Karmic Debris:The Poetic Writings of Franke Wednesday and Piya Italia
Por Peter Genovese
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Karmic Debris presents the poetic writings of two distinct American writers from the 1960's - 70's. They were part of a migration of poets, musicians, spiritual seekers, and social radicals who spread across the US and the world, energizing a pivotal era of change. They became nomads, searching for answers about personal freedom, ways of living, and wisdom, moving from place to place seeking inspiration.
Piya Italia and Franke Wednesday were writers, experimenters, musicians... poets, exploring the boundaries of expression. Their lives and love story are embedded in their words... speaking of a complex relationship filled with the doubts and devotion of two passionate souls. These writings express the idealism and challenges of an era now long past and not truly understood, but still holding a powerful fascination for many. Karmic Debris will provide subtle insights into those times and into the inner thoughts of two distinct artists.
Karmic Debris is edited by Peter D. Genovese, author of the novel.... Immortal Memories in Lost utk'Irtana.
Peter Genovese
Peter Genovese is a writer, musician, global consultant, off the path traveler, academic, and Librarian. He has created Karmic Debris so that the words contained within would not be lost, nor those years of striving and growth be forgotten. His novel is entitled Immortal Memories In Lost utk'Irtana
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Karmic Debris:The Poetic Writings of Franke Wednesday and Piya Italia - Peter Genovese
Marshfield Madness
(A deepening dependence)
Section One
It was autumn... 1970
Piya and Franke were driving towards the Massachusetts coast, speeding south away from Quebec City... their 1963 Rambler flashed past small French-Canadian villages. They had a wad of cash, no constraints, and no plans, except... being together.
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They finally came to rest... at a lonely blue house, on the edge of a salt marsh,
with the ocean a short distance away, and the constant sound of the waves filling their subconscious. It was getting cold; the seasons were turning. Their big red dog lay outside, guarding the door, his face into the wind... waiting for the eminent winter to arrive.
And they heated the house with driftwood... blazing in the fireplace... with Piya’s whispers in the night. The two of them... inside, safe, secluded... in love.
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It was there they melded together; there that a mystical dialogue began between them, both simultaneously being... and resisting. There, that their fates were forever sealed.
Two sweet souls, gathering wood... on a windy beach
Two tiny specks, wandering, free... in the omnipresent emptiness.
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Franke Wednesday (excerpt from The Narrow Path of Love)
Let’s sleep, then drive
And lose all track of everyday time. What is offered?
Catch all we can.
As the dawn of silver and grey shadows awakens, the first snowfall.
Let’s sleep then drive... and lose track of time,
in the dawn of the silver blue shadows
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Piya Italia
Where do poets go...
If not back to their words,
not to someone else’s hidden meaning.
What of the self is not your own?
How to express your quest? Mouth vexed... vital?
Questions tetter on the edge of an awesome decravity.
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To live by the words, to stand by them...
Who will pay for that?
To be the exact measure...not a mirror held up
when certain broad categories are represented.
How to be viable... but still be allowed the title... Poet.
One conscious iota makes you a liar.
The uncertainties don’t subside
They are like an infinite line of Persians popping up
on every rock at Marathon... nagging and intrusive.
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There have been circular days and nights,
when the pressure of questions stabbed at sanity.
Yet, somehow, beneath it... hovering above,
lay an even more intense desire for the truth.
What is a poet’s life but purgatory?
Franke Wednesday/ Marshfield, Massachusetts 1971
The Dream
The dream of rebelling against what I love came back early this morning. The single question of what to do with the emptiness that I have?
I can no longer fill myself with useless imaginary emotions. Disappointment comes and with it a reaction that indicates I am living a hollowed existence. There is something I should create – a single destiny. Satisfaction is only temporary. Why?
The negative force that makes me obstinate and uncontrollable could be the counter-self.
Accept nothing... aceptar nada.
Piya Italia
(*Used in the Aleph Null performance In repression of preconception
1973)
From the Window
What a fine day it is.
The clouds of murky white
block out the sunlight.
The river... running through the marsh, is dark blue,
high and choppy, heavy with the last of the mud, pushing through
... carrying a portent of the cold yet to come.
Stunted pines and March plants, choreographed by the wind,
dance... bending over the shoreline
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Big boy lays on the ground,
his hair thick and blown
winter bound...
along the North Atlantic coast.
His greying face and clouded eyes...
scan 180 degrees... from shore
back to the front door...
watching, waiting for us.
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Fall enters on cue,
the vanguard
of a summer here
we will never see.
Franke Wednesday/ Marshfield Mass. March 27, 1971
Toward the Sea
As you stare out the window... toward the sea there’s a melody of questions haunting me. No pleading look or lonely sigh can force your eyes to mine.
Will I one day see you smiling
with a happiness of forgotten me?
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Disappear... only words ring clear
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Piya Italia
October 1969
A Wall of Answers
Hang your own picture on the wall of answers
keeping life in an order that reminds, resembles the future negative.
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How to continue with the question of nothing.
Dream fantasies and the secret veil vibrated my very body into submission. All thoughts are given to the repair of self. Bandage around the brain.
I do wonder yet?... The reflection can lie.
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Piya Italia
Highways in the Sky
Highways in the Sky, keep calling
don’t go away... stay! I need you now more than ever
Let your breezes pull me float me away, on lanes away from today.
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High in your lofty passes... naked against their perils. Permit me... to challenge and be judged.
Cold and alone... spirit atoned
Open wide unknown lands, , free savage... horses let them race, heads loose,