The Sacred Calendar: Twenty Mayan Poems Inspired by the Cholq'ij
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| Rating | : | 4.55 (619 Votes) |
| Asin | : | B00JJR2BZC |
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| Number of Pages | : | 272 Pages |
| Publish Date | : | 2016-11-19 |
| Language | : | English |
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Grady Harp said Responsive musings. Ralph -Michael Chiaia is a fascinating man. From his bio we learn that `Ralph-Michael Chiaia was born in New York City in 1975. He now lives in Seoul, Korea with his family. He wrote FOR MONKS ONLY to piece together all the fragments that he had heard and/or told at various bars around the world. He has been a writer about as long as he can remember. He has one book of poetry out and two books are slated to come out this year. He owns and runs Randy's Bar in Seoul. You can find him at his bar on the pool table or in fro. Lenora G. said Warp and Weft of Sacred Memories. Let us get the legalities out of the way first—I received a complimentary copy of The Sacred Calendar from the author, a man heretofore unknown to me, and was asked to read and review it. With hesitation, I accepted, knowing if I thought it sucked bilgewater, I would return it and not review it.I did not return it. In fact, I am buying a hard copy for my poetry collection.Chiaia has written "Warp and Weft of Sacred Memories" according to Lenora G.. Let us get the legalities out of the way first—I received a complimentary copy of The Sacred Calendar from the author, a man heretofore unknown to me, and was asked to read and review it. With hesitation, I accepted, knowing if I thought it sucked bilgewater, I would return it and not review it.I did not return it. In fact, I am buying a hard copy for my poetry collection.Chiaia has written 20 poems, inspired by his time in South and Central America. These poems are beautifully executed, and held together by an ex. 0 poems, inspired by his time in South and Central America. These poems are beautifully executed, and held together by an ex. Sal Nudo said Provocative poetry that resonates. Doors fans take note: Ralph-Michael Chiaia's poem "Four Lizard" from the book "The Sacred Calendar" invokes the wild imagery and lifestyle of Jim Morrison himself, fitting for Chiaia's graphic style. This is a poet who has lived life, and his brazen words can veer and cut deep--like Morrison's. Despite the zigzagging, however, each piece has a home base and strong message that readers can return to.I visited the Mayan ruins in Mexico's Yucatan Peninsula several years ago, and I can see how such sites may have inspired C
Ralph runs a bar in Seoul. He speaks more Spanish than Barese but the body language is definitely Italian. He comes from NYC, but his ancestry is Barese.
I ended up staying for years. Then the strangest thing happened. My awe for the temples and for the calendar has never died down. I took a nap. I was squatting, sweating, moaning and looking down. I finished my business and ran to it. I was quite sick upon arrival and was having terrible bouts of diarrhea as I was walking the path to Temple No. From the AuthorIn 1996 I flew to Mexico for what was supposed to be a two week vacation. Seeing the great pyramids in Tikal, Guatemala was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. I was watching for them, deeply trying to survive the pain. These poems
Ralph says: "The Mayan Calendar called the Cholq’ij in K’che’ language (Tzolkin in Yucatan Mayan language) is an amazing work of accuracy and precision. My awe for the temples and for the calendar has never died down. All of them extract the essence of the sign. I dreamed of Kings and Glyphs. The Mayan bug had bitten me. My neck was craned and hurt so I looked up and there it was: Temple Four -- the amazing temple that towers over the rainforest -- peeking its head out over the Ceiba trees. I first went to Bacalar in the Yucatan but soon moved to Oaxaca. 4. Some are one page. Seeing the great pyramids in Tikal, Guatemala was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. I had noticed before how Dung Beetles materialize out of nowhere when you leave a dump. Some of the poems are long. I took a nap. Soon I was on top of it looking down