure.

PREPARATIONS FOR “RED DRESS CODE”

Have taken only a few photos, after having my hair done at Penthouse Hair Design, in Ypsilanti, Michigan yesterday –great work done there; my stylist is Pat Freeman,

who documented that my hair, my natural hair really is waist-lengh now!  Even Pat thought the hair growth is phenomenal!

I told her I’d like for my hair to be long enough for  me to sit on, ad she sees no reason why that can’t happen…

and Premail Freeman,, her husband agreed.   Only shampoo, conditioner, and a flat iron used on my hair…

It really is a kind of crowning glory for this woman soon to turn 62! –remember that as you see the pics.

 

One of these, or a pic like them, this dress however, designed by Edmund Newton of Project Runway

 

This dress was sold on Just Fab.

Coming up on 15 April, will be the opening of the show Ellipsis at the Pulitzer Arts Foundation, 3716 Washington Boulevard, St. Louis, MO 63108.  

 

My video poam, “The Glory Prelude to a Widow Shrine System” will be one of the features. Here’s a sample from the brochure! –hope to see you there!Ellipsis brocheye announcing Ellipsis Show, featuring work by Thylias Moss

Can’t wait until my new book, “Wannabe Hoochie Mama Gallery of Realities’ Red Dress Code”, a volume of New and Selected Poetry comes out, In September 2016 from Persea Books!wannabe_front copy

Very exciting!  –I can’t wait to see it… Have already received some sample pages….

 

Things are in motion…. Things are happening!  At last!!! At last!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

New Writing happening

 

At work on a new project; can’t say much about it, as I don’t yet know that much about it myself.  Perhaps a ritual to embrace summer? A ritual to reclaim myself?

 

But, I have to keep writing, even while I’m unsure… I have no other job now –this is it: “Write or die!”  Truly “Publish” or “Perish“!

Recently had a blurb approved for “LFMK” a collection of prose poams!”–a blurb approved by ML Liebler! blurb for “Looking for My Killer” — a prose poam of which,Majorana Harem Culture” will soon  be online in One! edited by Richard Krawiec

Agent-Less!

 

Still can’t believe what has happened, right when I’m on the verge of having a book that finally could be marketable –don’t I hope! –have to dream…  (especially when making a Fairy Tale

–have to deal with this development….

Anyway, my former agent dropped me! –so I do need, or rather I want, another one, and if you have an suggestions –as to who I might “solicit” (if that’s the right word), please let me know… an I was getting so ready for “Once Upon a Tine”