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Uvi’s comments from the The Creative Spark with Uvi Poznansky group.

★★★★★ Bookreview: A novel to be savored
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Liberally salted with buttery smooth prose and fascinating insights as to the mindset of a dysfunctional family, Uvi Pozansky's Apart From Love chronicles Ben, Anita and Lenny's struggle with their desires, hopes and dreams as they clash with decency, moral values, and tragic secrets unveiled. Pozansky vividly illustrates the cracks in the fragile relationship between these characters. So much so, I felt was inside their heads speaking and acting for them. Seldom has a book gripped my imagination as Apart From Love did.

http://www.amazon.com/Apart-From-Love...

“After a while I whispered, like, Just say something to me. Anything. And I thought, Any other word apart from Love, ’cause that word is diluted, and no one knows what it really means, anyway.”

I am thrilled that this excerpt and others, along with my interview appear in the "Hottest Book Club on the Street"--namely, the DJ GATSBY BOOK CLUB.

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Hello everyone! In honor of my event, Our Family Tree, which will come to its high point on Thanksgiving weekend, I am here to announce a writing contest around the theme of the event: Fathers and Sons, Mothers and Daughters.

To read more, click the link:
http://uviart.blogspot.com/p/contest_...

Join me in celebration of the bonds we have with our parents, bonds that at times are stretched to the limit through life challenges, which I describe in my books: my novel Apart From Love and my poetry book Home. With this theme in mind I invite you to take part in a variety of fun-filled activities leading up to the Thanksgiving weekend.
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Livia wrote: "Yes, I'm going through a writer's block right now."

Wishing you the best with your writing. Another way is to choose one of your blog posts, the one you had the most fun with, and expand it--flesh it out more fully in the craziest ways possible. This is good because you have already started it, AND it already started 'flowing' in your mind, so the page is not empty and it does not scare away the words.

Let me know if this is working for you... Would love it if you posted an excerpt here when the dam is broken and the sentences start flowing with no way to stop them!

Hi Livia! *shake hands*

The only way for me to deal with writer's block is to write through it. Write anything: even ABOUT thrashing through writer's block... That actually makes for an entertaining story...

Are you in the midst of one? How do you deal with it?

A fin, a flap, a froth of waves
The breaker rises, then it caves
The boat will sink and so will I
No one around to hear my cry
Food flakes afloat, the flick of tails
I pray for wind to fill my sails
I pray that I may stay the course
And ride the wave, or maybe force
My way deep down under the tide
So I may flee, so I may hide
In Jaffa bay, or in Tarshish
And not be swallowed by a fish

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http://uviart.blogspot.com/2012/11/a-...

I am so grateful that a long excerpt from my novel, Apart From Love--nearly a full chapter--comes to a boil today, in the caldron of FrontRowLit. Are you curious? Would you like to taste it? Here, take a sip, but careful--it's steaming hot! Here is how it starts:

"At night I lay there, wide awake, annoyed by my misfortune, having to listen to the creaking of their bed. I cannot help thinking, Oh no, not again; not like last night!

Well, what do you expect? The walls are so thin here, in this apartment building, that you can easily hear snores and sighs—not only of the old man, but also of the next door neighbors. The pipes are gurgling inside the walls. And if not for the wind outside my window, which is sucking the blinds in, sucking them out, you could probably hear what some kid—out there, in the next building down the street—mumbles in his dream..."

To read more click the link: http://frontrowlit.com/?p=3857

I am so grateful that a long excerpt from my novel, Apart From Love--nearly a full chapter--comes to a boil today, in the caldron of FrontRowLit. Are you curious? Would you like to taste it? Here, take a sip, but careful--it's hot!
http://frontrowlit.com/?p=3857

"I bet that like me, he remembers that night, the first time we danced, ‘cause now that the tape recorder has finished giving out the long, rustling hush, and the music comes on, it’s the old song, doubled by a ghost of its sound: something slow from the sixties, which years ago used to bring tears to ma’s eyes, ‘cause like, it awakened her to being lonely, and now it brings them to mine.
Lenny cups my face in his hand and pecks me lightly on the cheek. Then he starts showering me with the littlest kisses, all along the trail of tears, his mouth slipping down the skin of my neck. And I laugh—not only on account of being ticklish, but because suddenly I’m aroused, and even a touch nervous. And I say, “Let’s just dance,” which is echoed, like, by the laughter of the walls.
So Lenny backs away and I come, and then in reverse, he comes as I back away, and we go and come, come and go this way for a long while—but we don’t hardly move from the same spot, here by the sofa, even though there’s so much space now around us, for dancing and what not."

http://www.amazon.com/Apart-From-Love...

Apart From Love is not for everybody. Let me quote from the numerous reviews on Amazon, whenever they talk about the type of readers that would appreciate the story:

"I did enjoy this book and thought it made both sad and amusing reading and I laughed and cried while I was reading it. I thought the passages about Natasha and her illness were very well done. I would recommend this book to anyone who would like to read something a little bit different from the normal run of fiction." [By Damaskcat]

"Highly recommended, especially for those whose tastes lean toward innovative literary fiction." [By Marcia Quinn Noren]

"This novel was a true pleasure to read and I recommend it to anyone that loves a compelling story of family struggles and affairs of the heart." [By Ashley Fontainne "Ashley"]

"Apart from Love has a feel of modern art, inviting readers in to enjoy, explore and eventually wrap themselves in the mystery of lives and loves drawn together and thrown apart. An intriguing tale, it's not an easy read but it's certainly an involving one that doesn't necessarily go where the reader expects." [By S. Deeth "Sheila Deeth"]

"Reading this novel is like gawking at a tragic crime scene; you know you are intruding into something way too personal, but you NEED to know all the details--who was hurt and how, who was the guilty party, and most importantly how do I avoid this?" [By Melodie K. Starkey]


This and a lot more can be found here:
http://www.amazon.com/Apart-From-Love...

I truly enjoyed reading the following review because it suggests a blending of the subjects found in my two recent books, Home and Apart From Love. While the two are distinctly different, there are naturally some themes that can be found in both of them. Apart From Love is a work of fiction. Lenny, the father in this novel does share one trait with my father: he is a writer.

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http://uviart.blogspot.com/2012/10/a-...

"Before I can move, I can sniff trouble. Here it is, the smell of bread baking.
Tinged with vanilla and honey, the scent has come in, perhaps sneaking around the door, finding its way through a crack, or puffing through the keyhole. It is forming, even now, into a channel, an invisible channel floating somehow in midair, right above me, swelling up there as if it were an extension of my nostrils.
By now, my stomach is growling, so I have no choice. Up, up and away flies the pillow, off come the blankets! I walk out of my room—hair uncombed, chin unshaven—and find myself waking up to hunger. Or at least, to an undeniable craving.
Framed by the kitchen door, standing there with her back to me, she cranks open the oven. Fume comes out of its gaping mouth, inside which lay two freshly baked loaves, shining with the gloss of egg wash, and sprinkled generously with crispy, toasted sesame seeds.
With a large oven mitt, this woman—my father’s new wife—puts her hand inside, and takes hold of the baking pan. I can hear a slight sizzle. Now her thighs tighten. One foot is rising behind the other as she pivots, bringing the loaves right under my nose."

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‎"Then he says to his son, You should go, because this place can’t hold the two of us for much longer, and because a young fellow like you must be hungry for adventure, and eager to see the world, and the last thing you want is to remain here, stuck in this stuffy place, with a grumpy old man, so here’s some money, it should be more than enough—if spent modestly—for travel expenses, and stay in touch, and good luck with everything.
And Ben tries to say No, quite to the contrary, there’s much more space now than there ever was, with the grand piano cleared out of the way, just look at Anita over there, stretching her arms and doing quick twirls, all across the room.
At hearing all that, Lenny just clenches his jaw—but he don’t even grumble or nothing, and I bet he’s holding his tongue just to drive home the point, like, how calm he manages to be, and how there isn’t no sign of anger in him, or nothing.
All the same Ben seems to know that he’s being punished. So without even glancing at me—like I’m the one to be blamed for all this—he bites his lip and goes into his room, where he can’t help kicking the wall once or twice, after which he comes out to the kitchen, and kicks the refrigerator and then opens it, to look for an ice pack."

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Then he says, “She still walks on both feet, still looks the same, more or less. To a stranger, Natasha still looks as if nothing at all is wrong with her. The shell, so to speak, is intact. You are young, son, and may laugh at what I say, but to me she is beautiful. Pure. As if only a few days have passed since I first laid eyes on her. But on each visit I see changes. Each time, her mind disappears a little bit more.”
“Dad, you still didn’t give me an answer.”
“Do I miss her? No, son,” he says, and takes a long, painful pause. “Not all the time.”
“Was it difficult for you, bringing her here?”
“For several weeks, I had dreaded what she would say. That morning I got up from bed, and found her talking to the mirror. I said, This is a special day, Natasha! Let’s go out for breakfast. And pointing straight ahead, at the glass, she said, OK, and what about her, is she coming, too? And I said, No, not today. Just you and me. Oh, she said, OK. And to her reflection she said, Goodbye. And so we came here.”
“Again, dad: you still didn’t give me an answer.”
“Was it difficult to bring her? No,” he says. “The difficult part was to leave her behind, and go home, and find myself lonely, lonely and empty and, at long last, free. I stood there, on the threshold, without her, not knowing what to do with my hands.”

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"I imagine him coming back home, later this evening, and taking a step back—away from the mat—to make certain he has unlocked the right door.
He would call, “Anyone home?” and an echo, a crisp echo would rattle the air, as if to announce an unusual depth, an emptiness.
He would then raise the key to his eyes, staring incredulously at it. It must be the right one, or else the lock would have jammed—but even so, the old man would check it again carefully, as if some bend, some scuff on the metal might, perhaps, explain the wrong turn of things.
He would rub his eyes, amazed to discover Beethoven's bust planted down there, in the dust, on the floor, its eyes frozen in dumb confusion. Discarded. No longer perched on top, it seems to have shrunk—or else the space has, somehow, ballooned around it.
The marble head seems cropped by a beam of light on one side, and a pile of music notebooks on the other. The sculpted shoulders lean against streaks of peeling wallpaper, blackened streaks that have previously gone unnoticed, crumbling away in the shadows, behind the bulk of the piano, which is now missing.
I cannot begin to guess what my father would say, if he would say anything at all, I mean, before he starts shouting."
http://www.amazon.com/Apart-From-Love...

Thank you for sharing your memories--in photographs and art--describing your home. I have woven them together, into a quilt. Today--while we are still here, celebrating Home--I present it to you.

http://uviart.blogspot.com/2012/10/th...

So, you ask, what is the plan for Home? Are we going to have a launch party On Oct. 10, or what?

What a question! We are, and this is the way I see it...
http://uviart.blogspot.com/2012/10/so...

There are over thirty eloquent, beautiful reviews on Amazon for my novel Apart From Love, but I have just received the one I consider the most rewarding of all! Check it out; this is why a writer writes:

http://uviart.blogspot.com/2012/09/th...

As you already know, the launch event of my book Home is in progress between now and Oct. 10. As part of the activities in the event, I have announced a writing contest.

We have 22 entries, all describing the meaning of Home with various shades of emotion, in poem and prose. Please give a big hand to all the participants, for sharing their memories, imagination and talent!

And now, you are invited to stop by the poll and vote (one vote per person) for your favorite entry. On Oct. 10, by the end of the launch event, the winners of will be announced.

http://uviart.blogspot.com/p/contest....