Raymond Gibson is a graduate of the creative writing MFA program at FAU. He won first place in the Florida Community College Press Association Magazine Competition of 2003 for best poem. His work can be found in Muse Thing: The Calliope Nerve Weblog, the May/June 2009 issue of Oak Bend Review, the Tiny Truths section of Creative Nonfiction #39, #41, #43, & #47 Nanoism 320, Three Line Poetry 5, The Loft's Writers' Block, the July/Aug. 2011 issue of THIS Literary Magazine, Sept. 2011 issue of Four and Twenty Poetry, V's Place, Squawk Back 47, BlastFace: A Hero's Magazine, the Spring/Summer 2012 issue of River Poets Journal, the April 2013 issue of Pirene's Fountain, and Rum Punch Press.
For lack of a musician's ear or photographer's eye, I play with the nebulous substance between those two arts: words.
The Invention of Morel by Adolfo Bioy Casares, Too Loud a Solitude by Bohumil Hrabal, Ficciones by Jorge Luis Borges, Paris Spleen by Charles Baudelaire, The Moving Target & The Lice by W. S. Merwin, Blindness by Jose Saramago, Collected Poems by Edwin Muir, The Keeper of Sheep by Alberto Caeiro, Residence on Earth by Pablo Neruda, Tao Te Ching by Lao Tsu, House of Incest by Anaïs Nin, Ariel by Sylvia Plath (ed. Ted Hughes), Voices by Antonio Porchia, Midsummer by Derek Walcott, Herakleitos and Diogenes trans. Guy Davenport, Pictures from Brueghel by William Carlos Williams, Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett, The Lover by Marguerite Duras, the haiku of Kobayashi Issa, Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger.
And nothing in human philosophy persists more strangely than the old belief that God is always on the side of those who have the most revolvers. —Sandburg, "A Revolver"
If the "public sector" can offer no solutions except locally, and barring any other viable "private sector" option, why run for "public" office at the "federal" level?
Die Rose ist ohne warum; sie blühet, weil sie blühet / The Rose is without 'why'; she blooms, because she blooms —Angelus Silesius
Thanks for the thoughtful and constructive comments on "Storms," Ray!
I am not interested in illustrating my time. A man's "time" limits him, it does not truly liberate him. Our age - it is one of science, of mechanism, of power and death. I see no point in adding to its mechanism of power and death. I see no point in adding to its mammoth arrogance the compliment of a graphic homage. —Clyfford Still
Money is human happiness in the abstract: he, then, who is no longer capable of enjoying human happiness in the concrete devotes his heart entirely to money. —Schopenhauer
The butterfly does not count years / but moments / and therefore has enough time. —Rabindranath Tagore
They were not mad the melancholics / They were conquered digested excluded / By the denseness of practical monsters —Paul Eluard from "From the Depths of the Abyss" trans. Marilyn Kallet
When the bird of sleep
thought to nest
in my eye
it saw the eyelashes
and flew away
for fear of nets.
—Abu Amir ibn al-Hammarah trans. Cola Franzen
Greed is a cannibal.
Hey, Ray! Thanks for reading and faving "Beyond Penderecki." I appreciate that.
Raymond thank you so much for writing me that you saw and liked my story in This magazine. I think they're doing a great job and was so happy to get a story in there.
When the war is over / We will be proud of course the air will be / Good for breathing at last / The water will have been improved the salmon / And the silence of heaven will migrate more perfectly / The dead will think the living are worth it we will know / Who we are / And we will all enlist again —W.S. Merwin
Anonymous writes the best ballads.
Raymond, you made an interesting comment on my poem Dark Country which I only just saw today. Thank you so much! Will check out that poet you mentioned.
enjoyed your collage, so i picked my way around your other work. good stuff man. dig the cut of your jib etc. heh.
keep it coming,
Hey, Raymond! Thanks for buying Wrench. I'm glad the publisher came through! Phew! Hope you enjoy it.
THIS Literary Magazine website will be back in a few days.
Since he is too young / To know the way, I would plead: / "Pray, accept this gift, / O Underworld messenger, / And bear the child pick-a-back." —Yamanoue no Okura trans. Babette Deutsch
Why do you write? Very good, very good, me too.
Once there was two duppies warming themselves over the fire. So one said to the other, “Cubba gwine to married.” The other one said, “Cubba gwine to married? She don’ have frock, she don’ have coat. Shove fire, gi’ me story!” —Jamaican Ghost Story
Raymond, thanks for the read and comment on "Silent Summer." I appreciate it.
Does anyone know if Lung Poetry Journal is still around, or has it gone defunct? There's been no word on its status since February of 2010. http://www.lungpoetry.com/index.html
Glad you're here!
Raymond, welcome. We look forward to reading your work.
Welcome to Fictionaut!
Hi Raymond. Take a look at the nano group for #cnftweet type things. And welcome!