Broadsides for the Prize Winners of the Festival

Adel Gorgy's Link: http://adelgorgy.com/

Stanley H. Barkan's Link: http://www.thedrunkenboat.com/ccc.html

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HORIZON IN TIME
(Poem by Stanley H. Barkan, Fine Art Photo by Adel Gorgy - USA)

Broadside for the prize winners of the Festival:

(Cross-Cultural Communications, New York)

Light breaks

                      through

the last

                vestiges

                                of the dark—

bursting

                  in a bouquet

of flaring

                 yellows,

                                 oranges,

                                                 browns—

under

              the blue ore,

                                    the black.

On the edge

                     of time:

seconds,

                 minutes,

                                 hours,

weeks,

              months,

                             years,

eons

             melt into

                              a cornucopia

of pigments

                      flaming

in the dawn

                      of morn.

—Stanley H. Barkan

(22 January 2011)

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TO DIE WITH EYES WIDE OPEN

(Poem by Stanley H. Barkan, Fine Art Photo by Adel Gorgy - USA)

Broadside for the prize winners of the Festival:

(Cross-Cultural Communications, New York)

Out of the depths

(inside the pyramids)

eyes piercing

the supernal dark,

the enigma

of existence—

the last place—

captured here

in a face,

a portrait—

a portal into

the endless

mystery

where we have

come from,

where we are

going,

why we are

here.

—Stanley H. Barkan

(22 January 2011)

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SHADOWS UNCONTAINED

(Poem by Stanley H. Barkan, Fine Art Photo by Adel Gorgy - USA) 

Broadside for the prize winners of the Festival:

(Cross-Cultural Communications, New York)

When colors melt,

they elongate

across

the spectrum

of mind.

Solids, gases, liquids

merge

in rainbows

shadowing

the real

and

the imagined.

Only

the inner landscape

of mind

can differentiate,

can focus on

the orange, yellow and blue

pouring down into

the black undertones

where light and colors

do not reside.

—Stanley H. Barkan

(22 January 2011)

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REALM OF THE SPIRIT

(Poem by Stanley H. Barkan, Fine Art Photo by Adel Gorgy - USA) 

Broadside for the prize winners of the Festival:

(Cross-Cultural Communications, New York)

The texture

of the baby’s dress—

swirls

between the mother

and

the eyes

of the reviewer.

Look closely

and see

with new eyes,

eyes as young

as the baby’s

captured

for

all time

in the portrait,

in the swirls,

in the dance

from

then

to

now

. . . and beyond.

—Stanley H. Barkan

(22 January 2011)

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Manhattan

(Poem by Lidia Chiarelli, Fine Art Photo by Adel Gorgy - USA) 

Broadside for the prize winners of the Festival:

(Cross-Cultural Communications, New York)

The skyscrapers soar

into the clouds

that swiftly run

in the indigo and pink sky

this July morning.

Shafts of light

reflect on the crystals of Manhattan.

The city awakes

voices and colours

mix

in the restless carousel of life.

-Lidia Chiarelli

(July 24, 2010)

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Circle Line

(Poem by Lidia Chiarelli, Fine Art Photo by Adel Gorgy - USA) 

Broadside for the prize winners of the Festival:

(Cross-Cultural Communications, New York)

“Others will enter the gates of the ferry and cross from shore to shore…

Others will see the shipping of Manhattan north and west…”

Walt Whitman (Leaves of grass)

The boat that takes us to

Ellis Island

slowly slips

through the water of the East River.

The haze of the summer storm

on the buildings of Brooklyn and of Queens

is a thin mist

that muffles the noise

already weak

on a summer Sunday.

Mirage of a new world

unreal like in a dream

the Statue of Liberty

raises her torch towards a leaden sky.

I, too, America, want to live your dream.

-Lidia Chiarelli

(July 25, 2010)

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Central Park

(Poem by Lidia Chiarelli, Fine Art Photo by Adel Gorgy - USA) 

Broadside for the prize winners of the Festival:

(Cross-Cultural Communications, New York)

Central Park

“ I have heard the sound of summer

in the rain’’

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

A  blues beat

at Central Park

modulates my thoughts

as I walk

the path to

Strawberry Fields.

Far away

- filtered through the light summer rain -

a window of The Dakota

appears

a window that was closed

long ago

in a freezing-cold December evening.

Perfect in its geometry

a white and black mosaic circle

holds

one word only:

Imagine

my fingers

softly

touch

that message of peace

still here

in spite of all.

-Lidia Chiarelli

(July 24, 2010)

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Empire State Building

(Poem by Lidia Chiarelli, Fine Art Photo by Adel Gorgy - USA) 

Broadside for the prize winners of the Festival:

(Cross-Cultural Communications, New York)

Empire State Building

Purple, the sunset sky

this summer afternoon

from the Empire State Building.

The dynamic geometry of the city

opens

 in front of me

slowly.

I can feel the streets throb with life

- far

almost unreachable -

while

innumerable lights

switch on

little by little

in the  world theatre.

-Lidia Chiarelli

(July 24, 2010)