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    Duende: Odes of Intimacy and Desire for the Shadow Punctuated with Images of Illusion and Reflection
    Duende: Odes of Intimacy and Desire for the Shadow Punctuated with Images of Illusion and Reflection
    Duende: Odes of Intimacy and Desire for the Shadow Punctuated with Images of Illusion and Reflection
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    Duende: Odes of Intimacy and Desire for the Shadow Punctuated with Images of Illusion and Reflection

    By N. Thomas Johnson-Medland and Bob Cook

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    "Duende is that place in us where the two halves of our life are conjoined. It is the place where we go down into the self and gather up that opposing force to our immediate nature. It involves the undoing of the 'pretending-everything-is-okay-mechanism' in us and it is an overall waking up to the forces of conflict in life and actually mustering a strength to make abiding choices. Many throughout time have likened this awaking process to dreams and forgetfulness and because of that it seeks to reveal itself in shadows and reflections." These are poems and images that evoke and provoke a sense of DUENDE.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherResource Publications
    Release dateNov 19, 2013
    ISBN9781630875817
    Duende: Odes of Intimacy and Desire for the Shadow Punctuated with Images of Illusion and Reflection
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    N. Thomas Johnson-Medland

    N. Thomas Johnson-Medland is an end-of-life specialist and doula. He is the author of Wayfaring Stranger; River Bending; Coming Back Home; In the Same Place; Bathed in Abrasion; Bridges, Paths, and Waters: Dirt, Sky, and Mountains; Cairn-Space; Entering the Stream; Along the Road; From the Belly of the Whale; Danse Macabre; Feed My Sheep: Lead My Sheep; Windows and Doors; For the Beauty of the Earth; Duende; and Turning Within. He lives a stone's throw from the Susquehanna River in Columbia, Pennsylvania-just outside Lancaster-with his wife, Glinda. Tom and Glinda have two adult sons, Zachary Aidan and Josiah Gabriel. Reach him here

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      Duende

      Odes of Intimacy and Desire for the Shadow Punctuated with Images of Illusion and Reflection

      N. Thomas Johnson-Medland

      Photos by Bob Cook

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      Duende

      Odes of Intimacy and Desire for the Shadow Punctuated

      with Images of Illusion and Reflection

      Copyright © 2013 N. Thomas Johnson-Medland. All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in critical publications or reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without prior written permission from the publisher. Write: Permissions, Wipf and Stock Publishers, 199 W. 8th Ave., Suite 3, Eugene, OR 97401.

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      ISBN 13: 978-1-62564-143-4

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      Manufactured in the U.S.A.

      All scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV®. Copyright ©1973, 1978, 1984 by Biblica, Inc.™ Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide.

      Table of Contents

      Title Page

      Dedication

      Prefatory

      Introduction

      A Rough Poem At the Death of a Mentor’s Mentor

      The Bag I Drag Behind Me

      Holding Out Against the Storm

      Masters of the House; and Other Such Trolls

      How Would We Learn

      There is Rampant Chaos Everywhere

      It is the Burning

      Only Stay

      Crawling Out from Under

      Down to Egypt

      Dear Mr. Woolly Mammoth,

      The Writing of This Line

      The Poets I have Met

      O Federico, O Lorca

      Early Morning Displacement and Hankering for Hope; or, Indra’s Net

      Through the Opening In the Heart—

      Out of the Darkness; Into the LIGHT

      Fiddleheads

      Uber-Worker

      Among the Ivory and Lavender

      I Pass Myself Into

      Back Then

      What Do I Do With the Sands of Time

      Acacia

      Whitman Sings The Wind

      There is a Wisp

      Moon-Bow

      Across the River—Somewhere in the War Between the States

      Dedication

      Tom’s:

      For Glinda, Zachary, and Josiah - you have kept the joy in my heart alive like an ember against the cold.

      Bob’s:

      To my wife, Sarina. Thank you for keeping a light on in the window to help me find my way home.

                "The duende I mean, secret and shuddering, is descended from that blithe daemon, all marble and salt, of Socrates, whom it scratched at indignantly on the day when he drank the hemlock, and that other melancholy demon of Descartes, diminutive as a green almond, that, tired of lines and circles, fled along the canals to listen to the singing of drunken sailors."

      —Federico Garcia Lorca, Theory and Play of Duende

      "Seeking the duende, there is neither map nor discipline. We only know it burns the blood like powdered glass, that it exhausts, rejects all the sweet geometry we understand, that it shatters styles…."

      —Federico Garcia Lorca, Theory and Play of Duende

      "The duende is a momentary burst of inspiration, the blush of all that is truly alive, all that the performer is creating at a certain moment….It manifests itself principally among the musicians and poets of the spoken word, rather than among the painters and architects, for it needs the trembling of the moment and then a long silence."

      —Christopher Maurer, from the Introduction of Lorca’s In Search of Duende

      Prefatory

      This new volume of poetry is going to be tricky. The theme is a bit beyond the usual construct for the modern reader of poetry. DUENDE.

      It is the concept that does not come immediately to fore of peoples’ ken. But, that is just to the cognitive side. It clearly does come to the fore of the unconscious mind because it is wrapped all around the role and function of it.

      DUENDE is the shadow side . . . it is all of the personality that is really about making up that alter ego. It is the BATMAN side of Bruce Wayne. It is the weakness, brokenness, and darkness we go through and embody to make us whole.

      And yet, in terms of poetry, it is the very thing that poets are putting out from their own being. It is the ethos, penthos, and pathos of every word/image of all poets of all times. It is at the heart of what mesmerizes us in the poems we are called to write, read, and hold deep within as meaningful, truthful, and alive. It is what we modern folk would call ROBUST INTEGRITY.

      In scriptures, it appears as the prodigal son tales. It is the person who wanders away and then has an awakening and comes back to himself (but now he is more HIMSELF), but in a fuller way. Many faiths have this sort of broken open wholeness theme in them.

      It is that part of a person that is just beyond being able to grasp, to hold, and to tether. It is that odd or undefinable characteristic in a person that somehow makes them seem more whole and settling than other people. It is the stuff that roots our perception of

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