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February 13, 2014
Home on Amazon Best Sellers list for poetry!
Here is how things looked for my poetry book Home yesterday: it appeared on Amazon best sellers list for poetry in first place, ahead of The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe and the Illiad by Homer!
A Unique and Fascinating Listen!
Here is a lovely new audible review, written by Aaron Paul Lazaar. Aaron Aaron is a mystery writer author, and many of his books have audiobook editions. I am thrilled by what he says about the narration of A Favorite Son:
Aaron P. LazarGeneseo, New York, United States02-13-14OverallPerformanceStory
What did you like best about this story?
Although this type of parable-style story set in distant desert lands was completely out of my usual genre, I found it fascinating, and was disappointed when it was over.
What about David Kudler’s performance did you like?I loved the narrator's amazing array of voices. His accents were so well done, I was blown away by his interpretation and acting skills. I will be looking him up to see what else he does in "real life," for he sounded as though he could have done a one man show on Broadway, he was "that" good.
Did you have an extreme reaction to this book? Did it make you laugh or cry?No, but it piqued my curiosity constantly. I loved the twists and turns and symbolic nature of the story and objects highlighted within.
Any additional comments?A surprising gem among books - take a listen!
Aaron P. LazarGeneseo, New York, United States02-13-14OverallPerformanceStory
"A Unique and Fascinating Listen!"Where does A Favorite Son rank among all the audiobooks you’ve listened to so far?It's very hard for me to place this among my other audio books, which are all either mystery, suspense, or thriller. This is a totally different style of book, so it would have to be looked at as a standalone. That said, this is a superbly produced, high quality piece of work. The story is beautifully written and the narration is top notch.
What did you like best about this story?
Although this type of parable-style story set in distant desert lands was completely out of my usual genre, I found it fascinating, and was disappointed when it was over.
What about David Kudler’s performance did you like?I loved the narrator's amazing array of voices. His accents were so well done, I was blown away by his interpretation and acting skills. I will be looking him up to see what else he does in "real life," for he sounded as though he could have done a one man show on Broadway, he was "that" good.
Did you have an extreme reaction to this book? Did it make you laugh or cry?No, but it piqued my curiosity constantly. I loved the twists and turns and symbolic nature of the story and objects highlighted within.
Any additional comments?A surprising gem among books - take a listen!
February 11, 2014
February 9, 2014
Brilliant Read
Just discovered a lovely new review for A Favorite Son:
5.0 out of 5 stars BRILLIANT READ !!!, February 9, 2014By Jennifer (Greenock, United Kingdom) - See all my reviews
(REAL NAME) This review is from: A Favorite Son (Kindle Edition)
I Loved this story. Uvi Poznansky made me feel that I was there with the Characters.. feeling just what they were feeling.. There is a connection with the Bible Story and also a very modern day one... I love the way the story is from Yankle's POV as he tells his story to his own favourite son..There is Hatred.. Jealousy and even spitefulness an humour at times in this book.. Many times I felt my heart beating faster..I am praying others will read this Book.. it was a fantastic read
5.0 out of 5 stars BRILLIANT READ !!!, February 9, 2014By Jennifer (Greenock, United Kingdom) - See all my reviews
(REAL NAME) This review is from: A Favorite Son (Kindle Edition)
I Loved this story. Uvi Poznansky made me feel that I was there with the Characters.. feeling just what they were feeling.. There is a connection with the Bible Story and also a very modern day one... I love the way the story is from Yankle's POV as he tells his story to his own favourite son..There is Hatred.. Jealousy and even spitefulness an humour at times in this book.. Many times I felt my heart beating faster..I am praying others will read this Book.. it was a fantastic read
February 7, 2014
What was that Kiss?
"I hear the slight rustle of her skirt, and her soft voice saying, “Wait, Isaac—” just before it becomes muffled. So sharply, so unexpectedly does it happen, that it makes me giddy with curiosity; and so, I do what I have to do: I lift the flap of the tent, allowing light in, to peek in on them; and what I see leaves me dumbfounded. There she is, kneeling down before him amidst ripples of silk. She wraps her arms around his frail shoulders, draws closely and kisses him, long and full, on his mouth. And then, when she rises up, you can see that his face is confused, and his hand is trembling a little."
In this excerpt Yankle describes his mother Becky, modeled after the biblical figure of Rebecca. Her husband Isaac is lying on his deathbed. He is blind, and waiting for his firstborn son Esav to come back from the hunt, so he can give him the blessing. Becky plots to deceive the old man. In my story, A Favorite Son, she goes into his tent to say her last farewell, and just before sending Jacob in to execute her criminal plan, she kisses her husband. Watching this from a distance, Yankle says:
"I have to wonder: What was that kiss? Her way to say farewell? Was it inspired by some old memory, some image of their younger days—or else, was it designed to make him vulnerable, make him ready for me, just in time for my entrance? I agonize, I puzzle over that kiss. Was it act of love—or of deceit?"
Take a listen to this paragraph read by my gifted narrator, David Kudler:
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Treat yourself to a giftGet A Favorite Son★ Audiobook ★ Ebook ★ Print ★
In this excerpt Yankle describes his mother Becky, modeled after the biblical figure of Rebecca. Her husband Isaac is lying on his deathbed. He is blind, and waiting for his firstborn son Esav to come back from the hunt, so he can give him the blessing. Becky plots to deceive the old man. In my story, A Favorite Son, she goes into his tent to say her last farewell, and just before sending Jacob in to execute her criminal plan, she kisses her husband. Watching this from a distance, Yankle says:
"I have to wonder: What was that kiss? Her way to say farewell? Was it inspired by some old memory, some image of their younger days—or else, was it designed to make him vulnerable, make him ready for me, just in time for my entrance? I agonize, I puzzle over that kiss. Was it act of love—or of deceit?"
Take a listen to this paragraph read by my gifted narrator, David Kudler:
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Treat yourself to a giftGet A Favorite Son★ Audiobook ★ Ebook ★ Print ★
A Peek in my studio
You may have heard that my book, Twisted, is a unique collection of dark tales. But it is a little known fact that it also includes a little surprise for the reader: hidden between these pages is my poem Dust, which can be seen as a dance duet between two characters, a man and a woman. The poem starts with him, saying:
From dust you gather meI beg you on my knee Look away—imagine meThe way I used to beNow shadows spread upon meStain by stain I shiver. Touch me, heal meMake me whole again
And it ends with her, saying:
I will not let you blurThese traces in my mindOf the way we wereOur limbs entwinedI miss you, still resist you, Forgive me, for I mustGather you so gentlyFrom the dust.
Take a listen to the first verse, read by the amazingly talented Heather Jane Hogan:
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Writing this poem has inspired me to sculpt a pose for each verse. You can read the poem, view the sculptures, and even turn each one around, by going here.
Now, many of you have asked me, How do you do that, how do you create your pieces, and cast them in bronze? So this time, I am going to give you a peek into my studio, at the moment the two dancers came alive. To imagine the finished piece, just remove the metal armature which holds them up while they are soft, remove the temporary clay support holding her foot, and remove the wires connecting the two figures to the armature, and then--yes! Then you can see how these dancers take flight!
★★★★★ review:"So immaculately constructed that each work becomes a little treasure to visit repeatedly"Get Twisted★ Audiobook ★ Ebook ★ Print ★
From dust you gather meI beg you on my knee Look away—imagine meThe way I used to beNow shadows spread upon meStain by stain I shiver. Touch me, heal meMake me whole again
And it ends with her, saying:
I will not let you blurThese traces in my mindOf the way we wereOur limbs entwinedI miss you, still resist you, Forgive me, for I mustGather you so gentlyFrom the dust.
Take a listen to the first verse, read by the amazingly talented Heather Jane Hogan:
If your browser wouldn't play it, try this.
Writing this poem has inspired me to sculpt a pose for each verse. You can read the poem, view the sculptures, and even turn each one around, by going here.
Now, many of you have asked me, How do you do that, how do you create your pieces, and cast them in bronze? So this time, I am going to give you a peek into my studio, at the moment the two dancers came alive. To imagine the finished piece, just remove the metal armature which holds them up while they are soft, remove the temporary clay support holding her foot, and remove the wires connecting the two figures to the armature, and then--yes! Then you can see how these dancers take flight!
★★★★★ review:"So immaculately constructed that each work becomes a little treasure to visit repeatedly"Get Twisted★ Audiobook ★ Ebook ★ Print ★
A Peak in my studio
You may have heard that my book, Twisted, is a unique collection of dark tales. But it is a little known fact that it also includes a little surprise for the reader: hidden between these pages is my poem Dust, which can be seen as a dance duet between two characters, a man and a woman. The poem starts with him, saying:
From dust you gather meI beg you on my knee Look away—imagine meThe way I used to beNow shadows spread upon meStain by stain I shiver. Touch me, heal meMake me whole again
And it ends with her, saying:
I will not let you blurThese traces in my mindOf the way we wereOur limbs entwinedI miss you, still resist you, Forgive me, for I mustGather you so gentlyFrom the dust.
Take a listen to the first verse, read by the amazingly talented Heather Jane Hogan:
If your browser wouldn't play it, try this.
Writing this poem has inspired me to sculpt a pose for each verse. You can read the poem, view the sculptures, and even turn each one around, by going here.
Now, many of you have asked me, How do you do that, how do you create your pieces, and cast them in bronze? So this time, I am going to give you a peek into my studio, at the moment the two dancers came alive. To imagine the finished piece, just remove the metal armature which holds them up while they are soft, remove the temporary clay support holding her foot, and remove the wires connecting the two figures to the armature, and then--yes! Then you can see how these dancers take flight!
★★★★★ review:"So immaculately constructed that each work becomes a little treasure to visit repeatedly"Get Twisted★ Audiobook ★ Ebook ★ Print ★
From dust you gather meI beg you on my knee Look away—imagine meThe way I used to beNow shadows spread upon meStain by stain I shiver. Touch me, heal meMake me whole again
And it ends with her, saying:
I will not let you blurThese traces in my mindOf the way we wereOur limbs entwinedI miss you, still resist you, Forgive me, for I mustGather you so gentlyFrom the dust.
Take a listen to the first verse, read by the amazingly talented Heather Jane Hogan:
If your browser wouldn't play it, try this.
Writing this poem has inspired me to sculpt a pose for each verse. You can read the poem, view the sculptures, and even turn each one around, by going here.
Now, many of you have asked me, How do you do that, how do you create your pieces, and cast them in bronze? So this time, I am going to give you a peek into my studio, at the moment the two dancers came alive. To imagine the finished piece, just remove the metal armature which holds them up while they are soft, remove the temporary clay support holding her foot, and remove the wires connecting the two figures to the armature, and then--yes! Then you can see how these dancers take flight!
★★★★★ review:"So immaculately constructed that each work becomes a little treasure to visit repeatedly"Get Twisted★ Audiobook ★ Ebook ★ Print ★
Reading my book? Your image here!
Have you noticed the slideshow feature on my blog? At the top right corner?
If you are reading any one of my books--Rise to Power, Apart From Love, A Favorite Son, Home or Twisted (in ebook, print, or audio editions)--I will gladly feature your image, too!
Here's how:
Tell me (via PM on facebook) which of my books you are reading, and I will compose it with your facebook profile pic. I will post it here, in the slideshow!
If you are reading any one of my books--Rise to Power, Apart From Love, A Favorite Son, Home or Twisted (in ebook, print, or audio editions)--I will gladly feature your image, too!
Here's how:
Tell me (via PM on facebook) which of my books you are reading, and I will compose it with your facebook profile pic. I will post it here, in the slideshow!
February 6, 2014
Like a kiss through a handkerchief
"It was a childless marriage, childless by choice; his choice. A choice about which she had no misgivings, usually; or, if she had any, Edna would soon forget them in his arms. Leaning her head against his broad shoulders, she would take in his smell, a mixture of shaving lotion and a trace of sweat, and think herself happy.But tonight she was lonely. Ethan was not there. Edna tried to imagine him coming close, even whispering some sweet nothings in her ear. She waited for the whisper to dissolve, then tried to force another one—but again, the voice was vacant. She rose to the tips of her toes, as if longing for a kiss. She could almost feel him. His embrace was tight, she nearly fainted—but there was no breath, no warmth in his lips. It was, to her, like a kiss through a handkerchief."
Take a listen:
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Have you ever wanted to go back to your youth, to reverse the flow of time? For you, is it tempting thought? It would take some kind of magic, which I describe in my story A Heartbeat, Reversed, included in my book Home. In it I use a silent movie projector as a device that allows my character, Edna, to rewind her life. She can control time, or so she wants to believe.
"At first, it stirred into motion, casting a glowing, larger-than-life face into the darkness. The eyes sparkled, and from the lips came a laughter. It was giggly, yet utterly silent. Edna smiled back at this girl, the spirit of her youth. The eyelashes fluttered and then—with a sudden stutter—something took over the machine; for stuck on that single frame, it started rattling uncontrollably."
Edna watches her long-forgotten wedding event flickering on the wall. The sequence, which is so formal we all know how it ought to be arranged, is reversed. Starting from the moment he carries her across the threshold, we go back through events:
"Ethan and the bride had just separated out from a kiss and stood still, facing each other. The silvery light could barely filter through the wedding canopy. Gathered around them were members of both families. They bore witness, in a serious and ceremonious manner, to the unravelling of this union. Edna could see clearly how he kept tugging at that ring on his finger, as if it did not fit, no, it did not feel quite right, now did it. Finally the bride took back her vows and set him free. With great gentleness, she recovered his ring. Ethan, in turn, recovered hers."
How far will she allow this magic to take her? Will she lose control over it, and what are the risks, the repercussions of denying the normal flow of time? Will Edna go back to being a young woman? A girl? A baby? Will she lose her mind? You can reverse a sequence of numbers, but when you get to a single heartbeat, no longer in the context of a sequence, would it matter anymore which way it is played, forward or backward?
Love the music of words?Get Home
★ Audiobook ★ Ebook ★ Print ★
Take a listen:
If your browser wouldn't play it, try this.
Have you ever wanted to go back to your youth, to reverse the flow of time? For you, is it tempting thought? It would take some kind of magic, which I describe in my story A Heartbeat, Reversed, included in my book Home. In it I use a silent movie projector as a device that allows my character, Edna, to rewind her life. She can control time, or so she wants to believe.
"At first, it stirred into motion, casting a glowing, larger-than-life face into the darkness. The eyes sparkled, and from the lips came a laughter. It was giggly, yet utterly silent. Edna smiled back at this girl, the spirit of her youth. The eyelashes fluttered and then—with a sudden stutter—something took over the machine; for stuck on that single frame, it started rattling uncontrollably."
Edna watches her long-forgotten wedding event flickering on the wall. The sequence, which is so formal we all know how it ought to be arranged, is reversed. Starting from the moment he carries her across the threshold, we go back through events:
"Ethan and the bride had just separated out from a kiss and stood still, facing each other. The silvery light could barely filter through the wedding canopy. Gathered around them were members of both families. They bore witness, in a serious and ceremonious manner, to the unravelling of this union. Edna could see clearly how he kept tugging at that ring on his finger, as if it did not fit, no, it did not feel quite right, now did it. Finally the bride took back her vows and set him free. With great gentleness, she recovered his ring. Ethan, in turn, recovered hers."
How far will she allow this magic to take her? Will she lose control over it, and what are the risks, the repercussions of denying the normal flow of time? Will Edna go back to being a young woman? A girl? A baby? Will she lose her mind? You can reverse a sequence of numbers, but when you get to a single heartbeat, no longer in the context of a sequence, would it matter anymore which way it is played, forward or backward?
Love the music of words?Get Home
★ Audiobook ★ Ebook ★ Print ★
