Saturday, December 1, 2018

Gnome on Pig Productions


 The Republic of Dreams
and other essays

by

Gary Beck

For Immediate Release
 
From the previous published essays of New York author Gary Beck, comes The Republic of Dreams.

A collection of his best essays with concerns for modern world and its interaction with the government body that rules over it.

“A thought provoking collection for the modern age and future.”-Alexis Allinson

Makes connections with rare clarity about USA – The Wimpole Street Gazette

Justifiable criticism of the poet in our culture – Consciousness Literature and the Arts

Very Provocative – Poetic Matrix Press

The Republic of Dreams and other essays is a 287 page paperback with a retail price of $19.99 ISBN 9780359254255 also in a Kindle version for $4.99 published by Gnome on Pig Productions. Available now through all major retailers. For info or to request a review copy contact: 
alexisallinson@gnomeonpigproductions

 
 


hhttps://www.amazon.com/Republic-Dreams-Other-Essays-ebook/dp/B07KYWFQ4W/

Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director. He has 14 published chapbooks. His poetry collections include: Days of Destruction (Skive Press), Expectations (Rogue Scholars Press). Dawn in Cities, Assault on Nature, Songs of a Clerk, Civilized Ways, Displays, Perceptions, Fault Lines, Tremors, Perturbations, Rude Awakenings and The Remission of Order (Winter Goose Publishing). Conditioned Response (Nazar Look). Virtual Living (Thurston Howl Publications). Blossoms of Decay, Expectations and Blunt Force (Wordcatcher Publishing). His novels include: Flawed Connections (Black Rose Writing), Call to Valor and Crumbling Ramparts (Gnome on Pig Productions). Sudden Conflicts (Lillicat Publishers). Acts of Defiance, Flare Up and Still Defiant will be published by Wordcatcher Publishing. His short story collections include, A Glimpse of Youth (Sweatshoppe Publications). Now I Accuse and other stories (Winter Goose Publishing). Dogs Don’t Send Flowers and other stories (Wordcatcher Publishing). The Republic of Dreams and other essays (Gnome on Pig Productions). Feast or Famine & other plays will be published by Wordcatcher Publishing. His original plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes and Sophocles have been produced Off Broadway. His poetry, fiction and essays have appeared in hundreds of literary magazines. He lives in New York City.
 
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Friday, August 24, 2018











The Antigone Syndrome
How all is lost in a whim of fate.
Theater Musings







by









Gary Beck
garycbeck@yahoo.com
www.garycbeck.com
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© 2018




            A princess of the great house of Laius, that rules Thebes, has everything her world provides. Her parents, Oedipus and Jocasta, rule wisely and well. She is betrothed to Haemon, son of Creon, brother of Jocasta, the foremost lord in the land, after the king and princes, Eteocles and Polyneices.
            Antigone has wealth, luxury, position and love, until plague strikes Thebes. Oedipus sends for Tiresias, the blind prophet, who reluctantly reveals the plague is punishment for Oedipus' patricide and incest. Jocasta hangs herself in shame. Oedipus blinds himself and renounces the throne.
            Eteocles and Polyneices, one of whom will be  king, do not  seem to be overly distressed at the revelation that their father is their brother and their mother is their sister. They are powerful lords,  to be feared if provoked by public comment. They agree to alternate rulership and Eteocles rules first.
            Antigone and her fragile sister, Ismene, must live with the shame and humiliation of being offspring of incestuous parents. When they venture out of the palace, they feel the oppression of judgment by the people of the city, who do not dare confront them openly. The shame is unbearable, yet they must persevere, determined by their class and position. But Thebes is a small kingdom and everyone knows their dreadful story and awaits further disaster, which they believe will inevitably strike this cursed House.
            At the end of Eteocles agreed term of rulership, he refuses to vacate the throne. He banishes Polyneices, who returns with an army and besieges Thebes. The long suffering Thebans had endured the Sphinx killing anyone who entered or left the city, who couldn't answer the riddle: what walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon and three legs in the evening? Oedipus' answer, man, vanquished the Sphinx and freed the city. Then Thebes was ravaged by plague. Now war was devouring their children and loved ones in the struggle between two brothers for rulership.
            Antigone and Ismene were surely blamed for the woes inflicting the people, for it was the curse on their House that brought these horrors to Thebes.
            When Eteocles and Polyneices fought in single combat and killed each other, Creon, brother of Jocasta, became king. He proclaimed honorable burial rites for Eteocles, who defended his city, but exposure to the wild beasts for Polyneices, who attacked his city.
            Antigone went to Creon, surely a demeaning action for a former great princess to beg of her uncle, and asked permission to give burial rites to her brother, according to law and custom. Creon refused. She insisted it was her duty to give her brother burial rights, desperate to overcome her shame by performing the honorable ritual.
            Creon issued a proclamation:  'Anyone giving burial rites to Polyneices would be killed'.  Antigone left defiantly, asserting it was her duty to the gods to give her brother burial rites. Creon's son, Haemon, knowing how stubborn they both were, tried to intervene to save his betrothed, but Creon wouldn't listen.
            Antigone, driven to near madness by shame, gave Polyneices burial rites, perhaps seeking redemption in the hallowed ritual. Creon found out and had her buried alive. Haemon killed himself and Ismene went mad, thus tragically ending the rule of the House of Laius.
            Antigone, a woman of intelligence, beauty. breeding, had everything, then lost everything to cruel fate, which destroyed her for the sins of her father’s father. She was an innocent victim, who might have become a great queen, but became a tragic figure, a creature to be pitied, possibly admired by a few, for her death with honor. Yet it is reasonable to assume that Antigone could not live with the burden fate had placed on her and chose to die, rather then live with shame.
            The actress must create a complex role, but perform it simply, so the audience feels her anguish and pities her for her loss and suffering. Yet this is not a dramatic reenactment, nor the scholarly retelling of a myth. This is a passionate, soaring character, tormented by the horrible discovery of her parents relationship and her brothers’ death. She is noble, dignified, arrogant, righteous, tortured and prefers death to a life of shame. The actress must make the audience feel her character’s suffering, in order to sustain the intensity of the play.

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Acts of God

Let the Egyptians boil in the foam of their roiling
Red Soup, choke on goat bones, meet the wrath
— though, think about it:  They were just grunts,
doing the Man’s business.  Sometimes, the Hebrews
were the mercenaries.  This time, the Egyptians
were Chaldeans and Persians and, for all I know,
Prussians.

Moses walks into McDonald’s with Aaron and stutters
his order for a large f-f-f-fries.  Aaron rolls his eyes. 
“Take a breath, little brother, no rush. Sigh a moment
of peace.  God knows, you seared your hands wrestling
the bush, and your face, the ripples of your scars are
hard to look at.”

Miriam, the youngest, wanted to take that raw face
in her hands and fold it to her breasts as if to suckle
the sad, stunned boy inside.

God claims full measure.
​--​

Six distractions
during five dances by the Chicago Repertory Ballet

Mother sins. Women save.

The dance,
elegant clumsy thighs,
thick steel, smooth strength.

Mother thunder. Women meadow.

The dance,
sleek ancient,
buttocks beauty.

Mother stone. Women touch.

The dance,
shoulder, shoulder, shoulder,
blue pulse.

Mother shut. Women shout.

The dance,
long leg, long arm,
sinewed song.

Mother dark. Women shine.

The dance,
full-bodied Alleluia
and thanks be to God.

Mother fear.  Women hope.

---
Stone and flesh


Eternal, I stand dark before
boulder on boulder on
boulder on boulder, floor
to cave ceiling, voiceless
idol, her face the top, with
toddler brother’s hand in
mine —- our dread, our
yearning, our electricity too
frail to puncture her stone
skin and guts and mind and
heart, her vengeful glare
lighted by all the lights of the
Cosmos, blinding, one stealing
around to the next cave and
the same idol, and my brother
staying behind to bash his
skull all the days of his life
against the stern inert flesh.

---

Words and phrases from William Styron’s book about depression, highlighted in yellow by my brother several years before his suicide — a found poem*

wasn’t cheered by the festive occasion dank joylessness habitual pretense failure of alleviation laid low gloom crowding in excruciating near-paralysis maintain rosy view need day over shadows encroaching anxiety and dread demanding struggle obliterated any enjoyable response
close to actual pain drowning suffocation positive and active anguish immobilized trance of supreme discomfort helpless stupor full-time exhaustion almost measurably worse brownout ferocious inwardness immense distraction

guilt and self-condemnation absence of hope leaden and poisonous mood pattern of distress intensity and relief incomplete letup immediate upheaval nearly helpless a bullet through his brain

black despondency

melancholia howling tempest in the brain less zestful waiting to swoop down indifferent suffocating gloom aching solitude violent thoughts near paralysis sapped drained without savor absence of dreams death a daily presence think ceaselessly of oblivion

stretched on such a torture rack dependence a world soon obliterated full of anguish suffering crucifixion

an end to myself either course was torture inner convulsion despair beyond despair an irreversible decision oncoming disaster extinction inadequate apologies go out in silence numbly unresponsive some last gleam of sanity

only duty try to get well

the abyss mysterious in its coming still shaky

struck again grip of depression at its ghastliest unrealistic hopelessness genetic roots

a dark wood horror of depression only remedy behold the stars



*Words and phrases highlighted in a paperback edition of Styron’s Darkness Visible: A Memoir of Madness (Vintage). Each stanza is from a different chapter in the book.

Patrick T. Reardon


Monday, May 28, 2018


Kids in Florida

The Trials of Nuremberg
never slowed down the anguish
that man tried to pass on within a stepping stone
of dissociated guilt…
And if Buddha is your “thing”
Well then bow down to the chanting
harmony of want…

Do we ever climb into the space that
saves seventeen kids? Theorize what
agony is within our own little mind…

Prancing with false bravado…a
Twitter rant or faceboob comment about
how actors can play the role of deviant
political farce…
Then the sickening larva will
lick their glistening lips…looking
over the bodies of souls in camps or
step around the blood of a freshman band member…

Crying “the horror, the horror…” That was good
enough for Marlon Brando…but it could never
extinguish the rationalization of another, another
Pathetic look-away.

Dan Provost

Devout



At length

we are born to wonder…

My God is better

than yours—but,

in the end…the same place

will be dark…

Rancid…

Smelling of sweat.



Deep –we will think

for years, but settle

nothing…in failure

mode of whatever

sin may be in vogue

today…

Dan Provost

Jesus in the Garden

 Gethsemane…

You begged.

You failed.

Others have pleaded

on a smaller stage,

Maybe not with big

time consequences…

But tasted the poison too…

And they wanted to get out just

as much as you did…

When their sentence was announced

and the blood refused

to stop flowing…

All of you died…

Some with fanfare…

Others in fields in

the middle of nowhere…

Jesus…your morality is commendable

An unselfish spirt …

Who to some, was killed

for our sins…I just

know of others

who took the quiet

way out…No prayers

or books were written

about them…Some

pained faces, staring

into a faceless mirror…

Day after day after

day…

Dan Provost



Sunday, May 20, 2018

Rude Awakenings
A poetry collection by

Gary Beck

For Immediate Release
 
Can an artist achieve the American dream without compromising creativity? Can lovers navigate the search of their desires while mourning the loss of past connection? And if the disillusioned accept our world of empty promises, don’t we all lose when that fire burns out? Poet Gary Beck masterfully approaches serious questions of human integrity, as well as the small odd moments our realities may share, in his brilliant new collection, Rude Awakenings.
 
We love your poems – Orchards Poetry
 
Wonderful work – Panoplyzine
 
Imagery and emotion that felt unique yet universal – Paradise Review
Rude Awakenings is a 112 page poetry collection. Available in paperback with a retail price of $11.99. ISBN 1941058809, and a kindle edition for  $4.99. Published by Winter Goose Publishing. Available now through all major retailers. For information or to request a review copy, contact:
jessica@wintergoosepublishing.com
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1941058809

Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director, and as an art dealer when he couldn’t make a living in theater. He has 13 published chapbooks and 1 accepted for publication. His poetry collections include: Days of Destruction (Skive Press), Expectations (Rogue Scholars Press). Dawn in Cities, Assault on Nature, Songs of a Clerk, Civilized Ways, Displays, Perceptions, Fault Lines, Tremors, Perturbations and Rude Awakenings (Winter Goose Publishing). The Remission of Order will be published by Winter Goose Publishing. Conditioned Response (Nazar Look). Resonance (Dreaming Big Publications). Virtual Living (Thurston Howl Publications). Blossoms of Decay and Expectations (Wordcatcher Publishing). Blunt Force will be published by Wordcatcher Publishing. His novels include: Extreme Change (Cogwheel Press), Flawed Connections (Black Rose Writing), Call to Valor (Gnome on Pigs Productions) and Sudden Conflicts (Lillicat Publishers). State of Rage will be published by Rainy Day Reads Publishing, Crumbling Ramparts by Gnome on Pigs Productions and Acts of Defiance by Wordcatcher Publishing. His short story collections include, A Glimpse of Youth (Sweatshoppe Publications) and. Now I Accuse and other stories (Winter Goose Publishing). Dogs Don’t Send Flowers and other stories will be published by Wordcatcher Publishing. His original plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes and Sophocles have been produced Off Broadway. His poetry, fiction and essays have appeared in hundreds of literary magazines. He currently lives in New York City where he’ll be directing one of his plays.

Winter Goose Publishing is an independent publisher founded in 2011. We are a royalty-paying publisher dedicated to putting out the best literature in prose, poetry and art; covering a variety of genres. For more information go to: www.wintergoosepublishing.com