Pete's Poetry

Peter Liptak with coffee and laptop in Swakopmund, Namibia 2009
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Coffee and a Laptop: What other superpowers do you need?

Posted by Peter Liptak in Poetic Inspiration, Caffeinated Contemplations

Peter Liptak with coffee and laptop in Swakopmund, Namibia 2009

On Beginnings

Eleventh grade exposed me to an altogether different breed of educator; a man named Jon Rondesvedt, who bursting with enthusiasm for history, philosophy and the classics, issued us a challenge: turn in a typical paper or compose a poem. A daring dyslexic, I accepted…He beamed at my first foray, while his endless wonderawakened in me thatinescapable enthusiasm for the written word, thatlove of travel,and thatpassion forteaching.

Wanderlust came early in my imaginings, but a singular poem by Langston Hughes stirred my spirit to action. It was Dream Variation and much as Hughes had done in 1923, I struck out that summer, discovered languages and unexpected inspiration in unfamiliar cultures and odd little towns of Europe, found work in Freiberg, made my way to Matala…and found words in the languid stretch of sand, the leap from caved cliffs and that single demitasse of fine, unfiltered Greek coffee that was my respite each day. Since then, poetry has been my urge and my ache, my aspiration, my identity.

On Exile and Experience

Having earned my street cred in university as a preschool teacher, waiter, massage therapist, dishwasher & dance instructor, I determined that teaching was my ticket to the world, finished a TEFL certificate and moved abroad. 20 years as an expat has taught me much about language and about life.I found in Seoul a source of inspiration, linguistic and otherwise, and completed an MA in Korean Studies, exploringitshistory and poetry, while acting, teaching, copywriting and publishing through Exile Press.

As a traveler, I bring a catalog of stories to share; as a translator and sometime linguist, an outsiders understanding of the beauty and complexities of the English language;as a teacher, understanding of the classroom dynamic and an ability to inspire students;and as a publisher and constant creator, some real-world experience in the business of books. It is my hope that theseexperiences willallow me to contribute to the program and to my peers. Returningfrom self-imposed exile for a new journey of discovery-to poetry, to home, I’m excited by the prospect of penningnew projects.

On Poetry

Is poetry in the mind or in the heart? A journey of verse should take us somewhere unknown and yet somehow familiar, on a walk through the dark heart of words to the edge of truth, to the verge of vexation then back again, toa place newfound and fresh. Subscribingto the idea that,as Thoreau put it, “How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live,” I went out and experience the world. Now, combining thoseexperiences and a willingness totear down and rebuild my composition skills, makes this the time to begin. 

Though my workis largely lyrical, as an essentially self-taught poet, I tend to ramble and overreach inalliteration. I hopeto simplify and to uncover truths that will resonatewith readers from more experienced poets and fresh-minded peers,and to strengthen my narrative sense. 

Eager to immerse myself in a community of like-minded creators, I hope to help foster more interaction between writers, designers and even animators, by interweaving poetry with art and multimedia to reach those who otherwise might shrink away from the idea of poems on a page. Bringing poetry to the masses is something that I believe is far more achievable than most reckon.

Feel free to contact me to collaborate peter@exilepress()com

The origin of Moses

Posted by Peter Liptak in Poetic Inspiration, Poetry Explained

https://vimeo.com/141248176

The poem 'Moses' was in large part inspired by this particular scene of a graphic swine slaughter from the 1993 documentary "My Brother's Keeper," which coincided with a incident that happened to someone close to me.

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    Moments

    Posted by Peter Liptak in Poetic Inspiration, Letters

    Remember that battered piano room at the Student Union at ASU. The notes always a welcome lesson to the tune of the day. The moments seemed to linger like in no other place, in a darkened comfort from the desert sun they hung - musky in the air. Full and soft. Only a bit like the fine arts building just to the west - as dusk slowly descended, and that one student full of passion and sorrow practiced playing his heart’s jazz in a sax of sound echoing from the acoustics of the jutting sharp-edged building that seemed to emerge in response to such unknown systems of hidden machinery timed to rise in response, instant and invisible, just to hit that note’s point of perfection. I remember something of loneliness, some lingering bittersweet flavor – but the tender loveliness and passionate anguish of those moments magnificence will resonate forever in my memory.

    plaza

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    Sleepy Pete

    Posted by Peter Liptak in Poetic Inspiration

    Just found this and have no idea where it goes from there... so add if you will to the madness. Where will you take it? Post your thoughts below and add as you like - lets keep it going

    picture of Peter Liptak napping Getting some much needed laziness in

    .Sleepy Pete

    A tale of intrepid beginnings, a nap and a flowery bloom of sorts. A story that left little Pete a changed snoozer and plenty awake for the flight of fancy soon to come.

    One day, not so long ago but in a place, well not really a place (as our friends here were in transit – that means going from one place to another… and maybe even another after that), but anyway, somewhere not here but there and going somewhere not there but somewhere completely outside the neighborhood of our knowledge. Well, that day had begun without a night, or at least a night’s rest – for no one can stop the night, and so had taken our hero (that’s Pete) to the very edge of sleep, but not crossed over it’s welcome threshold into sweet silence and blissful slumber. This Pete, passing beyond tired, trudged out on an expedition, an epic journey, a trip, plain and simple…

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    The Poetry of Theft

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    The moment

    Posted by Peter Liptak in Poetic Inspiration

    "The most sublime is the moment of death."
    가장 숭고한 순간은 죽음

    -- is it strange that i like this quote?

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      Run

      Posted by Peter Liptak in Poetic Inspiration

      Run to find some part of yourself yet undiscovered.

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        A state of play

        Posted by Peter Liptak in Poetic Inspiration

        Entering a state of play
        What shall we do today?
        Join in some imaginative roughhousing,
        a flirtation of fancy,
        maybe a game... come out and play!

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        There is no pleasure
        in having nothing to do;
        the fun is in having lots to do
        and not doing it.
        - Mary Wilson Little

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        Twists & turns

        Posted by Peter Liptak in Poetic Inspiration

        Twists & turns: the road of life is rife with wrong ways bad days, hinderance & hurdle, on the way to what? The great abyss is before me...

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          By some magic of music

          Posted by Peter Liptak in Poetic Inspiration

          There's some magic in music,
          the way a tune can move,
          your mood altered in an instant;
          an express line to the soul of expression
          infecting with inspiration,
          subliminal and subconscious.

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          Epitaph epiphany

          Posted by Peter Liptak in Poetic Inspiration

          What inspired this poem was twofold: a wander through the woods near Killarney Lake where I discovered the gravestone referenced in the poem and the untimely death of a dear friend.

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          Delve into that dream. Whatever it is you dream of… it need not fade.

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          Delve into that dream

          Posted by Peter Liptak in Poetic Inspiration, Quotes

          Whatever it is you dream of… it need not fade.