2 poems from Rob Z (Roberto Zariskeeni) : Myoosik & Suicide

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Myoosik

i can taste it... feel it in my bones.
i want it so bad it hurts... to play music.

i watch bands play like a predator stalking prey.
     watch them set up, break down...
     check the sound, load the van...

like a hawk when they’re playin’.
     every instrument, every note...
i watch the bends...
     how is it that they make that shrill tremolo sound???
with those shaking wrists and fingers...
     like b.b. king and those HUGE wailing notes!
his hand looks like a wing flapping...
     pivoting on one finger... one note... beautiful.

i watch the bassman slap and pluck and slide.
     all so simple...
     like he’s barely touching the strings...
but from the amplifier comes this great booming thunder!

i watch the audience...
     and how each individual has his or her own unique         
     personal style of flailing funk!

i watch to see what moves people...
     and to make sure that i am not the only one who cannot
     resist the imperious urge to shake and thrash every
     part of my body like i have suddenly become victim to
     a spontaneous exorcism and at any moment a little red
     demon is going to **jump out** through the center of my
     chest and start eating people!!!

and sometimes... when i look up... i am the only one.
and sometimes... i do feel like i am undergoing some sort
     of exorcism.

in African tribal culture, they believed that the sound of
     booming drums drove out Evil spirits...
and i believe it too.

it was Hendrix who invited us to the Electric Church,
     and i have been a believer ever since!

suicide

what it’s like to want to die
when you no longer hurt and you no longer cry
pain you can handle
but pain without emotion is unbearable
the emptiness is uncomparable
when you finally hit bottom
and there’s nowhere left to go
eternal loneliness plagues your mind
a loveless life is all you’ll ever know
so your thoughts turn to death
you’re battered and broken from the fall
suffering the pain and anguish of hell
is better than feeling nothing at all
lying on my back staring at the skies
my legs crossed in front of me, 
my arms spread to each side
i’m ready to die on my fallen cross
the only thing to gain is loss
oh lord please understand
i didn’t pass the test, nor did i survive
but know that i only take my body
so that my soul may be alive.

roberto zariskeeni
~ may 1997


Photography by Roberto Zariskeeni at Rob Z Photography in Fevers of the Mind Press Presents the Poets of 2020

Rob Z is a writer, photographer, musician living in Southern Indiana. He has had work published in our print editions of Fevers of the Mind Issue 1 June 2019. 



Nick Cave Inspired poems by Adrian Ernesto Cepeda

He’s a ghost, a holy godlike guru

Like a preacher 
mad with a microphone
on stage black dressed
unbuttoned cross hangs
chained to his open chest.
Cave’s his name—
through his dark accent
you feel his plight.
With every chord,
the riffs he plays—
the crowd ignites.
He stands like a God
in this house, auditorium,
arena from Jubilee Street
to Tupelo. His British band
plays so loud they can hear
from the clouds all the way
to heaven. Even Methostopolies
loves to feel the burning fury
of his Southern refrains. 
With Cave’s Northern soles 
he prances and romances 
while towering over his disciples
owning this stage; 
when his voice rises—
raging poetry, bible verses
he spits out grooves of insanity
from her to eternity
some of his stanzas 
will save your sins
with the rhymes, epic anthem 
odes to Johnny Cash.
This son of an English professor
pens songs like sonnets, so sinfully
sweet, dedicated for the drowning
and defeated Cave will Nick
your scars as his guitar bleeds.
When you see him live
applause from his electric pulpit
and always scream. Lovers
addicts, tattooed outcasts
heed his choruses, spotlight
untamed. Mad like a preacher
Cave faith has him dropping needles
on vinyl skin, instead of veins. 
Let Nick’s sermons and hymns 
send you inside the skies 
his church is at night
for the price of a ticket
more than a show 
before leaving
all you disbelievers 
definitely will understand—
as this singer extols
spinning reprieves
of his holiest refrains;
as each riff resounds
you can feel Nick’s soul
was saved by the beats as
each night Cave rolls his
tongue with the confessional 
kiss of rock and roll. 

Nick Cave's Spotlight Craving

From a photograph by Ted Grudowsky

He sat at the piano, fingers
touching black and white
keys, matching his tuxedo
colored suit, dark tie and   
an alabaster shirt stained
with sprinkling sweat.
The singer put an Australian
Dunhill cigarette, letting it
dangle in his mouth. After 
playing a few notes, 
he stopped, looking for 
a match under the spotlight,
but there was nothing but
baggage claims, loose leaf
lyrics he scribbled in limo
on the way to the show. 
As the singer fumbled,
in the front row, my balding
friend got up and hurried to the
side of the stage. Taking out his 
antique silver lighter from his 
torn blue jean pocket, Martyn 
in his faded blue Leonard Cohen
t-shirt, reached up from 
seats and magically lit King 
Ink’s ciggy—Cave winked 
and mumbled Thanks mate! 
Looking back down, towards
the keys, the singer grinned 
eyes closed, beginning 
the notes to “And No More
Shall We Part” he exhaled 
smoke— savoring the nicotine 
on his lips, the music echoed 
reigniting the quiet the halls;
as the singer played, we all sat 
mesmerized, watching Nick Cave’s 
fingers becoming entranced again.


Why Fear Her Tears?

Why are all the women weeping?
…They are weeping back at them
—	Nick Cave

Every night I hear La Llorona
grieving outside la Ventana, 
I no longer close the blinds
or cover quivering under
How to sleep, how to sleep
Instead, I take in the chorus 
of her lamenting wails, 
and then una mañana
desperté to find her weeping
like a song spinning on 
an endless vinyl trying to find 
a place where her cries can no 
longer feel dethroned. Cada 
noche, I rise from bed and stroll 
descalso barefoot to la concina, 
reach up for a bowl in la alcana 
cupboard and bring it back 
to my bedroom, leaving it
under my cama mattress,
so, when I hear La Llorona 
weeping, I make sure the bowl 
is empty, if it’s full I pour 
out the pain into an empty
botella, corking each one, 
And when the wind does 
howl and cuando el viento
sopla, bottling every sob, 
I always save for her, keeping 
Them safe as she leaves me
the sweetest of invisible beso 
where her rosas grow wild
kisses on the floor. She knows
I am no longer afraid each night 
I feel her medianoche refrain…
as I quidado carry, trying not
to spill nor leave any trembling
tracks, protecting every huella 
drop of her lagrima tears. 
 
Don Quixote Driving His Truck

Navigating their way 
on N. Buena Vista Ave 
to Hollywood Airport, 
Burbank, CA…with 
Sancho Panza in 
the passenger seat,
using his iPhone, Don
keeps waxing quixotic
about directions, which
way they should turn. 
Wishing he was still 
on his horse, doesn’t 
like how the truck tries
to swerve onto oncoming 
traffic, Listening to Ghosteen
while scratching every
Nick and scar on his chin
following his inner Cave
imagination, picturing 
bright horses, unholy Jubilee
street corner spirits standing in  
front of the Jesus graffiti on 
the Hollywood sign, Don
loves pushing the sky away
past the skeleton tree, 
as another airliner lifts 
off above them, Sancho 
says go ahead, let’s take 
the fork and see where 
the road leads us towards
our latest mapquest, seeing
the fringy lunatic gaze on
Quixote’s wandering eye,
Don pushes down on 
the pedal like he’s galloping
on his favorite caballo, Yes, 
derecho, my friend, no longer 
lost, with the windows rolled 
down, the maniacal driver roars 
it is time we become legends again. 


Before I Turn Into Gold Online Anthology: 4 poem showcase by Adrian Ernesto Cepeda


A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Adrian Ernesto Cepeda

Bio: Adrian Ernesto is the author of Flashes & Verses… Becoming Attractions from Unsolicited Press, Between the Spine from Picture Show Press and La Belle Ajar & We Are the Ones Possessed from CLASH Books and Speaking con su Sombra with Alegría Publishing. 

His poetry has been featured in Harvard Palabritas, Glass Poetry: Poets Resist, Cultural Weekly, Yes, Poetry, Frontier Poetry, The Fem, poeticdiversity, Rigorous, Luna Luna Magazine, The Wild Word, The Revolution Relaunch and Palette Poetry. 

Adrian lives with his wife and their adorably spoiled cat Woody Gold in Los Angeles.

“Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me.”
― Sigmund Freud





A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with R&B Musician Tasha Taylor

with Tasha Taylor:

Q1: When did you start writing and first influences?

Tasha: I started writing when I was 14. My first influence was my father’s music. Johnnie Taylor was my dad, he was a Stax artist.

Q2: Who are your biggest influences today?

Tasha: I still love the greats: Aretha, Etta James, Bobby Blue Bland. I also love Leon Bridges, Lauryn Hill, Drake, HER and so many newer artists.

Q3: Any pivotal moment when you knew you wanted to be a writer/artist/musician?

Tasha: I grew up on the road with my dad, watching him perform from the side of the stage as a kid was all I needed to know this was what I wanted to do.

Q4: Who has helped you most with writing?

Tasha: I write solo and produce my own sic. Listening to great writers always helps.

Q5: Where did you grow up and how did that influence your work?

Tasha: I grew up in Dallas, Texas.

Q6: What do you consider your most meaningful work you’ve done creatively so far to you?

Tasha: My record TAYLORMADE was a sort of tribute to my dad, so it holds a lot of meaning for me https://amzn.to/3ktUQwz

Q7: Favorite activities to relax?

Tasha: Painting>

Q8: What is a favorite line/stanza from a song/poem/writing of yours or others?

Tasha: “When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.” Albert Einstein

Q9: Any recent or forthcoming projects that you’d like to promote?

Tasha: Yes, working on a new record now.

Other links to Tasha’s music:

https://amzn.to/3zAINSy

https://amzn.to/3lNsblH

https://amzn.to/3ktqRFe

A Spotlight on Melodic Virtue

logo (c)Melodic Virtue

Melodic Virtue has been featured in Rolling Stone, SPIN, Los Angeles Times, Paste & Pitchfork for the work they’ve accomplished ever since Aaron Tanner began what was a Graphic design company that now also puts out very interesting “photographic history” of some of the best bands of the last 40 years. These coffee-table books have rare photos, behind the scenes looks at the bands, set lists and so much more. Melodic Virtue also has a wonderful web page with merchandise and check out which books are currently available and see the awesome bands such as Butthole Surfers, Pixies, and Ministry. Aaron also has a history of working with Ween throughout the years. Aaron is also a wonderful musician himself in bands such as Stationary Odyssey and Off-Ox (check out their music as well)

https://www.melodicvirtue.com/collections

https://www.melodicvirtue.com/blogs/news

https://www.melodicvirtue.com/blogs/videos

https://www.melodicvirtue.com/pages/retailers

Links:

Twitter @melodicvirtue

Facebook: Melodic Virtue

An Interview with Aaron Tanner of Melodic Virtue (from Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Art Digest June 2019)

(c) Melodic Virtue
What Does Regret Mean?
Let’s ask the man who put together the book.
Aaron Tanner.
He is a graphic designer, a musician himself
Having been a member of bands such as Stationary Odyssey and Off-Ox.
He decided to dip into his passion of music and put together
A book. A visual history book about the Legendary Alternative band
“The Butthole Surfers” from the Psychedelic tornadoes of Texas.
For this book he compiled and worked with many legendary musicians
 such as Gibby Haynes (the lead-man) of the Surfers, Mickey Melchiondo (Dean Ween of Ween)
Testimonials from Thurston Moore & Lee Ranaldo (Sonic Youth) Kim Thayil (Soundgarden), Henry Rollins (Black Flag, Rollins Band)
Many stories about the wild deludes of traveling with the Butthole Surfers.
Are recalled by other great musicians from the early 80s and 90’s
Visit Aaron’s site at Melodicvirtue.com to order a copy of the book today.

Hi Aaron,
Q1: When was the first time you heard the Butthole Surfers? What album? What song? That for most people would be a very hard question to
 answer due to the state a lot of people are in when listening to the Surfers. I believe most people know them best from the 90's hit "Pepper" but they had been a very interesting band for a full decade before that song.  I believe I got into the Independent Worm Saloon the most when I expanded my musical horizons. 

Aaron: I loved the Butthole Surfers' music ever since I heard it in my mid-teens. But it wasn't until I came across  Locust Abortion Technician that I was completely hooked. That album permanently altered my perception of what music could be, and changed the course I took to pursue new bands ever since. And considering, I couldn't be more thrilled that the book also includes an unreleased track on flexi disc from those sessions, "Locust Abortion Technician Medley."

Q2: Has the alternative 80's & 90's music always been the first style of music you often turned to growing up? Obviously, you are a huge fan of Butthole Surfers. What other bands influenced your style as a musician? I often heard Sonic Youth and Pixies influences when listening to your work.

Aaron: Most definitely. It's the music I grew up on! I've always loved bands that didn't limit themselves in any way; that weren't afraid to really try something different. The Residents were a great example of this too. They were another big influence on me early on.

Q3: When did you first form a relationship with Dean Ween?

Aaron: I met Mickey (Dean Ween) about 16 years ago. Having just started doing album artwork at a professional level, I approached him about possibly working together. The rest is history!

Q4: What are the future plans for Melodic Virtue? Are you going to be working on musician books exclusively, or are there plans to expand works of other artists? Any sneak peek on some you might have in mind?

Aaron: Melodic Virtue is now strictly a publisher of limited-run coffee table books on bands. We've recently expanded our staff and are about to work on a visual history for Ministry. Nothing but positive things ahead!   
*See upcoming posts on Melodic Virtue including info on current & past titles including the Ministry book that had released"

Q5: Any social media, web pages, band promotions for the bands you've been a part of? What would you like people to know about Aaron Tanner and Melodic Virtue?

Aaron: We work with the band's management and social team on all promotions related to the books. Melodic Virtue is a small, hard-working independent publisher with a strong history of award-winning work in the music industry. Originally started in 2004 as a graphic design studio, we're known for telling authentic and unusual stories visually, and now do so through limited-run coffee table books. With over 200 pages of live and behind-the-scenes photographs, set lists, posters, and album art, these limited-run collector's editions offer an immersive and definitive visual history of each band. Additionally, most of our case-bound coffee table books include a 7" flexi disc of a previously unreleased song. 



Butthole Surfers: What Does Regret Mean?

book is currently sold-out at this time.