memory man
volume one
By Donald Cohen
Poetry, 160 pages
ISBN: 978-1-59948-177-7
$14.95
This is Volume One of a three volume set. The books may be ordered separately for $14.95 each or as a 3-Pack collection and can be found on the Pure Heart Press page of the MSR Online Bookstore.
Preface / Samples / About the Author
The famous psychiatrist Carl Jung spoke about the first half of life, during which you concentrate on establishing your existence in the outside world. He theorizes, once this is accomplished it is important to develop your inner life; the beginning of a spiritual quest and ones search for meaning. At age forty-five I entered my second half of life and discovered poetry, and my capacity to feel humanity without trepidation. The language of poetry has allowed me to embrace the journey within myself, and traverse boundaries of the undiscovered self.
I began opening my heart to inspiration that risked leaving old ways of being. Shaking up ones foundation can feel like you are living on the edge, risking everything familiar. Jung states that as you commit yourself to the process of individuation, meaningful coincidences occur that are beyond cause and effect. As a result came many connections and memories that created a tapestry of words, expressing metaphors for life. This is the story of the memory man.
memory man
in his four walls
lie the secrets
of his friends
tiny pieces
of memories
shards of sea glass
shrines of times
passed
lifes joyful
and tragic moments
pieces of places
cherished artifacts
angels watching
paintings dropping
futures connect
past arrives
cat watching
still quiet
comforting the broken
he shares them all
be careful now
dont touch that
he sees the spirit
living breathing
he protects them all
seeking forgiveness
a room of confessions
contained within his pieces
the human being comes
forth and runs away
the soldiers come
marching
the unicorn rests
history emerges
the beatles sing
james brown screams
sponge bob laughs
a part of you he keeps
smell of woods
leather couches
magazines
peaceful
the memory manMlf 1/15/04
~Mary Feakins to Donald Cohen
Samples
Unmasking My Scarlett I never saw her without mascara
Where are you Scarlett OHara?
Nowhere, somewhere, everywhere
Is that you I dare see
Masked as a prisoner of your pastA Lone Ranger with those glassy blue eyes out of disguise
Unmasking, unraveling, revealing a self
Exposed but not yet composed
Tears of fears dripping in running mascara
Underneath a surface imprisoned in disguise
Living her lies inside her very eyesFlesh and bones
An iron mask dissolving
Vulnerable Scarlett
A wall ready to fallLike Clark Kent sent without his costume
Is that you I see?
Eyes without disguise in smeared mascara
Carefree
Out of order causing disorder
Being what she can be
Beginning to see a person insideFacing face, me to me
As it can only be
Life goes off script
A lonely old soul searching to be whole
Change she must for Scarlett OHara to live without her mascara
Is that you I see or just your eyes in search of a shiny disguise?
If I would only know it would help me growThe seducer turning inward
Giving herself over to the softer way
Will she stay?
Staring at the mirror only to see herself
Images fading off the shelf
Self reflection invading
Raiding withinDid I find my true Scarlett OHara without her mascara?
Its all about that trust
Potential poetry on the cusp of discovery
Doubting what hes sure of
Is it she I dont trust?
So tell me what I dont seeCan she see me without my mascara?
Not knowing where I am going
As I look in her eyes
Longing for them to be out of disguise
Finally unmasked in the raw
Breaking out of collective law
A rose beneath my view
I wake up to the morning of a brilliant sun
Glowing through my naked eyes shining without disguise
As my me can now see the she without mascara
Saying hello to the real Scarlett OHara(October 25, 1998) Not Exactly Not exactly not factly
Imprecise full of vice
Public advice advisable
We are what we appear to be
Not exactlyFantasy surrenders to reality in exchange
For frivolity
Death as an option
Where does it take you?
Give me uncertainty if it promises
Not to hurt me
Does anyone know?
Not exactlySafe is familiar
Otherness drives it away
Unrelenting spirit turns
An arrangement into a strange derangement
Lacking passion
Not exactlyLiving an option
Adoption a possibility
Finding your own kind
Coming home to a soft tone
Settling the same as before
Not exactlyPenetration without concentration
Connection without disconnection
Possible, perhaps without consequenceFriendly on the terms, someday, maybe
Experimental, then finally out of love
Not exactlyEveryone thinks theyre old souls
Jumbled, garbled, used to know
Undiscovered self, seeking definition
No answers; absolutes missing
All signs resigning to exactly not exactly
Accepting who am I?(March 9, 1998)
About the Author
Donald Cohen was born in New York in 1951 where he spent his childhood. He graduated from the State University of New York at Buffalo. Dr. Cohen went on to earn his M.S.W. at Columbia University and his Ph.D. in clinical psychology from the California School of Professional Psychology, located in Berkley, California. He returned to the East Coast to complete his fellowship in the Department of Psychiatry at Yale University Medical Center, as well as to begin his private practice. The author has also created, produced, and hosted the weekly television and radio show, Kids are Talking. He is a licensed marital and family therapist, and has had various articles published over the years while conducting lectures and workshops on subjects related to children, particularly communication. He is the co-author of My Father, My Son and a childrens book Milo, My Stray Cat. In addition Cohen is the producer and lyricist for the rock band the GIVE. He is the co-creator of the self-titled acoustic CD, as well as the GIVELive at the Acoustic Café. Both are available on iTunes. The poet and his wife Dee have two children and reside in Connecticut.