I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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Poem in Your Pocket Day
Well, even in a world like this, there's room for art. This is NYC's 6th Annual Poem in Your Pocket Day, where NYer's are walking around with poems in their pockets. People really are, too. It's very cool. Mine, written for political prisoners in Poland and in my pocket for political prisoners everywhere, is Joseph Brodsky's "Martial Law Carol." I can't reproduce the whole thing here -- copyright issues -- but here are the first and last verses and I commend to you Brodsky's COLLECTED POEMS.
One more Christmas ends
soaking stripes and stars.
All my Polish friends
are behind steel bars
locked like zeros in
some graph sheet of wrath:
as a discipline
slavery beats math.
...
Powerless is speech.
Still, it bests a tear
in attempts to reach,
crossing the frontier,
for the heavy hearts
of my Polish friends.
One more trial starts.
One more Christmas ends.
One more Christmas ends
soaking stripes and stars.
All my Polish friends
are behind steel bars
locked like zeros in
some graph sheet of wrath:
as a discipline
slavery beats math.
...
Powerless is speech.
Still, it bests a tear
in attempts to reach,
crossing the frontier,
for the heavy hearts
of my Polish friends.
One more trial starts.
One more Christmas ends.
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