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Red Door Issue #31 Featuring the art of Jessa Dupuis New titles by Red Press coming this spring 2023 I KNOW WOMEN by Ly de Angeles ............ pg. 15-16 VISUAL POETRY BY Sofia del Carmen Rodriguez Fernandez...... pg.17-18 THAT DAY ARRIVED In memory of Knud Sørensen By Michael Favala Goldman ...........................pg. 20-23 IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER By Martin Andersen.............................................pg. 30-31 POETRY .................................................pg.32-34 IN THIS ISSUE BY Dr.Alex Van Huynh Beatriz Seelaender Rey Fairburn Rose Menyon Heflin ART, FILM & MUSIC by: MEANWHILE, IN AUSTRALIA The Neon Rebel ...................................................pg.24-29 WHY YOU DON’T KNOW A THING ABOUT UKRAINIAN MUSIC By Olene Pohonchenkova ...............................pg.36-39 FEATURED ARTIST Jessa Dupuis .........................................................pg.40-45 The Poetic Phonotheque presents: New poetry films added to the collection: pg.46-52 (from the Nature & Culture - Poetry Film Festival) and more! www.reddoormagazine.com Pre-order your copy at www.reddoormagazine.com/shop
Red Door Issue #31
Featuring the art of Jessa Dupuis
New titles by Red Press coming this spring 2023
I KNOW WOMEN by Ly de Angeles ............ pg. 15-16
VISUAL POETRY BY
Sofia del Carmen Rodriguez Fernandez...... pg.17-18
THAT DAY ARRIVED
In memory of Knud Sørensen
By Michael Favala Goldman ...........................pg. 20-23
IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER
By Martin Andersen.............................................pg. 30-31
POETRY .................................................pg.32-34
IN THIS ISSUE BY
Dr.Alex Van Huynh
Beatriz Seelaender
Rey Fairburn
Rose Menyon Heflin
ART, FILM & MUSIC by:
MEANWHILE, IN AUSTRALIA
The Neon Rebel ...................................................pg.24-29
WHY YOU DON’T KNOW A THING
ABOUT UKRAINIAN MUSIC
By Olene Pohonchenkova ...............................pg.36-39
FEATURED ARTIST
Jessa Dupuis .........................................................pg.40-45
The Poetic Phonotheque presents:
New poetry films added to the collection: pg.46-52
(from the Nature & Culture - Poetry Film Festival)
and more!
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For the past two decades, Knud took daily<br />
walks to the fjord near his home, where<br />
he would sit on a bench and ‘receive’<br />
poems that he felt were waiting for him<br />
there. These walks resulted in collections<br />
of poetry nearly annually for the last<br />
years of his life, many of them conveying<br />
a sense of connection to nature and the<br />
fact of aging and mortality. These poems<br />
I selected from for the 2020 bi-lingual<br />
poetry book, New and Selected Poems of<br />
Knud Sørensen. You can check that out<br />
here: michaelfavalagoldman.com/books/<br />
knud-sorensen-new-and-selected-poems/<br />
Besides these two books, Knud’s<br />
poetry and prose also appeared in such<br />
esteemed pages as The Harvard Review,<br />
The Columbia Review and Rattle.<br />
be King of Sweden. But now I have a book<br />
for sale in the United States.”<br />
It was meaningful for Knud to have a<br />
connection outside of Denmark, and to<br />
have his writing translated. And I think it<br />
has been meaningful for his readers too. I<br />
imagine that other readers, as I have, find in<br />
his writing an awakened sense of valuing<br />
history and of our tenuous and bittersweet<br />
place in nature.<br />
When I learned of Knud’s death, I wrote<br />
the following poem in his honor, and the<br />
poem was read today at his funeral. I hope<br />
you will find in my words a bit of Knud’s<br />
spirit.<br />
Ære være hans minde.<br />
Knud kept careful track of his steps on his<br />
walks, tallying at least 8000 steps each<br />
day into his 90s, with the excess of 8000<br />
steps going towards his ‘bank,’ from which<br />
he carefully withdrew as his walks became<br />
shorter and less frequent. I have often<br />
wondered this past week how there is no<br />
one to receive the poems at the fjord now.<br />
Maybe someday someone new will come<br />
along to take up where Knud left off.<br />
One day I was visiting Knud, and we were<br />
getting ready to go out. It had rained<br />
earlier, and we were on the second floor<br />
of his house. As we were about to leave,<br />
I slipped past Knud to exit first, onto the<br />
little patio, which had quarry tile, as did<br />
the stairs down to the walk. The tile was so<br />
slippery my feet went right out from under<br />
me, and I nonchalantly grabbed the railing<br />
with both hands to keep from sliding down<br />
the stairs. I turned back to Knud without<br />
making a fuss, suggesting that we go<br />
through the door downstairs, since it was a<br />
bit slick. I have often thought back on that<br />
moment as the time I saved Knud’s life.<br />
As Knud’s poems become available in<br />
English, he and I performed together at<br />
his hometown library. It was a lively crowd.<br />
After the readings, an audience member<br />
asked Knud how it felt to be translated.<br />
This was late in his career, when Knud was<br />
88. Knud responded, “My father used to<br />
say, if you keep at it long enough, you can<br />
become King of Sweden. I never wanted to<br />
That Day Arrived<br />
for Knud Sørensen, 1928-2022<br />
We do not come from nowhere.<br />
There was someone here before us<br />
who planted seeds<br />
put down roots<br />
looked at the sky<br />
and tried to predict the future.<br />
It is so easy to forget<br />
or assume<br />
that everything starts now.<br />
We are all that came before,<br />
however shameful and joyful,<br />
which we may never live up to.<br />
The story is indelible,<br />
closer than our fingerprints<br />
we are constantly leaving<br />
on everything,<br />
barely a thought to the future,<br />
so caught up in now,<br />
until redeemed by a story.<br />
Knud was a storyteller.<br />
He knew<br />
when a narrative bears weight.<br />
Knud did not write for himself.<br />
He wrote for the story.<br />
He wrote for the timelessness<br />
in the story<br />
so that we would remember<br />
we are more than just this.<br />
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