Schematic of all Things – All Things Being Equal?

Worth a second time around…

activistThis poem came to me a few days after 9/11. It was originally part of a short story called “Love Among the Anthrax.” It’s now part of Ticket to Ride. It’s about coming together to achieve common goals. Which goals are up to you.

schematic of all things

by philip scott wikel

I think myself not superior,
but apart,
or better,
and at the same time,
a part.
I think of the things I do as not greater,
but lesser,
at least,
of less apparent impact.
I will not shine in your eyes erudition
on the subject
but instead give you a dim view.
And it’s the you of this that must be figured,
you figure,
and I’ll do the same and am doing the same.
because the definitions are that grey;
the sea joins the sky on a day heavy with fog,
that we must do so together.

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The sun in myself on you and the apparent them,

What first they are not,
what you are not,
and then what I most certainly am;
the I being you as you become the eye in this and not superior,
but apart,
or better,
and at the same time
a part.
And then as a part of the greater,
or the higher,
reaching down to perform the lesser,
or less apparent,
the minute,
the trivial task that strikes like flint,
the power fed feeds.
I,
or now you,
won’t speak in specifics.
I,
or you,
and finally we,
will not give logistics or diagramatic signs of the specific.
Specificity dims the impact of the metaphor,
(the intellectuospiritual machine)
in which to plug the act,
the response,
the thought,
or the feeling,
and then push “play.”

An Artist's Journey

activist This poem came to me a few days after 9/11. It was originally part of a short story called “Love Among the Anthrax.” It’s now part of Ticket to Ride. It’s about coming together to achieve common goals. Which goals are up to you.

schematic of all things

by philip scott wikel

I think myself not superior,
but apart,
or better,
and at the same time,
a part.
I think of the things I do as not greater,
but lesser,
at least,
of less apparent impact.
I will not shine in your eyes erudition
on the subject
but instead give you a dim view.
And it’s the you of this that must be figured,
you figure,
and I’ll do the same and am doing the same.
because the definitions are that grey;
the sea joins the sky on a day heavy with fog,
that we must do so together.

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She’s Immune – Her Best Sarah Mclachlan…

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smiling eyes pouring together

with a voice

that drips like sweet maple

 

her best sarah mclachlan knows

distress

but the first three lines

diminish the difference,

and when one is within their

gaze and song

sweet fawns and flowers

appear in dreams around her

 

dream-dipped tiki girl

lives outside of time,

the “old girl” she says she is

is forever ten,

precocious and immune.

Coy, Honeyed Mistress (Makes Me Long for Shakespearean Love & Language)

KeiraKnightley3Coy, Honeyed Mistress (Makes Me Long for Shakespearean Love & Language)

by Philip Scott Wikel

 

 

Likely,

were you not yet betrothed,

twixt with you would I seek

engagement

and bathe thee

with a thousand charms,

admirations,

and salutations.

 

What of this “yours”

addressed to me?

the better of me interprets

possession offered, an invitation.

Coy, honeyed mistress

this wishing of being

equally measured against

that woman penned

leaveth me to believe

that which I dare not equate.

Thou art more and forever.

Thy beauty is such that

mine eyes wish no other.

 

So then wherefore wouldst thee such address

this intrepid and envious heart in such manner?

Have care sweet maiden

for my intent follows thy lead,

and this “yours” holds implication and power.

Common closing or enticement?

Let it not be cloaked.

Sketches of Spain in Spring – Sevilla

2004_barrio_santa_cruz_sevillaSketches of Spain, Spring by Philip Scott Wikel

I.

I caught a bus in front of the pensione and headed into the fields and orchards of southern Spain and three days without sleep. The sky was grey and I’ve always had this thing about grey skies, sleepy, inward, ponderous. Cafe con leche at every stop was more than a feeble attempt to defy my mood and, mixed with a pack of cigarettes, kept me at least somewhat focused.

In a cafe at the Huelva railway station I ate two ham sandwiches and went outside to read, but ended up writing a short poem.

blue fire lightning strikes desire in eyes

like red tide swells that fold & fall

then merge on the surface

feeding

flickering

wishing to be a flame

II.

Sevilla. Waiting hours between connections. San Jose Del Cabo, that’s what it looks like. But that was another time. Just a few years ago, but another time.

A few streets away from the station I came across two Brits playing broken riffs for Spanish coin. He played and she smiled with a tin can, collecting. They’d been in Sevilla for about three weeks and were making something like three thousand pesetas a day. They slept in a van parked on the edge of town. “Lovely here,” she said over and over. Nigel offered me a turn on the guitar, then helped me muddle through a few chords of “Sweet Jane.”

“Where’re you headed chief?” he asked with a broad Lancashire accent.

“Morocco… Marrakesh. I’m supposed to meet a friend in Algeciras in a couple of days to make the crossing.”

“Not exactly the right time for a yank to be in Morocco. With the bombing and bloody ramadan you might better hold on to your fuckin’ head.”

“Handley’s idea…”

“Handley?”

“Yeah the guy I’m meeting in Algeciras. Talked me out of Bordeaux and Biarritz and…”

“The shops are opening up, would you like an ice cream.” said Nigel’s girlfriend.

“Sure.”

Over ice cream they talked about strawberry season and how they’d done pretty well as pickers.

 

III.

Some young Spanish girls were returning to their school which stood adjacent to the  train station. As they passed, some smiled, their eyes like twilight. The ancestors of Mexican girls embroidered in the Americas with indian motifs. I smiled back, innocently.

Their latin lovers followed the line of their gaze, then looked at me with contempt.

I was hungry again so I set off across the main square in search of food. After walking the perimeter of the square I ended up in a sort of cafe across the street from the station. I ate a sort of hamburger and drank a coke and was stared at by a few very old people. They knew and I knew that I wouldn’t be there long and soon they would be free to talk amongst themselves and perhaps guess where the fair-haired man had come from and where he might be going and where they themselves had been but never where they might go again.

 

IV.

As the sun set over the Guadalquivir, a group of excited students got on the train and sat in the seats around me. Some of the girls smiled and giggled as they discovered the foreigner in their midst. The boys smiled and giggled at them. They were traveling light and I asked them where they were going and where they had been. One of the serious boys informed me that they were on a day trip to Sevilla to see the Museo Principal de Bellas Artes. Had I been there? Yes, but not this trip. I was in Sevilla only to make a train connection.

“El museo was ‘brilliant,'” said one girl.

I smiled and turned away and settled back and noticed two very nice looking women to my right. I smiled and they turned away to speak between themselves, as is usually the case, once you’ve shown some interest.

Shiny Boxes – A Love Poem by Philip Scott Wikel

good-things-come-in-small-packages-1Shiny Boxes by Philip Scott Wikel

 

If we could but place

afternoons like these

in shiny boxes

 

God damn the bittersweet

give me the lotus

and let me dream

 

damn the cold

and how it creeps

and shame on me

for letting it

 

If we could but place

afternoons like these

in shiny boxes

I’d open the rainy day in december

and never close it again

 

A mosaic of haunting – soothing – mellow – and unforgettable sounds…

fox“Fox Elipsus is a mosaic of haunting – soothing – mellow – and unforgettable sounds that move all of those who look for depth truth and beauty in music. It is full of the peaceful and passionate political environmental and human messages of John Lennon and Gandhi. Fox believes in peace and love and these songs are as passionate and moving as his beliefs.”

My name is Fox Elipsus. I love doing this more than anything you could imagine. From the moment I started doing this professionally I knew I had found the thing that I would spend the rest of my life doing.

I was born in Oxford, England. I am partly Persian, mostly English, and a little Irish too. I speak a few languages, I have been to a lot of countries, including parts of Africa and Asia. My life has given me a unique and unbiased perspective on the world and ideas about how we might work towards peace and fair government in the future.

I try to make the most honest, heartfelt, personal, important, and powerful music imaginable. My music is meant for all age groups, all races, and all nationalities. There is no age group or demographic that likes my music more or less than any other. That gives me hope for the future.

I intend to play a show in every country of the world. I work 24 hours a day, every day, on bringing my dream and my music to life. If you would like to help, e-mail me at elipsus@gmail.com

I am trying to bring meaningful and deep messages back to music, similar to John Lennon. I’m from Oxford England (yes I have an accent) and I have an insatiable drive to reach the world with these words and songs. I hope the world will listen for a moment or more. Something amazing is happening. In the space of a few months I have found thousands of new fans that are soothed and inspired by my music, all over the world. It is growing rapidly, and I want you to be a part of it from the start. I am looking for friends, fans, supporters and promoters. Please listen.

http://www.elipsus.net

Easter Sunday – 15 Oxford Road, Goshen, NY sat on an acre of springtime green…

egg_huntEaster Sunday – 15 Oxford Road sat on an acre of springtime green…

by Philip Scott Wikel

The house that surrounded them at lunchtime was an extension of Olivia and Morgan’s inner life. 15 Oxford Road sat on an acre of springtime green. An entire wall of the living room was filled with books ranging in their subjects from the influence of sea power on ancient history to the collected essays of H.L. Mencken to the essential Basho and a modest attempt at creating a library of the classics. Paintings, in some places floor to ceiling, chronicled the developments and pinnacles of several movements; Olivia’s favorite being the Impressionists. For Morgan it was the Fauves.

Philodendrons, Boston Ferns, and Ficus trees gave the house the feeling of a jungle, especially at that moment in April of Dylan’s eighth year. And Dylan liked being eight, especially since today was Easter Sunday and they’d just returned from the annual Easter Egg Hunt.

The hunt was held around the imposing stone structure of the Presbyterian Church. The grass of the grounds was as green as Ireland and the spires of grey stone in the center of this was no less magnificent to the citizens of Goshen than the Eiffel Tower. It seemed that every kid in town was there if not every kid in the world and the hunt was alive with the same excitement as the classic foxhunts of old England. All of Dylan’s friends were there but today it was understood among them that it was every man for himself. There were only a few golden eggs to be found and golden eggs were not something one could share.

“All right,” Dylan said to Franklin and the boys as they awaited the whistle from Mayor Whittingham, “may the best man win.”

The whistle blew and they were off. Every squirrel in the vicinity dashed for points north, south, east, and west as the hordes descended on the trees, bushes, stones and benches around the church.

“Remember the Alamo!” one boy yelled as he made his way to the front of the pack and toward the thick shrubbery where it was guaranteed there’d be treasure. Dylan took a slower tack. He watched the crowd fan out over the grounds and then made note of the places being overlooked. He then systematically inspected each patch of bushes and stones the others had passed. In one he found a baseball, in another, a Yo-Yo. He was down to two patches now. His father, not understanding his plan, yelled, “Over here Dylan!” Dylan glanced at his father and smiled but continued toward his aim. In the first patch there was a bag of Jelly Beans “this is getting sweeter,” Dylan thought. From there he moved to the final patch. He saw, in the corner of his eye, another kid breaking away from the crowd. Dylan quickened his pace and made it to the spot just seconds before Skeeter Hanlon, the town bully. He felt his heart pounding out of his chest as he reached down through the bushes, pushed aside a stone, and wrapped his sweating hand around the Golden Egg. “It’s mine he thought. I’ve done it.”

Dylan turned toward the crowd looking for the Mayor. Dylan bolted in his direction, catching sight of his father as he ran. He held the egg up over his head and smiled. His father smiled back, then moved in the direction of the church, the mayor standing on a makeshift stage near the front door.

“You’ve done it young man,” said Mayor Whittingham, shaking Dylan’s hand, “now hang tight until the rest are done with their search, and I’ll present the Grand Prize.”

News of the discovery traveled fast and many of the children abandoned the hunt, leaving many treats undiscovered. A crowd gathered around the Mayor and a reverent hush came over the green lawn. As the Mayor extended his hand, Dylan stepped up to the stage and saw the eyes of all the kids he knew from Sunday School, and quite a few more. Mr. Whittingham broke the seal around the egg, removed a slip of paper, and read:

“The finder of this Golden Egg is entitled to anything priced up to $100.00 at Lippincott’s Toy Store”.

“Yes!,” Dylan exclaimed as his parents and Grandpa Felix made their way to the front of the crowd.

“You did it kid,” his father said, “you’re the man of the day.”

Lisa Marie Panagos Catches A Star @ The 7th Annual Hollywood F.A.M.E. Awards

LisaPanagos-comOn November 14th, 2013, Hollywood was all abuzz with a star-studded show at the Avalon Theater in Hollywood. Al Bowman, the Executive Producer and Founder of the Hollywood F.A.M.E. Awards and the LA Music Awards kicked off awards show season with a media-filled red carpet event. Lisa Panagos was presented with the 2013 Hollywood F.A.M.E. Award for Female Rising Star.

Celebrities receiving Hollywood F.A.M.E. awards this year included Director/ Producer Cass Warner (The Brothers Warner), actors Nathin Butler (General Hospital), Bill Blair (ARGO), and Ron Jeremy Hyatt (Ronin), actresses Leilani Sarelle (Basic instinct) and Meliani Paul (The Butterfly Effect), Grammy- nominated percussionist Victor Orlando (The Gap Band), music industry executive Steve Resnik, and legendary game show host and creator Wink Martindale (Tic-Tac-Dough).

“I was in amazing company at the 7th annual Hollywood F.A.M.E. awards, and feel so lucky to have won for Female Rising Star. I am so grateful to be recognized for my work in Music, Film and Television,” says Lisa. “It feels incredible when your hard work begins to pay off.” Other past HFA recipients include Brad Pitt, Sally Kirkland, Gwen Stefani, David Kershenbaum, and President Carter to name a few.

Legendary sportscaster Johnny Holliday (Washington Nationals, CBS, Voice of the Maryland Terrapins) endorsed Lisa for her talent as did Billboard-charting songwriter Alex Forbes (Don’t Rush Me, Too Turned On). Other congratulations came from prominent directors and celebrities in the industry such as Myrna Post (Publicist), director and coach to the stars Larry Moss (Million Dollar Baby),

Hillary Swank, Helen Hunt, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Larry Storch (F Troop).

Born and raised in Potomac, Md., Lisa had stars in her eyes as she trained diligently in her hometown before heading to NYC to pursue Broadway. After landing several roles in shows such as Annie Get Your Gun, Sophisticated Ladies, Jesus Christ Superstar, and West Side Story to name a few. Lisa made the transition to Hollywood seamlessly as she landed roles in Film, TV and simultaneously continued her recording career as a Singer-Songwriter- Producer.

This three-time award-winner at the LA Music Awards in 2012 and winner in 2013 at the Artists in Music Awards for Breakthrough Artist of the Year is now fresh off the stage from the Avalon Theater, having received a Hollywood F.A.M.E. award for Female Rising Star.

“Many thanks to all of my mentors, friends and fans who have helped me get to this point. Without you this would not have been possible. Thanks also to my parents, the late media mogul John Panagos and mother Mary Ann Panagos of Potomac, Maryland. It’s been a great journey and I’m looking forward to continuing to contribute to the entertainment business and striving to achieve more recognition.”

For more information about Lisa’s career visit her website www.lisapanagos.com. She is developing a line of products in addition to her music that are available on her website’s store. You can also find out more about her acting career at http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2166116.

Lisa is an active member of SAG-AFTRA and Actors Equity Association. She is also a 10 time award recipient from multiple U.S. and International organizations.

Ryo Utasato – Taking Us from One Part of the Globe to Another…

morgan_1293652923Ryo Utasato aka Ryo Utasato -Pike is a Japanese composer and singer/songwriter with a rich body of work that runs the gamut from electronica to ambient to world to rock and beyond. Being raised by parents who were both musicians themselves, Ryo has had no shortage of inspiration and has been creating music from a very young age. Her range of talent and unique experimental style is immediately striking and listening to one of her pieces will undoubtedly transport you to another place. Her soundtracks have appeared in a variety of film and TV, and she’s worked in such genres as sci-fi, drama, horror and action. Her work was also chosen for the theme of World Heritage series.

Ryo’s incredible musical sense combined with her genuine interest in world culture has opened her mind and pushed her to experiment with different types of sounds and instruments. Her music often features a mixture of seemingly contrasting sounds which collide at different points and produce unexpectedly moving results. On top of some of the more conventional instruments which Ryo has used in her music, she has also experimented with a number of others from different parts of the world such as the duduk (Armenia), the erhu (China) and the shamisen (Japan). The expanse and tremendous scale of her music is capable of taking us from one part of the globe to another, just by closing our eyes.

More: www.reverbnation.com/ryoutasato

The Blues & [Urban] Melodies of Ancient Hebrew Prayer…

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Nick Edelstein | Blues-Rock | Atlanta, GA

 

Nick was born in Deltona, FL when it was still a small town. The street he lived on was gravel. His class was the first to attend their elementary school, built when he was 4, the same year he began piano lessons. Today Nick is a multi-instrumentalist whose lyrics portray real, down-to-earth characters struggling to find themselves in a complex world. His songs have been radio-broadcast across 3 continents and used in video games, iPhone apps, films and marriage proposals! Nick’s first studio LP, Ripple, is about perspective and metamorphosis. Each song is a window into its characters’ Life journey.Live In 2007 pits fiery guitars against tight grooves and features some of Nick’s improvisation skills. His second studio LP, Year Of The Ox speaks about The Great Recession and the Chinese zodiac, Earth Ox. For more details and exclusive content, visit yearoftheox.info

Being classically trained on the piano gave Nick a strong foundation of Music Theory and aural skills, but he didn’t find his true love until he dusted off his dad’s 1960s archtop acoustic guitar.

Writing and performing his entire life, Nick loves the Blues: “I’ve played it all, but I always come back to the Blues.” He attributes his unique vocal melodies to recanting prayers in the synagogue and reading Torah. “Melodies of ancient Hebrew prayer, with their harmonic minors and Phrygian scales, are at once beautiful and haunting and definitely impacted my sense of harmony.”

Nick’s band has opened for international Blues acts such as Devon Allman, Francine Reed, Danny “Mudcat” Dudeck, and Joe Pitts. Nick is well-versed in many genres and has played with Barry Richman, Sonny Emory Sr., and Drivin’N’Cryin’ to name a few. Since his first “gig” in 1992, Nick has entertained some major audiences such as Atlanta’s Chastain Amphitheater, Dogwood Festival, Sweet Auburn Springfest, Great Atlanta Blues Festival, Bluesfest and more! Nick has appeared on many radio and TV stations including NPR and Comcast TV, and is endorsed by Holland Guitars.

With a large catalogue of original songs, film scores, and compositions, and a repertoire that stretches well past 500 “cover” songs, Nick continues to live and breathe music. He advocates environmental protection and awareness, and is active in national organizations like JFSJ and ONE Campaign.

Nick promotes education and is experienced in private & group instruction to students of all ages!

More: www.nickedelstein.com