The earth is singing now. I can read and write this song as a poem – as a story, When I am walking in the dark The earth is in silence now – the silence is lovely and fresh. David Dephy was born on June 21, 1968. The New York based, trilingual Georgian/American poet, novelist, essayist, performer, multimedia artist, and painter is the author of eight novels, fifteen collections of verse, and three audio albums of poetry with orchestras and electronic bands. His short story “Before The End” was chosen for The Best European Fiction, edited by Aleksandar Hemon and published in the US by Dalkey Archive Press. His first book-length work in English, a novel All the World’s Mysteries, is forthcoming in fall 2019 from Mad Hat Press. He is the chosen Ambassador of Poetry by the Austrian worldwide brand Julius Meinl in Georgia. He also presented a live poetry/music event with Laurie Anderson, Yusef Komunyakaa, and Salman Rushdie at the Unterberg Poetry Center, 92nd Street Y. Dephy’s works have appeared in American literary magazines and have been anthologized in many collections of poetry and prose in the US, UK, Germany, Brazil, Ukraine, Georgia, Mexico, Portugal, and Romania. He is an active participant in the American and international poetry and artistic scenes, and the Bowery Poetry Club named him a “literature luminary.”
The Art of E-art-h
The song is colorful. I always hear this song
and I can sing this song with my heart beats
and I see this song as a painting.
I can paint it with my heart beats.
No pain – just calmness.
with my breath and my heart beats first.
Earth – the art of silence, the art of presentiment.
Earth – the art of sounds, the art of thirst.
No doubt – just belief.
and when I am walking in the light
and when I am walking in between
I feel the earth as my own twin. The air is my twin
and the water is my twin and the fire is my twin
and all the languages are my twins in the flesh.
The earth drinks people and plants and stones and oceans
and shadows and birds and stars and nebulas.
It drinks us and our love like a wine to stay alive
in order to forget, in order to
remember.About the Author