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I Said Coffee I said coffee I said coffee I said coffee I said coffee I said, But you said,
Evolution I swim near summer shadows
There were dry red days
Winter Winter under water is that love? Your voice is desire desire is not love My hungry heart that is true love
Sharmagne Leland-St. John, a 2007 Pushcart Prize nominee, is a Native American poet, concert performer, lyricist, artist, and film maker. Sharmagne spends time between her home in the Hollywood Hills, in Southern California and her fishing lodge on the Stillaguamish River in the Pacific Northwest. She tours the United States, Canada, and England, as a performance poet, either solo or with her band of poets "Poetry in Motion." She has published 2 books of poetry Unsung Songs (2003), Silver Tears and Time (2005), and co-authored a book on film production design. Designing Movies: Portrait of a Hollywood Artist (Greenwood/Praeger, 2006) her third collection of poetry Contingencies is scheduled for publishing February 2008. To Purchase Sharmagne's Books: Book Reviews: Unsung Songs Review by David Matthews
A woman thinks of her loved one who is far away in "I Sing You the Morning," whose opening lines speak with elegance and simplicity, while "I Will Dance for You" addresses issues of racial and cultural slurs, discrimination, sensitivity, and tolerance in language that is uncompromising in its principles without being didactic or combative. Unsung Songs demonstrates that Sharmagne is more than a champion of poetry. She is a distinctive poet who breaks her own trail with clarity and vision. This is a book to read and return to with ever-renewed joy.
Silver Tears and Time Review by David Matthews
The opening poem, "Wild Dark Love Song," is dedicated to Richard Sylbert, who died in 2002. The poet's loss is depicted in images of stark landscape, autumn, winter. She imagines her husband has "gone to live in jagged mountains," gone to dwell In the shadow of the Cader Idris Yet there is not a trace of self-pity, nor denial that he is gone, his death real, as Leland-St. John weaves from memory and loss poems and songs that feed her spirit - and ours. "He's gone from her forever / This wild dark love song."
"Windy City 2003," also a remembrance of Richard Sylbert, shows a poet as much at home in urban settings as in the wild. Here the sense of loss is even more palpable, "the windy city has lost its breath / and soul without you here," as she remembers the streets they used to wander, their old stomping grounds that in his absence have lost their magic spell: the art galleries echo Finally, the memory is not of the city but of the loved one, "your memory etched in the marrow of my bone." With memory may come the pain of loss, but with it comes too a greater richness, for having known and loved this person, a richness that will always be as much part of who the poet is as the marrow of her bone. Poems dedicated to cultural icons (George Harrison, Janis Joplin) place Leland-St. John's coming of age with the generation of the 1960s. The opening lines of "Desert Nights," for George Harrison, "PBS Reno / just played / the Concert for George," establish the poem's setting. Stepping outdoors, where the moon is bright, she finds that the brisk night, with the crunch of ice beneath her feet, calls up memory of "a bundled up childhood / of sledding / down white hillocks / in a small Eastern town / so far away in time and memory." The poet is struck by the conjunction of art, artifice, human creation, and nature. The night sky above this high desert plain and George Harrison's music together deliver a sense of connection to a greater whole that exists independently of subjective consciousness. To see the night sky Sitar strings sing "On the River Boat That Day" tells of lovers who drifted apart. The poet remembers a time when "'you' and 'me' was still 'we.'" The images are light and airy, "that day / with the sun / behind your fair hair / like a halo." It did not last. The lovers have gone their separate ways. Still, she is reminded of your halo hair Memories of love past and lost - here and in poems about the poet's father, affairs that did not last, friends and lovers who have gone their separate ways - may be bittersweet, but never bitter. Even in loss these memories serve to sustain, never diminish.. Silver Tears and Time closes not with a poem but with a short, prose anecdote titled "My Buddha Garden." Leland-St. John tells of finding her mother's porcelain Buddha on her brother's patio after he died. She took the Buddha to the house she and her husband bought on the Stillaguamish River, where they planned to retire, and placed it on the deck along with pots and Tupperware, anything that would hold potting soil and the seeds she brought with her from the Pacific Northwest and her home in Southern California. The rains came, and the tiny seeds began to sprout. The herbs began to bloom and flower, and my deck came to be called "My Buddha Garden." Now there are small terra cotta flowerpots all along the railings, overflowing with columbines, and cosmos and Canterbury bells, and nasturtiums and geraniums.... I thank my mother for this belated gift and for the joy she always brought me. Then I relax, in her white wicker chair, with the rose chintz cushions, at my glass-topped table, and feel her spirit all around me, as the bees hum and the river sings. The poems of Silver Tears and Time pull no punches about the loss that is so much a part of life, and for that these poems are all the stronger in their affirmation of life, bearing witness to the capacity of memory and memento - and art - to enrich our world and nourish our spirits. |
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Sharmagne Leland-St. John writes straight
from the heart as true poets do. Unsung Songs exhibits a wide
range of interests, themes, and tones, from the romantic lyricism
of "Oh Life," exemplified by these lines: "Love
where have you gone / Just when I thought I'd found you / Snowflakes
dance like feathers round my head" to the deadpan puncturing
of the male ego and its assumption of sexual implication where
there is none in "I Said Coffee."
Silver Tears and Time is an apt title
for this collection of poems that turn so often on the passage
of time, varieties of loss, and the power of memory to sustain
us in our living.
