I've been writing for a very long time, what seems like my whole life, taking it seriously from the time I was about 11. Now, at 46, I think I may be starting to get the hang of it: Say what you feel, as passionately as you can, but always with an ear turned to those who are listening.
Most of my more serious work is done at live performances, which i do totally extemporaneously, channeling the mood of the room as my fingers play on the guitar. You can see some of that if you go to "my" website. (Open Mics Austin is a platform I created to showcase the Spoken Word scene here in Austin, TX. Only a small role in which i play.)
As far as I can tell what makes good writing is LOVE. Love ,plainly simply, and with no strings attached.
I put these words/books before you, not so much because I want something back from it, because I think and feel like I feel my bones and my soul, if you were to see the world, experience it like it do, for even a brief moment, you would walk away from that happier, more alive, compassionate and in tune with all those around you.
Peace, good will, and harmony. Let those be your guiding light.
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Your life can be a work of art
Adaptable and free!All you have to do
Live Life Lives!(Part Yuan)
All my life,i have been watching,waiting witnessing
One tiny raindrop springs into green poems
Trees bloom,plants blossom,gardens pray
Now i know why!..READ ON!
How To Stay Alive! (The Stories so far
You are Vital! Essential as air!Without your eyes reading this-it does not exist!
You make this real by interpreting it in your own unique manner
Now Read on!
Every where is holy-before after and sometimes during us
We attune to zeitgeist/absorb /learn/assimilate/integrate
This goes for word soundscrapes spells sentences
Every point of contact is holy.
Water Forest Light
Just to be a little bit ahead of time
is the blessed point and purpose of rhyme
Self-improvement can only glow so far
'When you wish upon a star!"
Listen to the MoonTrees!
There is a door to the moon that opens each night.
You can see through that door when you sit in a tree
The moon and each tree have a relationship
like moon and tide,love and dreams
Fibonacci for Beginners!
Sequence is everything.
None of us are islands.
So the way we dance in words is linked.
Hear! Is What Eye Learned
I am a teardrop in your ocean
A yacht in a teacup
Time -out in the Class of Life
A cat on the moon tonight
And this is what i have learned..
What Shall We Tell Our Children?
"Telling lies to the children is wrong/Telling them that God is in his Heaven/and all is well in this world-is wrong/The young are people-they know what you mean/Tell them that the way is hard/.../Tell them that you have failed before/and will probably fail again/Tell them now.Tell them often/Otherwise the children will not forgive in us/what we so readily forgave in ourselves"-Y. YEVTUSHENKO
Transformations vs Transmutations
Danny Strack says the mutants will win-Chenobyl agrees!Fukushima is work in progress-radioactive tuna from California to Portland,Oregon.FOREVER!
Eye prefer we transform into wise ,attuned,transparent entities/retaining the best of humanity,evolving out of war/competition/violence.Time will tell/history burps!
The Way Out Is The Weigh In
We are under constant and continuous assessment.We carry the weight of emotional past histories.Release of all pasts will increase levity.Look within/live without!
Stones Upon My Wings
Illusion Victimhood,solipsisms,difficulties slow me down to stop.When i take these emotional rocks off,i can get my rocks off!
POVEGLIA=Isle of the Dead.A space no one visits-between Venice & Lido.Haunted since Roman Times when it was used as a burial spot for plague victims.During the Black Death,up to 160K plague victims were burned to death.The island still has a layer of ashes.More recently,it has been a quarantine station & a mental hospital,where inmates could hear and see plague victims.
On My Way Back Home
I am home-but i left.Every evening,when i dream travel.Every morning when i jump suit into my daily orange skin.Afternoon-siesta.All these cricket lives,playing Zen basketball-with Noh hoop!
Prayer. Chant. Anthem. Sacred. Secular. This is the Path. So i go OFF the Path-to find THE WAY.
Manifesto of a Bibliophile
Try as i will, to give away what i love-books still pile up faster than i can read or give away. I have a backlog of 7 cats lives to pass all knowledge on
Yggdrasil-Great World Tree!
You live on the Great Wold Tree-every Branch a Family
You are a leaf in Autumn.You will Fall,compost,mulch
You will return,renewed.But you will not know you
Xin Nian Kuai Le!
Surprised by Joy(Wordsworth). Confucius vs Mao(China). China is bigger than all these poems, accents,dialogues, languages,regions,histories, horrors From the Square to the Wall-from floods to famine-China is our future. (Written in English)
Singing in My Skin!
I do not go anywhere these days without my skin.I carry it with me at all times.If ever you see me without it,please send me back home(sez Disassociated Thought Patterns)
To Be Anonymous is my life's ambition.I am succeeding.You did not read,nor respond to this.For which i THANK YOU!
51 States of Consciousness
Consider each State Flower, Bird and a State Quarter etc., consider what each of these imply-and how they might explicate the common Fates we are confronted with daily,which do not stop @State Borders-drought,weather changes,economy etc. We will need all 51 States to face our Common Future. In the words of Benjamin Franklin-"We will need to hang together-or we will most certainly hang separately"
Too Much, Not Enough
Too Much/Not Enough, Might As Well Fly Away, and Cuz Somewhere Along The Line I Forgot My Self, are three books issued as a set, this one draws its verve from the place where one asks "Do I not have enough?", love, grace, energy, or "Do I have too much?" caring, compassion, love. As such it is the most difficult of the 3. Yet, to all of them, each of their unique threads also runs.
Might As Well Fly Away
Might As Well Fly Away, Cuz Somewhere Along The Line I Forgot My Self, and Too Much/Not Enough, are three books issued as a set, this one encompasses the sense of freedom that comes from feeling you have accomplished your mission, that is to say have arrived at the place where you no longer hold anything or one as an enemy and truly Love all things. To that regard it speaks of emancipation.
Cuz Somewhere Along The Line I Forgot My Self
Cuz Somewhere Along The Line I Forgot My Self, Might As Well Fly Away and Too Much/Not Enough, are three books issued as a set, this one encompasses the liberation that comes from loss, and all that is to be gained from "Reaching Within and Taking Out". The poems contained here in speak to the liberation of the spirit within and how when any man or woman does so we are all made better by it.
Free for an Unlimited Time
There is something inside me which predates me.
There is something outside me which will end before I do.
Yet Here, in the Middle, the Eternal Inside You and the Eternal Inside I can meet
hold hands and rejoice in that.
Peace and Love Outlasting.
Glad we are in this time and space together.
Conduits of the Sublime
I've been feeling in recent months the infinitesimal boundary between ourself and the sublime. And the veneer DOES disappear. And then and only then do true poems come out. All the writing I have ever done, is just a means of wearing away that layer: being ever closer to the moment, the moment that does not end. If these poems are conduits to the sublime, then so is every man and every woman.
Regret's Demise is a collection of poems written specifically to document the process of killing regret in the poet's life. Mr. Vanya had had enough of regret and so decided to kill it. The poems in the book document that process (formally some not so) as to how one might go about living without regret. Worthy, optimistic, emphatic, inspirational. Take a leap of faith, and try it yourself. Freedom
CarryAway Seeds is a deliberate collection, by Mr. Vanya, to house in a single volume simply put ideas, that transcend the small words which elucidate them. And in that we too might put them in the pockets of our heart, share them, hold only for a moment, as we might a butterfly or moth, then Set Free! Until inspired enough, we realize poems are only as fresh as the lips that speak them. Release!
My Body is a Forest-Ash/Right Leg
In "My Body is a Forest-Willow/Right Leg", Mr. Vanya hurtles forward, abandons his fears of recklessness, runs, crouches/springs, ever taking us on a journey, sometimes down, but also up. Up where All of Us dance together. Not just people, but rocks, soot, ash, birds, sky. To Mr. Vanya, while the issues of our time are money and despair, the Answer is simple: We ONLY run when we dance together!
My Body is a Forest-Willow/Left Leg
In "My Body is a Forest-Willow/Left Leg", Mr. Vanya stretches up, reaches out, walks away. Sits for a moment in sorrow, grief, frustrations (the same we all do), then from the Legs he lifts up, carries on, picks up others, and moves "Forward". "Where will this moment take us", Mr. Vanya says in Willow. His reply "Forward" if you both allow it to, and you exert some force on yourself/your heart.
My Body is a Forest-Cypress/Right Arm
In "My Body is a Forest, Cypress/Right Arm", Mr. Vanya embraces the possibility that it takes not only passion to live life fully and to the benefit of mankind, but courage, faithfulness, and comradery. And as with all of Mr. Vanya's poems, the result is simple: Embrace every last iota of it, and hold nothing back. As a single book, Cypress is an extended hand, as a part of the whole: a seed.
My Body is a Forest-Elm/Left Arm
In this part of the "My Body is a Forest", esp. "Elm/Left Arm", Mr. Vanya has included all of the poems which "do the work" of living. The heavy lifting from the dark and frustrated places of life to the more elevated sanctuaries of hope, love, human kindness and compassion. And as in all of his books, what ever Voice he speaks for, carries us with it. Hope is the answer, and human-hood the goal.
Eagle's Wings is a grand and soaring flight of a young man as he pursues bold concepts like "God", "Man", "Love" and "love", "fate", "eternity", "grace" and "life". All of which are handled in the simplest of language and with the richest of heart and mind. Mr. Vanya's first book, but by no means simplistic nor raw. Even as a young man, you can see the Vision that shaped the rest of his life.
My Body is a Forest-Pecan/Head
My Body is a Forest-Pecan/Head are the collected thoughtful poems of Mr. Vanya in which he conjectures poetically, that A Leaf Grass is just not enough to encompass a man nor woman, we need a Whole Forest! And thusly, each thought-seed-poem is one which considered and tended well might grow into a tree of not His but YOUR own.
My Body is a Forest-Oak/Torso
My Body is a Forest-Oak./Torso is the central piece of Mr. Vanya's collection of his Body of work. From long dramatic monologues, in one of which the speaker is Jesus Christ being resurrected from the Cave, to others (less serious) where he is "Enlightened" or "The Water from The Well", in which he conjoins the audience in his drive (and success) and bringing forth "The Master".
Once Upon This Time
This is my current collection of short stories, ranging from the very short, to longer. They are offered as an example of Writerly Insight: where we See the characters, and in only a few words come to Know them. If we are both lucky, they will not only hold your attention, but inspire you to write you own short stories. Note: one piece is a quasi-short story, stanzaic in nature.
Because Sometimes Magic Comes in the Simplest of Things
This book is a "A Little Bit of Anti-Logical Thinking in a Prose Poem Collection", neither real nor imaginative, only a rendering of what I either heard or saw with my REAL eye. The one that lurks inside of each of us, just out of sight, yet talks to us, sometimes, sweetly and gently, and other times screams with tornado winds: "Write ME!!!" it says. "Write ME! and Be Damned the consequences!"
Play! Play! Play! And Play Some More!-A Children Story Collection
Dedicated to my (specifically and all in general) children, who while not making the joy-ney worth taking, have made it a heck of a lot more fun. Hugs and Endless Joy. Peace.
This is my current collection of children stories: for, to, and about them. I strongly feel, it is from this "type" of story that Humanities Real Heart sings.
The Book of Flowers, Birds, and Kisses
The Book of Flowers, Birds, and Kisses is a collection of Scott Vanya's love poems, spanning many tones, rhythms and meters, and seeks to honor the Romantic Life of humans, before, during and after marriage.
Mr. Vanya wrote Keyhole with utmost courage and simplicity, revealing his inner soul, not for the sake of cherishing in it (as might have Whitman) but because (as he says) it is a keyhole, to a doorway we may all step through if we only abide in "honesty".
"What comes out of your doorway when you open your heart?"- Mr. Vanya
In a Gift From Adam and Finding My Way Out of a Mental Breakdown
In a Gift from Adam is the poetic journal of a man recovering from a mental breakdown. It is a testament to the power of poetry and even more so to the act of writing it. As the author makes sense of his incomprehensible world we also are able to experience hand that transformation. While many such books have been written, few have been do so by talented and gifted writers.
The OSMOSIS Poems - writings from within and out of The Dream - Part 4
Mr. Vanya-Agape is really not a conclusion, but like the "Previous" and "Next" buttons within these books, a means of going back and forth from the sublime to the mundane and vice versa. This book is not intended to be a tool for self-expression, rather a Channel where others minds eye's can see distant tributaries of Hope and Love long after they have "turned off the power".
The OSMOSIS Poems - writings from within and out of The Dream - Part 3
In this, the 3rd part of The OSMOSIS Poems, Mr. Vanya chisels more marble off of the sculpture he is attempting to reveal: sometimes going so deeply he reveals the Emptiness Within, only emerging from there with in a brighter, more positive and optimistic torch to bear. In his terms, Book 3 is about "Positivity": Seeing reality openly and honestly empowers us with Courage and Universal Compassion.
The OSMOSIS Poems - writings from within and out of The Dream - Part 2
This is the 2nd part of The OSMOSIS Poems series of 4 books, and continues its exploration of "Agape", loving without attachment. In mostly longer poems, Mr. Vanya continues to unfold ever deeper petals of The Flower of Universal Love. Rarely are poets so open about All Things In/E-ternal. He not only does it admirably with verve, but equally well with scholarship and joy.
The OSMOSIS Poems - writings from within and out of The Dream - Part 1
This is the 1st part of The OSMOSIS Poems series of 4 books, and like it's brothers and sisters, hold many gems of insight and compassion, which reach that place, The Dreamer Within Us All. The poems speak to a higher love, one not bounded by intolerance, nor hate. And do indeed, act as "feel good poetry" . Perhaps, as Mr. Vanya, would say "nows the time for just such a thing. Let it ring!"
Setting My Spirit Free
In Setting My Spirit Free, Scott Vanya achieves a mode of communication unfettered by his own judgments of himself or others. In seeing and writing from the Agape/Unattached Love perspective, Mr. Vanya is able to uncover, reveal, and share a rich and boundless love for all things. Indeed, you can "see" his spirit flying free and are thankful that you as the reader are swept along for the ride.
Getting Back to My Desk or After a Brief Hiatus
These poems are a collection of a middle age writer who has learned what he can and can not live without. They come from a deep place, full of dark waters, full of love, warmth, and compassion for The Lonely One in us all. They speak of hope, faith, and an Unbridled Love for The Family of Man.
Conception of a Child
This book of poetry is a collection of poems from 1986-1988, written by a young man during the early college years, becoming aware that he has a Voice and what it is that So holds his attention he would want to write about it. They are simple in their beauty and reminiscent of ancient Chinese, Japanese, and North American Indian poetry: full of love and boundless wonder and joy.
Revelation is a compilation/best-of spanning from 1986 to 2006 and brings together some of the sweetest and most sensitive works of a man who has and always will be in search of the purest and truest expression of the human soul.
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