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Fowl Feathered Review Fowl Feathered Review is published quarterly by Fowl Pox Press. Please send all comments, questions, and submissions to: fowlpox@mail.com Editor: Virgil Kay ISSN: 1929-7238 Follow us online: http://fowlpox.tk/ Coordinates: 41°46'13.4"N 82°49'03.7"W This issue is dedicated to "Mother" Maybelle Carter (May 10, 1909 – October 23, 1978)

Cover: Floral Flowers Gone Ago-Go, by Qian Xuan


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There are no passengers on spaceship earth. We are all crew. --Marshall McLuhan


I

am the lost verb,

the noun scurrying off to some indefinite space, a tsunami of love and indifference that is not solid or can be solid depending on the day, the time, the endless blathering of my mind. I have been given the body of a female but my thoughts are androgynous, my physical address is uncommon, my days of wanting men are over.


I want to be a stalactite and a stalagmite at the same time. I float lilies downstream. I have never skinny-dipped. Is there a warp in time that I can visit or a place where time does not exist?

My breath is moving toward a silent core. I understand now what death feels like its feathery fluting, its sweet blank slate, its tongue calling come to me,


come into the gilded light. The night is magnified by shadows coming and going in my sterile room. They kiss my face, my hands, anything that belongs to me. They check my breathing and my pulse they want my silent pull, my ending that leaves me looking so absolutely still.

The breeze is a choir of hooks the rain falls on spring flowers wanting to bloom before their time. Red. Yellow. Pink. Coffee and nerves overflow


from cups and fingertips not knowing when things end or if they do at all. Hot and strong. Rattled. Unanswered. Does the sidewalk recall the weight of bodies upon it? vMystical. Meaning. Molecules. Some days I wander in the back recesses of my mind. Love. The unknown. Hunger.

Desiccated vowels speak to my soul from some volatile space. I hear a pigeon's muffled voice murmur to me in the hooded darkness. Cherry blossoms ice the spring night


with their coldness. My heart beating in its cage has been dismembered by loud voices and sealed judgements. I move forward in a silent rage.

Glimmering debris forms clouds above the sunset all the colors lay in complete solitude. Pink. Purple. Red. Monstrous swirls of stars light the glittering sky with absolute peace. Soul. Hope. Meaning. Romance is emaciated everyone hit the forward button on courting.


I ran across the rooftops proclaiming love is dead. Sorrow. Rage. Loneliness. I use to dance. Now the floors remain silent and forgetful. Life. Youth. Senility.


2

by Greg Dotoli

After Night Snow White snow, Piled four fingers high , on The still , once green , pine branches The tree a white caked couch For the bright red cardinals. The muffled silence and chill-breeze Whisper morning peace. The red dots rearrange themselves By natures clock.


70s, 70s where Art Thou? Wanna see those bluebirds again Gotta here that stream song Need to feel that spark To taste anew that summer park. Decade of colors, love and youth Troubles a foreign land As we preached hand to hand And looked deep into our new soul canyons. A seventies calm of wireless vibes , forever.


IVOR DARREG AND XENHARMONICS Biography Jonathan Glasier

by

Xenharmonic (adj.): Pertaining to music which sounds unlike that composed in the familiar 12 tone equal-tempered scale. --Ivor Darreg

Ivor

Darreg

was

born Kenneth Vincent Gerard O'Hara in

Portland Oregon. His father John was editor of a weekly Catholic newspaper and his mother was an artist. Ivor dropped out of school as a teenager because he had a series of illnesses that left him without teeth and with very little energy. He did have energy to learn. He was self-taught in at least ten languages that he read and spoke. He had a basic understanding of all the sciences. His real love was music and electronics. Because of his choice of music, his father cast him out and he and his mother set out on their own with little help from anyone. At that point he took on the name

"Ivor," which means "man with bow" (from his celloplaying talents) and "Drareg" (the retrograde inversion of "Gerard"), soon changed to Darreg. Ivor's life with his mother was a huge struggle, and Ivor's health was poor until his mother died in 1972. Part of the reason was that they lived on canned soup, and the salt kept his blood pressure skyhigh. Being poor in health and wealth, Ivor became resourceful. He picked up stray wires that were cut off telephone poles and other things on the street and from friends. He said he


learned to "pinch a penny so hard, it would say ouch." Ivor created his first instrument, the Electronic Keyboard Oboe, in 1937. Following the current history of electronics and reading from the journals of the day, he learned circuitry. He made the instrument, which still runs today, because the orchestra he was playing in needed an oboe and Ivor took the challenge. The Electronic Keyboard Oboe is not only one of the first synthesizers, but a microtonal one at that. It plays the regular twelve tones, but there are eight buttons that move the

tone in gradation from a few cents for a tremolo effect to a full quarter-tone. In the forties, Ivor built the Amplified Cello, Amplified Clavichord and the Electric Keyboard Drum. The Amplified Clavichord no longer exists, but the Electric Keyboard Drum, which uses the buzzer-like relays, and the Amplified Cello are still working. In the sixties Ivor created an organ with elastic tuning. The circuitry would justify thirds and fifths. In the early sixties, Ivor met Ervin Wilson and Harry Partch. Upon conversing with

Wilson and seeing his refretted guitars and metal tubulongs (3/4" electric conduit), Ivor took the plunge into non-quartertone microtonality or Xenharmony. He began refretting guitars and making tubulongs and metallophones in 10, 14, 15, 16, 17, 19, 21, 22, 24, 31 and 34 tone equal temperaments. He shared his new beginning with others through his Xenharmonic Bulletin and other writings. The Xenharmonic Alliance [a network of people interested in alternative tuning systems] was created. When we met Ivor in 1977, through John Chalmers, I saw a


need to give Ivor and others a more public forum, so I started the journal Interval/Journal of Music Research and Development. Then in 1981, Johnny Reinhard created the American Microtonal Festival in New York, and in 1984 the 1/1 just intonation group started in San Francisco. Recently the South East Just Intonation Center has been created by Denny Genovese. In the seventies, Ivor created his Megalyra family of instruments, the Megalyra itself being the tour de force of Ivor instrumental creations (featured in EMI Vol. II #2). This

six to eight foot long contrabass slide guitar is strung on both sides to solo (I-I-V-I) and bass (I-V-I)

configurations. This instrument sounds like tuned thunder and is waiting for some heavy metal or slide guitar pro to make it a celebrity. Other instruments in the Megalyra family are the Drone, Kosmolyra, and the

Hobnailed Newel Post, which is a 6" by 6" beam strung with over seventy strings. Ivor called this instrument his harmonic laboratory. Those of you who knew Ivor or read his writings knew that he had a special outlook on music, and a comprehensive mind that explored many subjects. His compositions, of which all are either on tape or written down, date from 1935. Many of his piano compositions are available on cassette, played by Ivor. Detwelvulate! contains a selection of his tapes Beyond the Xenharmonic


Frontier, Vols. 1, 2 and 3 as well as earlier acoustic recordings Ivor made on his reelto-reel machine (see the end of this article for more information).

Elizabeth and I brought Ivor to San Diego in 1985, and he seemed to get younger every year. He was in the best health of his life for those years. We were very happy to be there to share

time with this great man and friend, and see him spend the most productive and stable years of his life here in San Diego. We miss you Ivor.


Frank from Foods


Black Dada (LK/LC/AA) (Adam Pendleton,

silkscreen)

Neil Ellman

Alphabetically, nothing spelled,

the sound that blackness makes

as it slurs its syllables

and murmurs incantations to the sun

not as a word or image, not as a language, in any dialect,

not as a shape or in a dream

how dark the darkness is creating, recreating

in automatic strokes of light

the resonance of thought, a mystical thing becoming having come

before it ever was the place before the dawn where everything is real.


Italian Landscape (etching), c. 1865 Jean-Baptiste Camille Corot


3 poems by Kislay Chauhan Peace I bought every kind of thing that's known — Life, Dreams, Desires, Days, Nights and Money and Happiness and Sadness — And all of them stood in every mile of life, — Getting rusted, came in front redundantly, — Cause I had no sheds to store them, to hold them — And sometimes no use of most of them occurred — And toward in the last, when I thought it’s getting over There by my window, I saw someone About myself, as when my pulse getting down, And looked at him, that he bought for me — Peace, that I never had the slightest need of, — And when the things turned out, and I never ran — A fine peace, with soulful, once brightly varnished — And I turned down window, and heard the voice of him “Now come to peaceful journey


With no dreams, no desires, no money, no happiness and sadness But only Peace That I realized I had never bought

Two Quiet Pictures Two quiet pictures on the wall Of life, age looks them strangely One with curls up winding fall Age called it past, a memory call And down beside a dark, second the watcher finds it as a blank paper Empty with shaded wishes, a future to bid, to make both happy, a present The bidders, a time, every second appears And ages children with colors All bring to life, sit there on knees, in tears It was composed, with gathered roses


The future that was imposed by last white Carried with blue sides, innocent snowflakes that overtaken, a story foretold, day and night through over flooded desires of present Steered, on the silky, silent village with designed waysides by summer sunsets but every morning still goes to see them those two quiet pictures on the wall Less in both, but together, different in same And imagine, too confusing, too crescent Near that wall, holding up hands, it came To burn both of them in fire, the present


A Painting In front of candles, in darkness Are you only a painted picture or a clone? For which crowd traveled days or nights but you look so far away, standing alone are you not real like crowd? Real like world? Having golden lights of summer and silver blush of winter You look still, you live where no one moves Join the emotions, remain in yourself But you are silent, You are so calm Some days ago you were colors in my life Hours I spent to sketch you, painted But in midst all losing, your realness Every moment changed with joy and sorrow But you remained with me, silently


Either side of my way, of life And the time went by When lost my rhythm, one day I lost the realness of you too, the colors And you were put in a corner of room Near the dusty place no one cared A place where walls were grey, blurred and you silently noticed my appearance my hands got older, and my eyes downed And the brush was dried, a torn canvas with layers of the spider-webs And I was unmoved, like you, lost realness But my eyes were on you, thinking still— Are you only a painted picture or a clone? For which crowd traveled days or nights But you look so far away, standing alone


Roads rainfall evening flights tar black feather ball snake scales lapping snake scales a woman in the branches Kinetic Improvement of Fear turkey white man, cranberry blood she is moon, the centre of all things in her darker journeys taken empty crossings on corners diamonds of frost and spark wide flat dusty road she will tumble forest deer feathers leaves --Donat Josèp


a wearing of light

Felino A. Soriano


Contributors Dawnell Harrison writes: “I have been published in over 200 magazines and journals including The Fowl Feathered Review, Mobius, Danse Macabre, Queen's Quarterly, and


many others. Also, I have had 5 books of poetry published entitled Voyager, The maverick posse, The fire behind my eyes, The love death, and The color red does not sleep. I possess a BA from The University of Washington.” The skinny on Donat Josèp: Born in Monaco. Parents were Estève and Anna Josèp. Studied coding theory through distance education while overcoming Stendhal Syndrome and working nights as an uninsured aromatherapist. Following a lull in the 1970’s Josèp designed a 200-page NDA for five bagel manufacturers, now used as a model for non disclosure agreements around the globe. Josèp hates cats. Gregg Dotoli has studied English at Seton Hall University and Computer Programming at NYU. He is a White Hat Hacker and works for a large corporation, keeping organizations safe. His first love is the Arts and he enjoys the rich culture of NYC. There is nothing more moving then a poem, for it lets the reader create the picture and inner dialog, so important in Art. Eyemo Träumhaus, better known to readers as “vk”, has contributed to many publications since 1984. His illustrations were used extensively for this issue of FFR. Coyotepollen Soultrain (Mongolia) is an artist who works in a variety of media. By questioning the concept of movement, Soultrain often creates several practically identical works, upon which thoughts that have apparently just been developed are manifested: notes are made and then deep-fried in a hubcap, ‘mistakes’ are repeated. His artworks isolate the movements of humans and/or objects. By doing so, new sequences are created which reveal an inseparable relationship between motion and sound. By studying sign processes, signification and communication, he finds that movement reveals an inherent awkwardness, a humour that echoes our own vulnerabilities. The artist also considers movement as an allegory for the ever-seeking


man who experiences a continuous loss. Soultrain currently lives and works in Wichita Falls, Texas. Dai Dop Woey plays one-string canjo in his apartment over a dry cleaner’s shop. He’s not very good. JJ Lee: My paintings connect and re-interpret Western and Chinese painting traditions. I appropriate colonial, scientific, historical and medical images from textiles, botanical illustrations, advertising and acupuncture charts to create undefined environments. These diverse sources signify the barrage and collision of disparate ideas of twenty-first century life. Through this process I look at the intersection of culture and hybrid identities. The European still life genre, such as the “memento mori”, encompasses ideas of the transience of life and of illusion. Traditional Chinese bird-and-flower paintings are also symbolically rich. By referencing trompe l’oeil techniques and flat ornamental patterning simultaneously I’m also playing with different definitions of space. By exploring the construction of the image I’m also exploring how much we dissect and analyze gender, race and other categories of identification. The trust that we put into scientific ‘truths’ and systems of classification is thereby challenged. By doing this I hope to create a new reflective platform on which to see ourselves. I often paint on fabric such as Chinese silk brocade, or with Chinoiserie toile patterns. This refers to my mother’s trade as a seamstress and the transmission of skills from one generation of women to another. My images address notions of history and culture, beauty, desire and identity. The end result is personal, historical, aesthetic and rooted in many truths and fictions. Frank from Foods has explored the commonplace with his Leica rangefinder for some years. This marks his first time with Fowl Feathered Review. Felino A. Soriano is a poet documenting coöccurrences. His poetic language stems from exterior motivation of jazz music and the belief in language’s unconstrained devotion to


broaden understanding. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net anthologies. He lives in California with his wife and family and is a director of supported living and independent living programs providing supports to adults with developmental disabilities. Visit felinoasoriano.info for more information. Kislay Chauhan is a writer who has degree in Computer Science. His poems have been published in many reviews, journals and magazines.Some of them are – Fowl Feathered Review, The Artistic Muse Poetry, Eastlit, Earthborne, Carcinogenic Poetry, Out of Our, Nano Nostrovia. Poetry, Sprout Magazine, Melbrake, etc. He has written four poetry books: Takhir, The Vague, Once And For All, and The Edges Of The Spirit. Jonathan Glasier is largely responsible for the current popularity of Xenharmonics, Microtonal Music, Just Intonation, Harmonic Singing and other Tuning Related subjects. Jonathan grew up in San Diego with Harry Partch as a frequent house guest. His father, John Glasier senior, was a violist and violinist with the San Diego Symphony, who could improvise in many different microtonal scale systems, and was a friend

and

supporter

of

Partch.

For

more

information,

please

check

out

http://www.worldharmonyproject.com/johnathan_glasier.htm

Nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net, Neil Ellman writes from New Jersey. More than 1000 of his poems, many of which are ekphrastic and written in response to works of modern and contemporary art, appear in print and online journals, anthologies and chapbooks throughout the world. His first full-length collection is Parallels: Selected Ekphrastic Poetry, 20092012 (Omphaloskeptic Press).


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George Gao - erhu Master Gemini Award Nominated performer -Oscar winning film The Blood of Ying Zhou District participating performer, composer -Professor of Shanghai Institute of Visual Art, Guest Professor of National Taiwan University of Arts, China Conservatory of Music, etc -Guest Concert Master of Hong Kong Chinese Orchestra -Inventor of Shaoqin Erhu Hailed as one of the most exciting, innovative and respected erhu masters today, theGemini Award nominated erhu master George Gao began studying the erhu at the age of six, a few years later, he won First Prize at the Shanghai Junior Instrumental Soloist Competition and a Silver Medal at the China National Junior Instrumental Soloist Contest in 1982. In 1985, he swept the three highest prizes of the Beijing China National Invitational erhu Competition. In 1999, He won a Recognition Award for his appearance at the 13th World Festival for Young Students in Pyongyang, North Korea. George Gao studied at the Shanghai Conservatory of Music and the Royal Conservatory of Music in Toronto. After winning the first prize in the Beijing National Erhu Competition, George Gao launched on a truly international performing career. He toured the US, Canada, France, Germany, Denmark, Japan, Taiwan,


Hong Kong and China extensively and featured as a soloist with the Toronto Symphony Orchestra, Bamberg Symphony Orchestra, Aalborg Symphony Orchestra, Shanghai Symphony Orchestra, Hong Kong Chinese Orchestra, Taiwan National Chinese Orchestra, National Arts Center Symphony Orchestra, Winnipeg Symphony Orchestra, Edmonton Symphony Orchestra and I Musici etc. George Gao has also performed many recitals, including appearances at the Glenn Gould Studio, the Royal Conservatory of Music (Toronto), City Hall Concert Hall (Hong Kong), and the National Concert Hall (Taipei). Billions of people around the world have watched him on CCTV, China's most watched TV station. George Gao is a hot session player, his erhu performance is frequently recorded by many world renowned composers, film, record producers. George is featured in the soundtrack for the popular science fiction television program Earth: Final Conflict, which has been nominated for an Emmy Award for Outstanding Main Title Theme Music. An enthusiast of many musical styles, George organized the Beijing rock band Red Maple Leaf and the pop group Snowman. In Toronto, he collaborated with many world music artists including Jesse Cook, Donald Quan, Ron Korb and joined many world music ensembles such as Bowfire, Silk Orchestra, George Gao Ensemble and Memento. He has pioneered the development of new music for the erhu, fusing traditional Chinese music with jazz, Western Classical music, New Age, and otherethnic music from different world cultures. As a composer, George Gao has composed music for many films and documentaries. He co-composed with Brian Keane for Bill Moyer's Productions/Lenon Documentary 3 part documentary film Becoming American, the Chinese Experience. In 2006, George Gao has co-composed and recorded the sound tracks for the Oscar winning short documentary The Blood of Yingzhou District. In 2010, The Warriors of Qiugang, another short documentary which George Gao has co-composed and recorded, has nominated by an Oscar again. George Gao is also a songwriter who has a few hit songs in China. He has written many erhu works including Capriccio for Erhu, which was designated as compulsory work for the final round of the 2002 International Dragon Cup Erhu Competition and Erhu Capriccio No. 2 - Mongolian Fantasy, which was designated as compulsory work for the final round of the 2008 Shanghai Spring Festival International Erhu Competition and 2011 Taipei Chinese Instrumental Competition for Erhu.


George Gao is currently a professor in residence of Shanghai Institute of Visual Arts, he is also a guest professor of China Conservatory of Music, National Taiwan University of Arts, Zao Zhuang University, Jiang Xi University of Science and Technology in China, Ogaki Women's College in Japan. George Gao is also the guest concert master of the Hong Kong Chinese Orchestra. Link: www.georgegao.com


Archicembalo, a keyboard containing thirty-one keys to the octave. Inventor: Nicola Vicentino (1511 – 1575 or 1576)


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