Uvi’s Comments (group member since Apr 09, 2012)

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

"Back home after the funeral I cannot find a moment alone. The place is buzzing with neighbors and distant relatives, including my three aunts, each of whom has eyebrows painted in, in place of the real ones. At first they talk in low voices, afraid, perhaps, that grandma might hear what they say, or come out to scold them for their manners. They bend over me and pinch my cheeks so hard that instantly, I forget all about the pain in my foot inside the bandages.
So I am forced to hide from attention. I stand there, very quietly, in the corner behind the tank, and feed the new fish, which dad got for me earlier that morning; just a smidgen between the fingers, like he told me... And then maybe one more smidgen, or two, because I hate learning lessons, and because I am bored and lonely here, in this crowd, and also because of the fish, because they look so hungry for these little specks. You can see them flocking up in a big haste, competing to reach the surface."

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

Shimmering luster, let me try, let me reach you
Layers beyond layers of red, all aglow
With trembling fingers I touch... Flimsy tissue
It comes down upon me, folding high into low

I dance with abandon, with no inhibition,
Entangled in fabric, I can no longer flee
Can't breath, for now I can see the strange fusion
Now I know: this tissue is me

To read more about the cover image of Apart From Love, which is inspired by my art, click here:
http://uviart.blogspot.com/2012/01/wh...

At the core, what does home mean to you? When you close your eyes, what image comes to mind? For me, the image that best captures the essence of this word was painted when I was ten years old. Outlined with simple pencil lines, brushed in a flat manner with Gouache paints, and perceived through a head-on perspective, this is a scene of the 'golden age' of my family:

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"The last thing I want to see is his face, when he comes home to realize that—poof!—the grand piano is gone. Vanished! My father is known to have an eccentric attachment to things, especially to that old, massive, ornately decorated, polished white beast. Why, you may ask? I have wondered about it, too, and can offer only this: it brings back to him a certain presence, the presence of mom, playing. So perhaps for him, it is a remnant of love: namely, guilt.
By the time I turned sixteen, mom had developed an unexplained fear, a fear of getting lost, which was quite pronounced, even as she headed out for a short walk, such as to the grocery store on Wilshire Boulevard, not more than a couple of blocks away. She seemed to rely, with an increasing sense of anxiety, on the familiar, and would become ferociously shaken if a chair was accidentally moved out of position. We all knew that the instrument—which was only hers, because I had stopped playing by then—was sacred. It was not to be touched.
And so, too, was she."

Ben, in Apart From Love

At the core, what does home mean to you? When you close your eyes, what image comes to mind? For me, the image that best captures the essence of this word was painted when I was ten years old. Outlined with simple pencil lines, brushed in a flat manner with Gouache paints, and perceived through a head-on perspective, this is a scene of the 'golden age' of my family:

To read more, click the link
http://uviart.blogspot.com/2012/10/ho...

Christine wrote: "I like your name Uvi"

Awwww... Thank you Christine!

Oh! I found out the your Kindle edition does have the cover image! Here goes:

http://www.amazon.com/Divide-by-Zero-...

On this image, I like the metallic shine of the letters, and the down-low point of view. Almost a cat's point of view... Or perhaps the mouse point of view, when the cat approaches! All seems quiet, until--

I am curious to see the cover for your new book, Divide by Zero... The Amazon link is already up and running but the image is not yet there... Please remind me when it is up. Also, you should enter it here on Goodreads... I know, I know, so much to do, so little time! Good luck Sheila!

"The longer I live, the more I realize that each one is only unto himself... Sometimes I shudder to see how lonely is a man in the universe. Only the noise, the tumult and the constant competition make him overlook this realization. The condition of the artist is immeasurably superior. The joy of inspiration puts his feeling of loneliness at a remote distance, and he imagines that life shall never end. But to create is possible only when a man can trust that he creates for someone or for some thing, that he is not surrounded by lies, and that he is not building upon a deceptive foundation."

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By the time I was three, my father’s car had the good fortune of breaking down. She was the same age as my mother – twenty two – which for a car is a somewhat dangerous prospect. He was thankful to her, to the car I mean, for she had given him an extremely drawn out mileage – not so much in actual driving but rather in adventures. For hours on end he would spin out his tales: how he backed, accidentally, into a yard, flipped over right through the wooden fence and nearly crushed into the main entrance; how people would run for their lives whenever they saw him dodging ahead towards them; how the cops would give chase, shaking their fist at him; and how he managed, by the narrowest of escapes, to avoid them.

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When I was a little girl, my father kept an on-going diary in which he jotted down his conversations with me. It was written almost like a play, centered on the dialog between us. Six years ago, when I came back to my childhood home to mourn him (during the Shiv-aa, the seven days period after his passing) I unearthed many of his long lost documents, and among them--the diary.

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Here is an excerpt from the Editorial Notes in Apart From Love

"In all, seven notebooks were discovered, one in a secret desk drawer, the rest in one pile, under a heap of sheet music that laid on the floor, in the corner of the living room, under a marble bust of Beethoven.
The notebooks were of different bindings, shapes and sizes, and contained written or typed blurbs of text, which appeared so tight and so dense as to make reading practically impossible.
To decode their meaning I had to look at them through a magnifying glass, and then, with a fine brush, mark tiny white dots between the letters, in places where I figured that spaces should have occurred.
In several cases, the pages were clearly out of order. It took me the better part of a month to set them in place; more precisely, in what I assumed to be the right place. As the author would say: it seemed as if someone had cast the notebook up in the air, and let the pages fall as they may, descending like parachutes behind enemy lines."

Shimmering luster, let me try, let me reach you
Layers beyond layers of red, all aglow
With trembling fingers I touch... Flimsy tissue
It comes down upon me, folding high into low

I dance with abandon, with no inhibition,
Entangled in fabric, I can no longer flee
Can't breath, for now I can see the strange fusion
Now I know: this tissue is me

To read more, click the link
http://uviart.blogspot.com/2012/01/wh...

My father Zeev Kachel, an author, poet and artist, knew many languages, and he knew them because of the trials and tribulations of his history. Born in Russia, he knew Russian, Polish, Yiddish and Hebrew from early childhood. French, German and Spanish came later: he left home at seventeen, moved to France for his studies, and upon the German invasion he was imprisoned. He escaped the camp, and climbed a foot trail over the Pyrenees mountains, which...

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When first I spot it, all seems still
But in my heart--a sudden thrill
The cables sing with a raspy sound
And into place I am now bound

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★★★★★ Book Review:
Deeply Moving!, September 14, 2012
By Dolores Ayotte
"Home" by Author Uvi Poznansky is a well-written compilation of poetry and prose. She shares some of the works of her father Zeev Kachel as well as her own talent.

This is the second book that I have read and reviewed by this gifted author. It is hard to put into words the emotion one feels after reading her work. There is a great sadness found here...almost sorrowful in its content. Her writing touches my heart to the core as I sense the courage it takes to show such deep feeling and pain. Yes...the release of pain is what I hear in her words. Her artistic gift is the expression of Ms. Poznansky's experiences. Perhaps, she is vicariously living and writing through the eyes of her father and touching our lives with her unmistakeable ability to share her feelings as well as her dearly departed father's innermost self with her readers...

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★★★★★ Book Review:
A Literary Symphony, September 14, 2012
By Ashley Fontainne "Ashley"
This review is from: Apart From Love (Kindle Edition)
Uvi Poznansky has penned a literary symphony, complete with a cast of likeable yet bruised characters.

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The 'Look Inside' feature of both the paperback edition and the Kindle edition of my upcoming poetry book, Home, has just gone live! I invite you to check it out.

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How Good It Is to be Here: A Place that Honors Indie Writers!
The Cover Contessa and Never Too Old for YA Books (a group on Goodreads) are continuing to honor indie authors this month. Today they welcomed me to the group and blog to chat about what it is being an author.

You can read the interview here:
http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/1...

You may ask, what is the 'interior design' of a book? It is the graphic arrangement of the text, and of every piece of information printed in it, from the title page in the front to the period on the last page. This includes the choice of font, the size...

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