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

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

What is the Next Big Thing? It is a ripple of creativity, spreading across the new writers of today! Each one gives an insight to her upcoming work, then tags her fellow writers to do the same.

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Publishing a book is a complex undertaking, and one task among many is setting up a book page on major reading networks. So now, you are the first to know: the new page for Home on one such network is up! It includes the book description, the cover image, and--get this--the first review, written by renowned Israeli author Revital Shiri-Horowitz. She says:


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You are my ambassadors; so wherever you are
Please carry my message, near and far
Let the ripple spread north and south
'Cause all I can hope for is your word-of-mouth

So if you you come here--if you find what you like
Please take your finger out the hole in the dike
Let the flood happen, let me float home
Like, tweet and chirp, from LA to Rome

From Tel Aviv to San Diego, from Sydney to Delhi
Don't hesitate, dear friends: go ahead, share me!

Are you a competitor? During a race, are you reaching out for the target with all your being? If you are, we are alike, so here's a glimpse of the finish line, and of how I feel when I fall short of my target.

To read more, and to see the results of my book promotion, click the link
http://uviart.blogspot.com/2012/09/a-...

Let me give you the dearest gift that I can
Do not refuse me, for my story began
With passion at heart, guilt down at the gut
And sentences that I weave, then turn and cut
Now I give them to you. It's my very last plea
Hold my book in your hand, it is yours, it is free!

Last day free!
http://www.amazon.com/Apart-From-Love...

Bring me along, when you celebrate Labor Day
I'm free--Apart From Love... I'm your prize
It's your chance to imagine, to let me play
A story of passion before your eyes

Take a deep breath and take me outdoors
Watch the leaves falling, never mind autumn blues
If you touch me, I'll be all yours
My pages will rustle, and awaken your muse.

Free Aug. 31-Sep. 2
http://www.amazon.com/Apart-From-Love...

Bring me along, when you celebrate Labor Day
I'm free--Apart From Love... I'm your prize
It's your chance to imagine, to let me play
A story of passion before your eyes

Take a deep breath and take me outdoors
Watch the leaves falling, never mind autumn blues
If you touch me, I'll be all yours
My pages will rustle, and awaken your muse.

Free Aug. 31-Sep. 2
http://www.amazon.com/Apart-From-Love...

I am honored that host of Cowboy Wisdom NLP Radio, Rob Wilson, invited me for a second interview! Rob is a certified professional coach and motivational speaker, generating, facilitating, and illuminating life's possibilities in all people. He is a regular on the Stu Taylor Radio Show, 'Equity Strategies and Business Talk' and a published author of several books: The Wisdom of a Cowboy: Crossing the River and Climbing the Mountain, Wired for Change by a Journeyman and American Worker: Prison Wagesin the Private Sector.

We talked about my art, about my novel, Apart From Love, offered free for 3 days (Aug. 31-Sep. 2, 2012) and about my upcoming poetry book, Home.

Listen here:
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Summer's come to a close, the breath of autumn is here
Time for reflection, time for a break
The wind start gusting at this time of year
Listen to my whispers, so you make no mistake--

As golden leaves drift, rustling in the air
Come cuddle with me, open my cover
Apart From Love, there's not a moment to spare
Leaf through my story, it's for you to discover

Free Aug. 31-Sep. 2
http://www.amazon.com/Apart-From-Love...

Kaye wrote: "She's so right - you are a very talented lady!"

Awwww.... Thank you so much, Kaye!
More importantly, good to hear your voice!

I'm waiting to be taken, but now, be forewarned
Don't you dare come near me, or else you'd be scorned--
Unless you delight in contemporary fiction
And enjoy reading a book with detailed scene depiction

If you let me pull you in, deep inside
Until you find yourself there, in my characters' mind
I'll make you burn in hell, ablaze in desire,
I'll let you swirl like smoke, ever higher and higher

I'll bring you down here: Santa Monica, Venice Beach
For a father-son meeting, with a blame and a breach
You'll hear Lenny, Natasha, Anita and Ben
And be tortured by guilt, again and again

Find a path to forgiveness, find a way to come clean
Find the words to explain what exactly you mean
Turn page after page, then fall to your knee
'Cause Apart From Love, no feeling is free

Free Aug. 31-Sep. 2 on Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Apart-From-Love...

T'was a hot summer evening, Anita laid eyes on Ben
But summer's gone now, and so is their kiss
The only witnesses left are my paper and pen
Let me tell you what happened, from conflicts to bliss

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Today, faced with news that Isaac Sparks Hurricane Katrina Memories, I pray for the people of New Orleans. Thinking about the wild, ferocious forces of nature, I am reminded of two small details in two of my canvases: Katrina and Earthquake, both of which took months of work, during which I was in awe learning about the survivors.

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A new ★★★★★ book review has been posted today on Amazon for Apart From Love:

"The story is told from the viewpoints of Ben and Anita. Ben is the adult son of Lenny who has been estranged from his parents for the past ten years, with Ben blaming his father for the break up of the family when Lenny and Natasha divorced. Anita is Lenny's new wife who is pregnant, the same age as Ben and also has an uncanny resemblance to Natasha, so much so they could have been taken as sisters - but in appearance only. Natasha was a beautiful and talented concert pianist with elegance and grace to match. Whereas Anita is rough, ill educated, dresses brashly and her speech is no better than `street talk'. What Ben didn't know was that even when he was a child at home living with both his parents, his mother was in the early stages of Alzheimer's Disease and that this progressed to the stage where Lenny divorced her and had her cared for in a home. The marriage wasn't always happy with Lenny having many affairs and flings but Anita, one of his flings, had been around for ten years or so before he married her following an unplanned pregnancy.

Without giving more of the story away, there are many facets to each persons story and all have their hopes, fears and revelations. The love between Ben and Anita which both of them hide as much from themselves as each other, is a slow burn, almost dangerous dance that is more in their heads than physical. Lenny is a little bit like a spy listening to tape recordings of both Ben and Anita's thoughts, playing and rewinding the tapes over and over, torturing himself in preparing their words for the novel he is writing.

Uvi Poznasky is a very talented lady, not only is she a very accomplished writer, she is a poet, sculptor, artist, teacher and much more. The beautiful cover of the book is of one of her works of art and after visiting her website I see that she is indeed gifted and worth taking a look at uviart.com . This is a beautiful and sophisticated novel of love, loss and torture and well worth reading."

Just listen to me, as I bare my soul
Talking to Gabrielle and Nicki-Nicole
No need to put me up on some high pedestal
'Cause here we are, girls: seriously sensual

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When my father passed away, I went back home for the traditional Shiva-a, the seven days period of mourning. Perhaps the grief did something to change the way I viewed things, or else it was sitting in that space--my childhood home--in a spot I rarely sat before, discovering it from a new angle, observing how light penetrated the far reaches of this place, how the furniture signified relationships in the family. I drew what I saw on a napkin; wiped my tears with it, and later discarded it.

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So what do you do when the moment comes? There you are, all confused, faced with the dubious gift, which has been dropped at your doorstep (or rather, on your book page): a 1-star review. What should you do?
Nothing!
Nothing? But—

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And here is the text blurb for the back cover, as it stands at this moment. Please look at it, I would love to hear your comments before I commit it to paper!

"Home. A simple word; a loaded one. You can say it in a whisper; you can say it in a cry. Expressed in the voices of father and daughter, you can hear a visceral longing for an ideal place, a place never to be found again.
Imagine the shock, imagine the sadness when a daughter discovers her father’s work, the poetry he had never shared with anyone during the last two decades of his life. Six years after that moment of discovery, which happened in her childhood home while mourning for his passing, Uvi Poznansky presents a tender tribute: a collection of poems and prose, half of which is written by her, and half—by her father, the author, poet and artist Zeev Kachel. She has been translating his poems over nearly a year, with painstaking attention to rhyme and rhythm, in an effort to remain faithful to the spirit of his words.
Zeev’s writing is always autobiographical in nature; you can view it as an ongoing diary of his life. Uvi’s writing is rarely so, especially when it comes to her prose. She is a storyteller who delights in conjuring up various figments of her imagination, and fleshing them out on paper. She sees herself chasing her characters with a pen, in an attempt to see the world from their point of view, and to capture their voices. But in some of her poems, she offers you a rare glimpse into her most guarded, intensely private moments, yearning for Home."

Howard, one more thought: the bottom quarter of the cover image is 'prime read estate' because it shows the hands gathering the blank pages, upon which my father will never draw another letter. So I intentionally kept the title & author names away from this area. There is little wiggle room if I wish to keep the ideas of this cover intact...

Dear How, so very nice to hear your voice here! And I thought you have forgotten to visit me here. Are you all settled at long last? I love reading about your adventures, please feel free to post them here.

I appreciate so much that you are sharing your professional experience with me. The font is actually one I like, called Baskerville. Reason I like it is because it self-corrects graphical 'densities'--by which I mean problems such as this: when you type 'fi' for example, the line crossing the f is too close to the dot on the i, causing an interference. But in this font, the line is graphically merged with the dot, creating a pleasant graphical combination.

As to Home at the bottom, I have thought about it. But I think that Home is at the center of the 'lens' through which one sees this image. So the graphical placement is symbolic, too. The center of the lens in this image is also the only place where the image is not contorted.

All that said, I will certainly consider all the changes you suggest.