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Outcries

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OUTCRIES Skin2Soul/Subliminal Attraction.

These poem-songs based on my collection .. OUTCRIES, came into being through a collaboration with Sub@. They concern themselves with love in many forms .. the ecstatic, physical and spiritual. Sometimes they are joyful celebrations and at other times they cry out in pain.

Ellen Zaks, 6 February 2008.

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Member Since: 10/25/2006
Band Website: ellenzaks.net
Band Members: Collaborating with Subliminal Attraction on my soon to be released CD – Outcries.
Influences:

OUTCRIES is the first collection of poems from an outstanding new poet – Ellen Zaks.

In a dazzling fusion of myth, fairy-tale and the metaphysical, her unique voice cries out with fearless passion and sensuality.

"With rich and often startling imagery, Ellen Zaks creates in her poems an emotional charge, which is both spiritual and erotic. An exciting talent." D.M. Thomas (Author of The White Hotel)

Her darkly beautiful world resonates with underlying romanticism and mysticism that is never sentimental. The images are profound, often visual and eminently quotable:‘Did we not write our names upon the black porcelain of night, fingers dripping with gold?’ (Lament).

Writing from a 21st century viewpoint on quantum physics and cosmology, Ellen Zaks bravely addresses the rites of passage of life and death. This viewpoint also leads her to explore the strange underbelly of the ‘living, breathing’ internet.

‘Outcries’ the CD – with soundscapes by Subliminal Attraction will soon be available.

SNOW QUEEN

Northern lights hook at the sky,
race the magnesium flares
roaring along the route.

Flocks of birds of one mind
bank and rush into depressions,
white in the chemical brightness.

A hush rings quarter-notes
off the sleigh-runners,
marking the intervals before arrival.

The Home-Coming Snow Queen
trails ice-flows, her childhood,
rocks crushed by her passing.

APOLLO

I met the god-form Apollo in my sleep.
He was real, for I could smell his sweat
but his eyes I cannot describe.

There was one who stood in the way.
She had red shoes and hair
and looked just like me.

He shook his head at our rivalry,
so the jewels in his close-cropped hair
ricocheted and spun

and he laughed in a manner not at all human.
The diamonds in his teeth
shone like tiny suns.

We said we had been waiting for him a long time.
Then he held us safe and close
and we feasted in the windfall of his smile.

Today I like -
Passion, movement, life, saying yes, saying no, stamping my feet (flamenco), excitement, flirting, being lazy, letting my hair grow long, stretching, hot sun on my skin, the smell of jasmine, jokes, red wine and Coca-Cola, bicycling, ballet dancing, the cosmos, psychology, the esoteric, new inventions, losing myself in a novel, de-constructing TV, films etc., the times when I have to write poetry, learning to speak Spanish, cacti, because no two are alike, fast cars, rituals, processions, frankincense, renaissance art, Egyptian art and Isis, Rudolf Nureyev and Margot Fonteyn, Maria Callas, although I cry every time I listen to her, the view of Africa over the Mediterranean at dusk, Mediaeval music, eastern music, reggae, Stravinsky's 'Rite of Spring' Rammstein, warm summer nights, playing castanets, the pageantry of Semana Santa, horses at the ferias, cloud patterns, stars, eclipses, comets, the smell of turpentine when I'm painting, the glory of colour, the miracle of a painting coming together, life drawing, the beauty of the naked body (well toned of course), laughing at myself, wondering what's going to happen next, romance, dressing up and going out, cats, cups of tea with toast and honey, the endless riddle of why we are here and where we are going, all the answerable mysteries we shall maybe only solve when we are beyond life.

Me

Born screaming small into this world
Living I am.
Occupational therapy twixt birth and death–
What was I before?
What will I be next?
What am I now?
Cruel answer carried in the jesting mind
of a careless God
I will not bend and grovel
When I die. If He says my sins are myriad
I will ask why He made me so imperfect
And he will say 'My chisels were blunt'
I will say 'Then why did you make so
many of me?'

Poem by Spike Milligan

Sounds Like: My poetry set to music.

Record Label: None
Type of Label: None

My Blog

Published , performing and perfectly delighted!

Hi everyone, this is an extremely exciting time for me. My first collection of poems, called 'Outcries' has just been published and will be available from Amazon shortly, for the modest sum of five po...
Posted by Skin2Soul on Fri, 09 May 2008 01:25:00 PST

THE LIGHT SHOW

It is only a fan of light,spokes flashing fastfor the illusion of realityso the dying can flail and softly sinkinto their night.Only a light show,flicking and flashing into the past for an illusion of...
Posted by Skin2Soul on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 09:02:00 PST

Impasse

In the singing darknessbetween walls like sheetsmy dry body breaks.I thirstand wrap around youmy tulip erectionsblack madder than a hundred bad nights.I breach youin your fragile tower,sirens wail,int...
Posted by Skin2Soul on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 02:43:00 PST

ANCIENT JOURNEY

On the wayI am a lost childin melt-down jelly-baby tears.I blink:and in the instant of inattentionyou ram a bit of wordsbetween my jaws.The joust begins:I bite,the ironcracks my teeth.We charge:you lo...
Posted by Skin2Soul on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 02:04:00 PST

LUCIA (A DIALOGUE)

I am Lucia, your angel and devil,standing behind the reja of convention,iridescent with eyelashes and tears."Little changeling, it was long agoyou sang about your demons and angels.Our rings and flowe...
Posted by Skin2Soul on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 04:01:00 PST

WAITING FOR YOU

I am waiting for youin the blue subterranean cavern of my longing,weeping upon stalagmites of desirethat wantonly form your bodyso I see you in the hard rock.Calcifying, winding down and running slow,...
Posted by Skin2Soul on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 03:26:00 PST

THE SIN-EATERS

Back-tracking and loopingwe stand on all fours.The ground comes up at once,smelling of frost and dung.We are the sin-eaters.We are immortal.We are the jackals of carnalitywho crave imperfection.Wind ...
Posted by Skin2Soul on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 01:09:00 PST

BAKING FOR CHRISTMAS

7 amThe witch wears a gingham apronto protect herwhile grating nutmegonto the latest batchof Oven-Ready-Baked-Childrenfor childless couples.You can't blame herif occasionallyshe gets hungryand eats on...
Posted by Skin2Soul on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 09:41:00 PST

CANTE HONDO

A mermaid cries out afraid to move.The sea will save or drown her.Carnations were flung at her feetwhen her body uncoiledfor a mortal manbut hot bloodhas never runthrough her cold phenomenal heart.If ...
Posted by Skin2Soul on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 12:47:00 PST

REFRACTIONS

You kneel before me,your lion's manefool's goldunder my palmsas I stroke and stroke.When we met on the trainI kept you at a distance.In the window I saw the backs of your handswere covered in seed-pea...
Posted by Skin2Soul on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 03:54:00 PST