The 'we' you find anywhere in my essays is the conventional editorial we, the we of most social commentary, the we that sets before it, as a rhetorical strategy, you and I, not solely the collective plural. I am not separate from you, another form of the I and thou we all need to understand … Continue reading We the Mask
[To be American or not to be American should be the principal question of democratic living for the world in the world but has become the rallying cry of corporate oligarchy around the world, the monied elite garnering more power, the powerful becoming richer and richer by the day, at an impossible to fathom exponential … Continue reading IN ITSELF AMERICAN [a fictional essay, revised]
via Police Shootings, 2018––the Black and White of the Washington Post Data
via Color by the Numbers; Race, Power and the People
Totalitarian Capitalist America––been saying so for decades . . .
Here from a Wikipedia article on INVERTED TOTALITARIANISM:
Comparison to classical totalitarian regimes
Inverted totalitarianism shares similarities with classical totalitarianism, like Nazi Germany. First of all, both regimes are totalitarian because they tend to dominate as much as possible. Both regimes use fear,preemptive wars and elite domination, but inverted and classical totalitarianism deviate in several important ways:
- Revolution – While the classical totalitarian regimes overthrew the established system, inverted totalitarianism instead exploits the legal and political constraints of the established democratic system and uses these constraints to defeat their original purpose.
- Government – Whereas the classical totalitarian government was an ordered, idealized and coordinated whole, inverted totalitarianism is a managed democracy which applies managerial skills to basic democratic political institutions.
- Propaganda and dissent – Although propaganda plays an essential role…
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From an April 20th 2018 post in NOW POLITICS
What if I were to present the following as fiction, perhaps what some might call flash fiction, for whatever reason or reasons you may consider, fiction being no less a bearer of truth than non-fiction.
Here is what I would say, write, in preface, although prefatory in placement only because I would likely write it after the fact of what I have written here in the bullets below?
In italics, is my after-word prefatorily placed for you then to decide if what is presented here as one or the other, fiction or non-fiction, is indeed what it purports to be, thus raising yet another question as to the veracity of the notion of Truth and whether fiction is a valid bearer of what we once called capital ‘T’ Truth, or whether that capitalization exists, or if fiction is a valid form of epistemology, which we could venture in further discussions:
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From March 30th, Now Politics
What was amazing to me at the beginning of the buying craze at the onset of the coming of CoVid 19 was that hand sanitizer was difficult to obtain, while bars of soap remained plentiful. Dish soap is still not difficult to get.
Are people using handsanitizer and not washing the common silverware as much as they should be washing their hands? Have people been relying on hand sanitizer rather than soap and water? It seems so.
But then every time I would go to the bathroom at the Met Opera, the New York City Ballet or at The Metropolitan Museum of Art, it was always amazing to me just how many people used the bathroom and left without washing their hands, or only nominally put their hands under water for what had to be no more than two seconds, at best, top end, no more than ten.
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A guest post by Carol Mavor, author ofBlack and Blue: The Bruising Passion of Camera Lucida, La Jetée, Sans soleil and Hiroshima mon amour (2012).
Alain Resnais has died, has vanished from the earth. The French filmmaker is known for his documentaries (including his 1955 Night and Fog on Nazi concentration camps) and feature films (including his 1959 Hiroshima mon amour, a film about making a film about Hiroshima, which is also a love story). Resnais has died on the heels of his friend and sometimes film collaborator Chris Marker (July 29, 1921-July 30, 2012). Resnias’s documentary film All the Memory of the World (1956), which turns the pages of memory as collected in the Bibliothèque Nationale, received assistance from Marker.All the Memory of the World follows a book, like the life of a man, like the telling of a story, from A to B:…
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Consensus, non-sensus . . . we can all disagree in this pseudo-democratic nation managed by power elites bent on keeping the masses semi-educated and semi-literate--but consensus in the end is the mandate. To disagree with mandated consensus is to become excommunicate and anathema, socially. If the President were Pope, I'd be excommunicate, I would have … Continue reading CONSENSUS, NONSENSUS
via Passing Thoughts on the Passing of Democracy in America [short fiction]
via Sarah Jeong's Re-contextualization; or, Clutching at (Cliche Constructed) Straws?
He was expelled from Cuba in 1980.
All good reading is re-reading. --something I used to say to my freshman composition classes when I was an adjunct with CUNY at several colleges I am preparing a return to a nearly long delayed re-read of Sterne's Tristram Shandy. That is my current narrative prose fiction. I am also planning a return trek through … Continue reading Notes on Reading
"In order to keep their sanity," Thomas said, "Russians from the Soviet Union had deep and serious discussions about serious and deep subjects. In order to save their lives, they orchestrated never reaching any serious conclusions," he said, he did, as you can read here, word-for-word, of course, everything herein is verbatim, no? You doubt … Continue reading A Few Opinions from the Life of Thomas Sarebbononnato [Short Fiction]
Without coffee, my morning is terrible, has become my cliche. To believe her bridge too classical, she insisted I should know . . . What was it that I should know about her, through her, not her, She becomes me in my mind–– I should look at the pictures painted on Greek … Continue reading A Journal Note [poem]
“Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who have never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words” Addie Bundren, As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner 1: A Space to Fill a Lack More to be, what I repeat is … Continue reading Theme in Variegation [3 poems]
I dream a dream where in the dream I have dreamed you are dreaming of having put away a dream for a rainy day, another time when Death might visit. I recall having reminded you that you had remembered having been told by someone I had never met that rain in a dream is a purgation image. It … Continue reading In the Name of the Dreamer
I look for you in my dreams, she says (he imagines). When aware, I walk in them alone, unaware . . . I persist in trying to reach out to touch you . . . all around me silhouettes moving about. I want no more than to find you waiting for me in my … Continue reading I LOOK FOR YOU IN MY DREAMS
Prefatory Remarks 'A' and 'the' are more than determiners, what we in English call the indefinite and definite articles . . . both of them are morphemes, smaller units of meaning as would be the -ly suffix in English, a derivational morpheme changing, for instance, the adjective 'true' to the adverb, 'truly.' An inquiry is … Continue reading A Representation of the Human
Strange Perfection Great idea--Restoration Period production . . . worked out on today's stage, which might resemble the Restoration Proscenium, but probably not the Elizabethan stage . . . if We were to do a play of Shakespeare's in a year, and move through successive ages, choosing representative productions, via production notes and texts … Continue reading Folger Library to do a Restoration Period Production of MACBETH
PUBLISHING AND CONTRIBUTING EDITOR, JAY V. RUVOLO https://issuu.com/thefallingleafreview/docs/the_falling_leaf_review__summer_201
What is Land's End? What does it signify, say, symbolize, mean? Land's End is not only the end of land at the edge of the sea, but the edge of everything we stand on. And we do stand on the edge, at the brink, the cup always over full, spilling over itself, of course, a … Continue reading Land’s End, by Jay Ruvolo
The Summer 2018 issue of The Falling Leaf Review is out. It is published on ISSUU.COM at issuu.com/thefallingleafreview. Poetry, Fiction and Photography, all by Jay Ruvolo. Jay Ruvolo is also the Publishing Editor.
The summer 2018 issue of The Falling Leaf Review has been published. It is available to read on line at http://issuu.com/thefallingleafreview. Soon, The Falling Leaf Review will be available for sale on ISSUU.COM.
Frank Anthony Monterose Jr. ("J.R." is simply a corruption of the Junior) is a native of Detroit, where he was born in 1927. He is not, however, a Detroiter by any other token than the accident of birth, for before he was old enough to talk, let alone blow a horn, he was transplanted by … Continue reading J.R. Monterose
"You know that I have always considered that literature and the arts pursue an aim independent of morality. Beauty of conception and style is enough for me. But this book, whose title (Fleurs du mal) says everything, is clad, as you will see, in a cold and sinister beauty. It was created with rage and … Continue reading Baudelaire On The Flowers of Evil
Words, English words, are full of echoes, of memories, of associations—naturally. They have been out and about, on people’s lips, in their houses, in the streets, in the fields, for so many centuries. And that is one of the chief difficulties in writing them today—that they are so stored with meanings, with memories, that they … Continue reading Woolf and Craftsmanship
[S]ummon all your courage, exert all your vigilance, invoke all the gifts that Nature has been induced to bestow. Then let your rhythmical sense wind itself in and out among men and women, omnibuses, sparrows—whatever come along the street—until it has strung them together in one harmonious whole. That perhaps is [the writer’s] task—to find … Continue reading Flaneuse Oblique; Va. Woolf and Advice to a Young Poet
The Falling Leaf Review, published on ISSUU.COM/thefallingleafreview has shifted its publication schedule. It is currently a Semi-annual published each Solstice. Look for it in the upcoming week. It is still a literary review with fiction, essays, poetry, commentary, photos and art. Publishing and Contributing Editor, Jay V. Ruvolo.
Why would any critic worth his intelligence, his aptitude, his acumen, want to belong to a school of criticism that would have him as one of its shining star members? How you receive personal criticism from another, let us say, a friend, or a colleague, perhaps a supervisor--this latter one you must always be wary … Continue reading Cultural Cholesterol [short fiction]
Paperback Book Details ISBN 9781939739889 90 pages $14.00 Poetry. Land's End is not only the end of land at the edge of the sea, but the brink of everything we stand on. It is a precipice, an opening of the abyss; it is everything primordial in living, thinking, remembering. Land's End is a first book … Continue reading LAND’S END, POEMS, by Jay Ruvolo
Septem, Octo, Novem, Decem. Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten in Latin. The last three letters forming the final syllable of all month names is -ber. Yes, Septem ber, Octo ber, Novem ber, Decem ber. Yes, October is consistent with September, November and December. So, there! All you Octemberists can stop it now.
Prefatory Remarks I'm with Virginia Woolf, she said. I have sometimes wished I could have met her, could;d have talked with her, could have read her manuscripts, as manuscripts, which I often find as exciting or sometimes even more exciting to read . . . to hold . . . to handle take from someone … Continue reading Feminology 101 [a Short Story]
What would it mean or could it mean, if I were to present this text as an excerpt taken from among papers found in a briefcase without identification, without any evidence by which we could ascribe authorship--thus the writer would remain unknown, except to those who insist they can tell gender by diction, by syntax, by … Continue reading Cross Dressing Genre [Short Fiction]
From the papers found on the desk of Thomas Sarebbononato by his nephew a week or more after the former's funeral during a summer when a lot of rain fell. [a fragment] The past is not past--should this be interrogative or declarative? Yet, by now or by then? Up until what? No! Moreover--of course! As a further … Continue reading Dark Box, Dark Room [short fiction]
This is the blog for ISSUU.COM/THEFALLINGLEAFREVIEW, currently published quarterly. The Falling Leaf Review at ISSUU.COM is a literary review publishing short fiction and non-fiction, poetry and photography. Jay V. Ruvolo is the Publishing and Contributing Editor. ISSUU.COM/THEFALLINGLEAFREVIEW
To be iconoclastic is to be narrow, to be far, far less than intelligent, astute, perceptive, sensitive. It allows us to remain inarticulate, unable to speak or write the complexities or contradictions of history. It is born of a reactionary politique to become reactionary politics--reactionary is not only Right Wing. It can and is in America also what calls … Continue reading ICONOCLASTIC IS REACTIONARY [short fiction]
From two and a half years ago
If I were another kind of man I might write an essay on blogging in my blog, or would it merely be a blog entry, and how do they differ, perhaps in the way a journal entry differs from an essay, even a personal essay–but then, aren’t journal entries personal essays of a kind, a different kind of personal essay than the literary varieties we have become used to, at least those we have called literary in our tradition of essay writing; and aren’t letters essays, but then, they too are different than blog entries thus themselves different from journal entries . . . what are we trying to say–it is we who are trying to say here, the reader completes the text? You, my hypocrite brothers and sisters. To be a blogger or not to be a blogger might be a question for another blogger to answer; I do…
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I began The Falling Leaf Review at issuu.com/thefallingleafreview in August 2016. I began with the idea of publishing it monthly, but soon switched to quarterly publication. The most recent issue was published almost two weeks ago as the Winter 2018 issue, a special edition sub-titled: CURRENTLY POLITICAL
Containing the poems in Mr. Ruvolo's Chapbook, SHADOWS. https://issuu.com/thefallingleafreview/docs/the_falling_leaf_review_summer_2017
Reading the Shelley biography, The Pursuit, by Richard Holmes. Comments to come.
I will be starting a blog on, about, in response to reading the letters of Vincent Van Gogh. It will be a separate blog.
Why is it difficult for me to write every day herein? I do not only write here or manage this. I have The Falling Leaf Review literary magazine at ISSUCOM; I also have several other website blogs in addition to this one, fallingleafreview.org, the blog for ISSU.COM/thefallingleafreview. There is The Poetry Review at poetryinreview.wordpress.com. There is Cultura at revue1.wordpress.com . … Continue reading More About Us
Anyone who imagines that kneeling during the Star Spangled Banner is Un-American is grossly mistaken. He or she, however, has just as much right to be wrong and express his wrong-headedness as every one of the NFL players do to kneel during the National Anthem. I used to not stand during it at sports arenas because it had far too much in common with scenes I remembered from Leni Riefenstahl’s Triumph of the Will.
I know what the flag means, what it symbolizes, what respect for it is; as I do for what was once a more organically defended politicized tradition in active democracy, something we have abandoned longer ago than too many of us are willing to admit or maybe just able to recognize. I wonder how many of those who call “UnAmerican” the NFL players who kneel during the National Anthem have read the essays of Madison, Hamilton…
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Donald Trump, he who twitters . . . does anyone recall what twittering used to mean? No? Ah! The sparrows twittered under the fire-escape building their nest on top of the cable box. The swallows came to roost twittering. Oh yes, to talk,perhaps, rapidly, and at length in a trivial way . . . this explains Trump. But then Twitter limits speech, does it not? But Trump does twitter away the Presidency on social media, twittering along the old-fashined meaning while limiting himself in the common meaning, yes, twittering on Twitter, double entendres intended. You do know that double entendre is not French, does not exist in French, is an English language pretense of creating meaning out of literally transposed words from one language into meaning something in another. More absurdity I could not find? This of course is not to say that all such occurrences are pretentious…
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I read an interesting article in The Seattle Times from May 2016, an article discussing Obama’s fight against economic inequality in America, a fight Obama never got as the credit he deserved for it from those who should applaud the appearance of liberal politics being played in any arena. But the author kept talking about taxes redistributed at the top to pay for the bottom, as with Obamacare, but as with Obamacare, people making 15000 a year are helped by people making 45000 dollars a year. These same people making 45K a year, if they are Caucasian, are called today by some people of color White, thus beneficiaries of White Privilege, so yes, lets increase their payments since 2014 by nearly 75%. Of course, doing this must be fair, must be just because it affects a great number of Caucasians, as it also does a great number of African Americans…
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The issue of Gay Marriage is not simply a social issue; it is not merely a legal one, nor is it a complex of both. Gay Marriage is a Human Rights issue and therefore is a philosophical issue. The issue of Gay Marriage--what? What about it? As alluded to above, I have reservations about calling … Continue reading A Few Notes on the Discussion of Gay Marriage
I remember. What do I remember as I am remembering? To remember or not to remember may or may not be to recollect; recollection something other than all the ways remembering becomes re-memory. Remembering may or may not be active; recollection cannot be passive. I remember thus I have remembered; what do I do, or … Continue reading Past Perfect [fiction]
An essay, by anonymous essayer, found on the subway by our Publishing and Contributing Editor. America! America! The God of the Hebrews shed his grace on thee? Where then did Christ go my Christian Brethren? If anyone needs to understand Protestant American Manifest Destiny here in the former territories of the United States set against … Continue reading Monkeys See, Legendary Heros Do [a fictional essay]
What is reading? It is not superficially skimming the pages, no; it is not this anymore than a best-seller is literary, irrespective of what it is that makes a best-seller sell best. What am I trying to say? I will just say what is in my mind--I have known too many people who were too … Continue reading What s Reading?
From November 27, 2016, nowpolitics.wordpress.com
You do know—and I am talking to my blue collar brothers from the past—that our gandfathers were liberal, and that if you supported New Deal programs initiated under Roosevelt and after until the present, if you have supported Social Security, if you have supported Unions, if anyone in your family were ever Teamsters or AFL-CIO or garment workers a hundred years ago in sweat shops in NYC, or supported the Democrats when Unions were their constituents . . . then Liberal is what you are. Clinton/Blair liberalism is neo-conservative liberalism; Bill, Obama and Hilary are all of them moderate Republicans in the 80s, and that’s Regan’s 80s. Please stop confusing and confounding issues and platforms and programs and policies . . . .
To imagine in your vanity that you stand with whom the Republicans really serve is madness. You must know this somewhere in that morass of feelings and…
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Source: Closet Conservatives
Source: Where Have You Gone Al Smith?
Source: Questions and Answers; a prose poem
Poetry. Land's End is not only the end of land at the edge of the sea, but the brink of everything we stand on. It is a precipice, an opening of the abyss; it is everything primordial in living, thinking, remembering. Land's End is a first book of poems by Jay Ruvolo. https://youtu.be/fZ8YgEYvm4w
Source: NOTES OF A NATIVE SON
WRESTLING WITH DEMONS; OR,
PANDEMONIUM IS NOW
A disclaimer. Why should I write one? You ask. My readers, my hypocrites. Here now on the ensuing pages please find a fictional essay; that is, an piece in the form of an essay set in a fictional context? Do I not know? Of a fictional essayer, the Expositor, who will remain unnamed, and unattached to me, the author, just as we are supposed to separate Henry Fielding from his Foundling, Tom Jones. I, the author, convey to you, the reader, the essay of a fictional expositor. That is all. Please understand it as such.
THE FLOWERS OF EVIL
HOW THE JACOBINS WILL RETURN
To understand the grossness of the oppression on the people of France by the Aristocracy, to get just how deep the resentment was felt, to know how profound the contempt for the Aristocrat had become and persisted…
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Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed. --Herman Melville