Sunday, April 6, 2014

Joseph Ellison Brockway's My Pesky Eyes #FREEVERSE #POETRY #Beautifulcorruption #DallasPoetry #Texas #Cerebrocura

Children’s Exhibit Dallas Museum of Art  (c) copywrite DMS Photography  (1)
Joseph Ellison Brockway (2)
Good Evening! This evening’s guest is a gentleman from my second home town, Dallas, Texas via Connecticut, and is an excellent poet. Joseph Ellison Brockway is a professor with Mountain View Community College, Dallas, Texas since 2008 and is working on his Ph.D. in Studies of Literature at the University of Texas at Dallas under the supervision of Dr. Rainer Schulte.  In reading some of Joseph’s poetry, I would say his style is free verse, introspective. The piece featured tonight is full of vivid images and has a little slice of “ego and the id” delightful internal conflict to entice the imagination.

Words directly from Joseph Ellison Brockway:
For me, poetry is a very personal and emotional practice. I can’t just write about scenery and birds chirping. If I do hear birds chirp, which I love because it puts me at peace, then I write about the peacefulness of my soul amidst my hectic world. So, the poem ends up being about my emotions that just happens to have a bird chirp in it. I spend a lot of time in solitude thinking to myself. I like to watch others and interpret their actions and their interactions. I find the mind fascinating and truly believe that our subconscious plays a powerful role in our every-day life. I am drawn to many bizarre literary movements, such as surrealism, the fantastic, the grotesque, and the uncanny because they represent a part of our psyche that makes us feel uncomfortable to discuss. Those feelings, however, are just as a part of us as love and friendship, but we suppress them. In my poetry, I explore the idea of hidden desires, and I try to come to terms with all of my feelings.

Our eyes play such a pivotal role, both physically and subconsciously, in how we interpret our surroundings and our relationships to others. The common metaphor is that eyes are windows.

Joseph Ellison Brockway African Exhibit Dallas Museum Of Art (c) copywrite DMS Photography (3)
Our eyes are windows in two ways; they allow us to see out into the world, and they allow others to look into our soul. We should be thankful for our eyes because they capture the beauty that surrounds us—whatever beauty means to you. On the other hand, or eye, they sometimes record into our memory things we wish we never saw. Sometimes our eyes deceive: they become blurry and cause us to miscalculate distance; they become pink and infected causing us discomfort; they tear up in times of emotional distress, causing others to see us as weak or dramatic; or they lose their ability to see altogether, causing us to relearn everything through sound and touch. This constant struggle—dry and scratchy versus tearful and embarrassing, between what should be seen and what shouldn’t, our eyes helping us and hurting us—is what makes our eyes so pesky sometimes, especially during allergy season. In spite of the times we wish we could just yank our eyes out of their sockets; we know that we would not want to live without the ability to see our physical world.

My poem, “My Pesky Eyes,” came about as I was pondering the true importance of my eyes. They seem like such a bizarre, round, squishy, mysterious substance. I have paid a lot of money to keep them healthy and to correct their deterioration. I have bad allergies, so for most of the year they are itchy and irritate me beyond measure. I will spend minutes rubbing them until they begin to swell. I am surprised anytime someone tells me that they like my eyes because, for me, they are irritating. I don’t see myself, or my eyes, the same way others do. So, I began to think about eyes and wonder, could I live without mine? This is the love-hate relationship that I have with my eyes. Am I in control of my eyes? Or are they in control of me? Only time will tell if I have to tie them up in the back yard with the dogs.”

My thoughts:
I met Joseph here on G+ and instantly was impressed by his articulate and polite manner. We met in person today and had so much fun talking about his poetry and taking photographs at the Dallas Museum of Art. My second impression is that, Joseph is a very nice, talented and reflective person. So without further ado let me introduce his brilliant poetry featured tonight titled “My Pesky Eyes”. It is full of imagery, conflict and it is bold, fresh and original. I just love it!!!!

Public Information:

“My Pesky Eyes”

By Joseph Ellison Brockway
Eye Ball (4)
I picked up my eyes from the ground.
I dusted them off.
I attempted to put them back in their sockets, but
They refused to go back in.
I pushed.
They pushed back.
They bit my hand, and
I dropped them again.
They fell into a rose bush.
I pulled out the thorns.
           They kicked me, and
I yelled.
They laughed at me.
I unsaw yellow and green.
I unsaw trees and flowers. But
I could smell the liver on my plate.
I don’t like liver.
My mother told me to stop playing
with my eyes and eat.
I cupped my laughing eyes, and
I slid my hand under the table, and
I fed them to the dog.
The gelatinous balls wouldn’t crunch, so
he spit them out.
I took my napkin and dried my eyes off.
I shook my finger at them, and
They tried to look away.
I pleaded for them to go back into their sockets, but
They refused. So,
I put them on a leash and tied them up in the backyard.
© copywriter by Joseph Ellison Brockway
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1.) Photograph: Children’s Exhibit Dallas Museum of Art  (c) copywrite DMS Photography 
2.) Photograph: Joseph Ellison Brockway.
3.) Photograph: Joseph Ellison Brockway African Exhibit Dallas Museum Of Art (c) copywrite DMS Photography 
4.) Photograph: Eye Ball.

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