Space of the Mind

By Poets Unite Worldwide and Fabrizio Frosini

Understanding the mind and its intricate and multiform interactions with the "outside world", is as complex a task as the mind itself... Therefore, as poets, we just bring to your attention our verses, for our mind —the Space of our Mind— as well as our poetry, is open... [FF]
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Space is often used to express our aspirations in wide vistas but also includes our view of Personal Space. And the two elements are combined in memories of a time and a place where, for instance, you met your first love or in childhood when from a distance you first saw the sea or as one of our poets puts it in a particularly fine line "following seabirds across a pink horizon". We each have our own concepts and it is a delight of this collection to read about so many varied views. It may be the wide seedless sands of the rain-free Atacama desert which to some extent bury Time, except for odd artefacts scattered about here and there. It may be travelling through Space like an astronaut or it may be aspirations for a future Time which brings peace to the World. It may involve an examination of a person's Life through its various stages. This is another journey through Time and Space. These are big topics and I believe our poets have shown their understanding of the elements in many interesting ways and I am certain that the reader will find as much enjoyment as I have in experiencing these poems. [TB]

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fabrizio Frosini
• Release date: Dec 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463012666

Book preview

The 'Mind', as a set of complex cognitive faculties, is usually defined as "the faculty of an entity's thoughts and consciousness." Cognitive science, which examines nature, tasks, and functions of cognition, try to understand mental faculties, especially focusing on intelligence and behavior, through a multidisciplinary approach, where neuroscience, biology, psychology, linguistics, anthropology, artificial intelligence, and philosophy are involved.

Yet, understanding the mind and its intricate and multiform interactions with the outside world, is as complex a task as the mind itself... Therefore, as poets, we just bring to your attention our verses, for our mind —the Space of our Mind— as well as our poetry, is open…

"there are no keys in the doors,

and invisible guests come in and out at will."

(Czeslaw Milosz, 'Ars Poetica?')

My heartfelt thanks to my co-editor, Tom Billsborough, and All the other Poets who have contributed to this book. Grazie di cuore.

(Fabrizio Frosini, Firenze, 2018)

~*~

with far too many

promises to keep

I let the day die

Fabrizio Frosini, Haiku

(in 'A Season for Everyone')

~*~

The Poems

Alexandro Acevedo Johns, 'Journey to Valley of the Moon in the Atacama Desert'

Bolaji Ajayi, 'Like a river flow'

Anna Banasiak, 'The Taste'

Ghazaleh Bayat, 'High and Dry'

Abhilasha Bhatt, 'When we will be together'

Tom Billsborough, 'The Space Within'

Kirila Cvetkovska, 'Gleam'

Fabrizio Frosini, 'The Bird of Death'

Negar Gorji, 'Hour Circle'

Negar Gorji, 'Through the Eye of A Needle'

Simone Inez Harriman, 'Pink Horizon'

Birgitta Abimbola Heikka, 'Ashes'

Afrooz Jafarinoor, 'A Lost Soul'

Farzad Jahanbani, 'Oblivion'

Bless Mycho Jamil, 'Quondam'

Seema K Jayaraman, 'Mother Earth and Father Sky'

Srijana KC Rayamajhi, 'Rain in the cloud'

Joji Varghese Kuncheria, 'The Saga of My Life'

Konstantinos Lagos, 'The wanderer'

Agatha-Eliza Laposi, 'The Homecoming'

Natchai Leenders, 'World of Fantasy'

Aron Cheruiyot Lelei, 'Daddy’s Diary'

Mj Lemon, 'So Much in Common'

Lin Lin, 'Deep in my heart'

Kok Yee Loke, 'The Sorrows of Nature'

Nargess Mohammadie Majed, 'A Dance'

Mallika Menon, 'Bliss'

Mulitti, 'Tell me if you know a land'

Bharati Nayak, 'Feel Me'

Madhumita Bhattacharjee Nayyar, 'Insomniac'

Anil Kumar Panda, 'O bird! Take me with you!'

Marcondes Pereira, 'Midnight Sun'

Govinda Rimal, 'Dear Mother'

Tavgah Saeed, 'Song before sunset'

Venecia N Sangma, 'The Complex Mind'

Isaac Seiffoudine, 'Last Wishes of a Pious Man'

Isaac Seiffoudine, 'Saturday Night'

Kirti Sharma, 'One sheet'

Kim Alan Solem, 'Below Zero Kiss'

Kim Alan Solem, 'Mysteries of the Mind'

Udaya R. Tennakoon, 'Mind brain and soul'

Tzemin Ition Tsai, 'The spring breeze never knows how to leave feelings'

Savita Tyagi, 'Right To Love'

Hans Van Rostenberghe, 'Anthem of the World'

~*~

At the edge of the universe I live

Beyond the bend of Time.

I call it 'home', but it's

Hardly the place to be resting in peace of mind.

Fabrizio Frosini, 'The Chinese Gardens'

(in the book 'The Chinese Gardens', 2015)

~*~

Alexandro Acevedo Johns

Journey to Valley of the Moon in the Atacama Desert

From the oasis of San Pedro

I enter the Atacama Desert,

where millennia of silence

raise the transparency of the horizon:

I'm looking for a wasteland valley.

And as the Spanish

chronicler of conquest said:

guanacos and vicuñas in the distance,

with sweet shapes and bridal eyes,

seem to hear my footsteps

on a ground where the souls become naked.

I walk on the voices of buried miners,

on top of adventurers' pains without homeland,

and over the forgotten preaching of gods.

Funerary masks of five thousand years

look at me from the sands beneath me.

The spectrum of sunset

is reflected in the calcined rocks,

when finally, in the middle

of the so-called Valley of the Moon,

I think I'm leaving the trace of my arid footprints

on the radiance that disturbs

the nights of wolves

and blinds the poor Poets of Love.

Contrary to fame,

I feel that I'm dust in transit,

and like an astronaut I'm breathing eagerly

the intensity of the air,

but without the helmet and the hermetic suit

that I pretend to wear for survival in the city.

Perhaps in the geological fiction

of that moon landscape

there was the answer to all trips

in my own gravity.

Alexandro Acevedo Johns

('Journey to Valley of the Moon..' — Spanish version)

Viaje al Valle de la Luna en el desierto de Atacama

Desde el oasis de San Pedro,

me interno en el desierto de Atacama,

donde el silencio de milenios

eleva la transparencia del horizonte:

voy en busca de un desolado valle.

Y como dijo el cronista español de la conquista:

guanacos y vicuñas de dulce figura y ojos de novia,

desde la distancia parecen oír mis pasos

en un territorio que desnuda las almas.

Camino sobre voces de mineros enterrados,

sobre dolores de aventureros