Showing posts with label Radomir Luza. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Radomir Luza. Show all posts

Monday, September 24, 2018

Gloriana Casey and Radomir Luza (October 28, 2018 at Bolton Hall) , Pam Shea's Report and Village Poets News


On October 28, 2019 at 4:30 p.m. Village Poets  will present Gloriana Casey and Radomir Luza as featured poets at the Village Poets Monthly Readings held on Sundays, at 4:30 p.m., at Bolton Hall Museum, 10110 Commerce Avenue, Tujunga, CA 91042. 

The readings include a featured poet (20 min. each for two poets) and two open mike segments. Refreshments are served and $3 donations collected for the cost of the venue, the second historical landmark in the City of Los Angeles, that celebrated its centennial in 2013.  The Museum is managed by the Little Landers Historical Society.


GLORIANA CASEY

A small girl dreams of being——everything. Does she succeed?—Not quite ------- but if variety is the spice of life, it’s been a grand success. Ice skater with the once upon a time Ice Follies, artist, creating animal creatures from paint and rock, teacher; US office of Education grant for Creative Dramatics; arts reviewer for midwest tv and a copywriter  too---occasional actress and SAG/AFTRA member——and of course, a rhymer poet, dedicated to the proposition that more can be learned and retained through RHYME, than form note taking.  After all, before writing, there was rhyme, meter and song!  Writing  on  and on and even  sometimes still  tutoring, and having a wonderful time!


The Magic of MOM   

Oh, MOM, your name’s a palindrome;
it’s letters they form that.
It reads MOM going to the right.
From left? It reads MOM back!

Dependable that MOM word is,
in quality so true.
The YOU we always do count on,
Today, you get your due!

Three hundred sixty-five the days,
just one we celebrate.
We ought to celebrate you more;
perhaps a weekly fete?

A magic MOM in ambigram,
so please, do take a bow!
For even more——just flip that name,
and MOM turns into WOW!

originally appeared altadenablog 2012

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THE PIGGY BANK BLESSING

The HE yells," Charge, but SHE yells,”save!”
Dilemma!  Oh so common!
A frugal SHE, yet spendthrift HE.
Finances had hit bottom!

They tried the ice cube frozen test,
where card must thaw to spend.
“Oh my, “ the weary wife did say,
“HIs patience has no end!”

Then next they tried to list all down,
Each purchase to the cent.
But found the pen and paper bills,
In costs , made not a  dent.

“Ah ha, “ HE said. “ I have a thought---
it does seem a bit wiggy.
Each time I charge---- the interest costs,
We’ll put in our bank, Piggy.”

With calculator in his hand,
charge card was wrapped in tape.
He had to figure interest first,
Soon patience met with fate.

“I’m spending that!” He winced in pain.
“This interest costs us dearly.”
SHE  saw his transformation there,
A man was saved, quite clearly.

So HE and SHE, they danced through life,
Both were a little giddy.
Their “interest,” game had saved their lives.
They owed it all to," Piggy!"



SONNET OF THE SCARY

“Sonnet of the Scary—in 13 lines with a Quiz!”

Even now, this longest night of fear shrieks
a dandy wail of ghosts in kith and kin!
So gather the horrors——monstrous freaks
and all——in dead silence terror stalks in!
Usher in secrets of crumbling walls,
and shadows that cut like a pendulum blade!
Add oval portrait—where beauty she  falls,
muted all beauty in Death;s ghastly shade!
A burial casket———life within lurks!
A needful and ape-like clue will abide.
Castle door  padlocked——yet Death takes his perks;
that oblong box holds a secretive bride!
Ravens and Man—evermore————fright’s alive!



If you haven’t guessed who this poem is about, then spell it out.
Take the 1st letter of the first line,
Then the 2nd letter of the second line.
The 3rd letter of the third line, and continue on to line 13.

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First appeared in the altadenablog in 2013



RADOMIR LUZA


Radomir Vojtech Luza was born in Vienna, Austria in 1963 to renowned Czech parents.  The Tulane University and Jesuit High School Graduate (New Orleans) has been Poet Laureate of North Hollywood, CA for over six years.  The former President of the North Hollywood West Neighborhood Council in Los Angeles and 1997 Bucks County, PA auditor candidate is a Pushcart Prize Nominee, author of 30 books, a Marquis Who's Who Lifetime Achievement Award Recipient and Writer's Digest and 2018 Highland Park Poetry Challenge Honorable Mention.  His poetry has been published in over 90 anthologies, literary journals, blogs, newspapers, magazines and other media.  The veteran stand-up comedian has featured his poetry over 100 times across the country.  Luza is also a SAG/AFTRA/AEA union actor, theatre and book critic and host/curator of over a dozen poetry readings throughout the country, including UNBUCKLED: No Ho POETRY at T.U. Studios in North Hollywood, CA with Mary Anneeta Mann.  He edits and publishes the literary magazine, VOICES IN THE LIBRARY.

To find out more about Luza as artist and critic go to


Six Million Feet High

Delta flight 403
London to Vienna

Row 13 seats A and B
Mother and me

Seat C
Austrian man
Telling mother that
Holocaust did not happen

“Es war nicht,” he says in German

Czech mother
War survivor

Stands up and blurts out
Her best German

“Es war und es war sehr schlecht”

The slaughter took place and
Was very bad, she says

Finally free
Without apathy
Mother sits down
In B

I stop shaking knee
Order hot tea




SUMMER OF ADVENTURE, CAMPING, AND POETRY

BY PAM SHEA, SUNLAND TUJUNGA POET LAUREATE

This summer, I had a couple of weeklong vacations that were recuperating, renewing, regenerating, and inspiring. In early July, I connected with poetry through nature and the camaraderie of new friends as a participant in the program Drawing Inspiration from the Parks, led by John and Ann Brantingham. This past year, John was named the first Poet Laureate of Sequoia and Kings Canyon National Parks, and this is the fifth year of the Parks program. John leads the writing workshops, while Ann directs the artists, although many of us delved into both means of artistic expression.


Writers and artists from all around the USA attend workshops, hone their skills, do homework (although I slacked a bit on this part), do volunteer work in both parks, and have an amazing time. We pitched our own tents in the volunteer campground, brought and prepared all our own food (stored in bear boxes, of course), saw lots of wildlife, watered tree seedlings in Kings Canyon National Park, pulled out invasive plants from a meadow in Sequoia National Park, and so much more. Information on the program can be found on the Facebook page (“Drawing Inspiration from the Parks”). I hope to do this again next summer, so please let me know if you are interested in participating. 



FOREST TREASURES

Come, my friends, and grow tall like the trees,
With hearts on fire for protecting our lands.
Capture bugs, breezes, and butterflies
In your souls as you scoop and caress soft sand.

Let the forest silkiness embrace your bodies
As flickering stars in dark skies light the way.
Nature can nourish, sustain, and uplift,
Leading on paths of peace to much brighter days.

—Pamela Shea


My second excursion was another camping trip, this time to beautiful Lake Tahoe. This was my second family-and-friends reunion camping trip, which was a time of celebrating our common pasts while making new memories. As a child, I vacationed with my family at Lake Tahoe, where I learned to love the serenity and beauty of Big Blue, also known as Lake of the Sky. This trip was a time of remembrance while also strengthening current relationships. I came home refreshed and ready to resume my life in beautiful Sunland-Tujunga. Both trips gave me confidence as an individual and as a poet, and many poems resulted from these amazing experiences.


LAKE TAHOE TANKA SEQUENCE

beneath mauve mountains
clear blue lake waters flow
the color of my father’s eyes
and mine too
emotions rise from depths

a speed boat bounces
across the lake
I see Father driving
though he’s been gone many years
tears flow and comingle with the lake

sand soft beneath toes
trees wave in cool breezes
I remember early morning chill
when we would water-ski
father always woke early

traits inherited
blue eyes and early risings
I keep father alive
in sharing stores
cycles continue like seasons

—Pamela Shea


VILLAGE POETS NEWS

The reading by Margaret Saine and Eliecer Almaguer on September 22, 2018 was full of poetic and artistic delights.  Margaret translated Eliecer's Spanish poems into English and they read those together. Then she presented her work from the Gardens of the Earth book, so recently published by Moonrise Press that the author has not yet seen a copy.



In the Open Mike section, Kathabela Wilson presented her prize winning work, and Rick Wilson performed on a replica of a Native American flute. Fascinating!


Photo by Kathabela Wilson




Photo by Kathabela Wilson






Portraits of poets - Alice Pero, Maja Trochimczyk, Margaret Saine, Eliecer Almaguer.
by Kathabela Wilson.

Kathabela with her poetic notebook. 



Thursday, February 9, 2012

Sharon Rizk and Radomir Luza instead of the Oscars

The Village Poets of Sunland-Tujunga are pleased to announce their upcoming open MIC poetry event on Sunday, February 26, 2012 (yes the same time as the red carpet for the Oscars), at 4:30 – 6:30 p.m., at the Bolton Hall Museum, 10110 Commerce Ave., Tujunga, CA 91042.

The featured poets are Sharon Rizk and Radomir Luza!

Sharon Risk earned a Doctorate in Clinical Psychology and currently has a private psychotherapy practice in Pasadena. She also teaches at a local community college, and provides clinical supervision for psychotherapy interns and trainees at various agencies. Sharon is a published poet and has one CD collection of her original work “The Shadow of Your Longing: Poems to Grow With” available on Amazon.com.

Radomir Vojtech Luza’s love of politics an art comes from his parents who escaped Communism in their beloved Czechoslovakia in 1948. Radomir has averaged about a book a year. He has been widely-published in literary journals, anthologies and on websites, and has organized poetry readings across the country, including UNBUCKLED: NOHO POETRY, which he co-organizes and hosts in North Hollywood. Luza has also recorded three spoken word CDs: STRAIGHT OUTTA NOHO: INCOMPLETE, NOTHING WATER and IN THE DARK OF MORN: A JOURNEY TOWARDS LOVE.

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SHARON RIZK



Sharon Rizk was born in Oregon in 1943. She has spent the majority of her life in various communities within Los Angeles County, although her first few highly formative years of schooling occurred in San Francisco. She received a Bachelor’s degree in English Literature as a young adult, and returned to
school as an older adult to earn a Master’s degree and a Doctorate in Clinical Psychology.

She currently has a private psychotherapy practice in Pasadena, CA, teaches at a local community college, and provides clinical supervision for psychotherapy interns and trainees at various agencies. She is a published poet and has one CD collection of her original work “The Shadow of Your Longing: Poems to Grow With” available on Amazon.com. She also has conducted several free writing workshops for the community over the past two years and facilitated a low-fee weekend writing retreat at the end of September, 2011. She can be reached at 626-674-4599 or srizk@earthlink.net.

Coming Up for Air

There will be times
when you may notice
something
missing

remember then
you come from here
seaweed forests crooned
at your arrival

sweetly undulate
each time that you return
you will visit land
pretend

that walking suits you
but know
of something
not alarming wrong

but not precisely right
San Francisco dawn
when her bridge is nestled
in a vagrant cloud

fallen out of formation
to feel its way through
and round girders, cables
veins of traffic

vaguely heard
but not seen and so
the bridge as well
not there

you will come up for air
an other sea to wash through you
that turns your blood bright red
when you inhale

and darkens
as it courses through
your body
as if

there were a time continuum
upon which
you could spot yourself
to avoid confusion, disarray

the sense of
something
missing
as you turn and turn

when air becomes unbearable
when one more breath
would ask too much
remember then

you come from here
there is no past that binds
no future that compels
no constraint upon this moment

it
is
all
all here


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RADOMIR LUZA



Radomir Vojtech Luza’s love of politics an art comes from his parents who escaped Communism in their beloved Czechoslovakia in 1948. His mother was the youngest actress ever accepted into the Czech National Dramatic Conservatory, where she studied until Adolph Hitler closed-down the school in 1943. His father, Radomir Sr., was a Resistance fighter against the Nazis in WWII, and later a widely-published full professor of Eastern European History at Tulane University in New Orleans. His grandfather, General Vojtech Luza, led the Czech Resistance until he was murdered by the Nazis in 1944.

From his first book, THE HARAHAN JOURNAL (1986), to his 24th, THE CAFÉ LATTE TAPES, Radomir has averaged about a book a year. He has been widely-published in literary journals, anthologies and on websites, and has organized poetry readings across the country, including UNBUCKLED: NOHO POETRY, which he co-organizes and hosts in North Hollywood and a new Reading in NOHO at Phil’s Diner beginning January 18th.

Luza has also recorded three spoken word CDs: STRAIGHT OUTTA NOHO: INCOMPLETE, NOTHING WATER and IN THE DARK OF MORN: A JOURNEY TOWARDS LOVE.


Cleveland

The Starbucks on West 6th matters tonight
It slices through the poetry critic in my head like
The birth of death

Over there on the intersection of asphalt and pain the city stops making sense
It is a brown flamingo a flying submarine an undiscovered leper colony

Girls walk down Superior thumb prints in caffeine jungle nonfat milk not included
Boys sashay Lake Erie buttons bend below cuff
Water runs through levee of lips

Fish lying still
Finding me away from me
Raping the riverbed of retreat

The love we share
The backs I break
Cleveland free me
Squeeze me
Believe me

The easy way is getting harder
The numbness of instinct
The intrusion of genius
The arrogance of confidence

Your warehouses and flats
Buy words my sweaters take
My angels fake
My sister makes
Your rivers snake and shake through castrated causeways and bulletproof heartaches

At the parking lot across from the steak house I park my ulcer red Pontiac rent-a-car
And give Sam the attendant four dollars. I give the homeless guy down the block 35
Cents. After buying a Plain Dealer newspaper from a bilge box across the street I admit it
To myself: it is your people Cleveland your black, your red, your white, your green
Your baritone meadows and your rustic rattlesnakes
You close earlier than death my Midwestern mohawk
You open later than life Ohio ovary
Over there by the chophouse children lean on charred chandeliers and press tomatoes
Born while they ruled the universe in naked pinstripes
Cleveland you are my father
Guarding borders with a sunflower


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Camellia photos from Descanso Gardens (c) 2012 by Maja Trochimczyk