Biography of Eli Spivakovsky
Poetry is a way for me to share my emotional memory. It is my seal, my stamp, my proof that I have been paying some attention in life. Some of my favourite poetic subjects include: Sound, Digital technology, Geishas, Astronauts, Nature, Gypsies, Jews, Snow, Deceptive Athletes, and of course, Love.
I am inspired by mythology, symbology, mysticism such as Kabbalah, philosophy, angelology, literature, and film and any kind of creative thinking. As well as by my Grandfather, the pianist Jascha Spivakovsky and my Great Uncle, the violinist Tossy Spivakovsky. I also write short-stories, songs, do many kinds of visual art, and am the singer-songwriter and guitarist in the band Circa Aeon.
Recently, I was the first to note an over-looked cinematic allusion in Akira Kurosawa's masterpiece, 'Ran'.
I am also a perfume fanatic and will be making my first scent this year with Fleurage Perfumers.
I have previously been published in numerous blogs and have just self-published a collection of my work called 'Panacea'. I have also been published in 'Mad Hat' Journal, 'Edgar Allen Poet' Journal, 'Verandah' Journal, 'The Australian Jewish News - literary edition' and 'Sonic Boom' Journal.
You're welcome to share my poems as long as you give me author credit. I hope you will enjoy them and use them to make emotional memories for yourself as well.
Eli Spivakovsky's Works:
My book 'Panacea' is now available through Blurb.com or Amazon.com
Eli Spivakovsky Poems
Storm For A Storm
The snow freezes in the air The air itself doesn't freeze - that's called 'diamond dust' The snow actually stopped altogether mid-fall
Lushenko The World's Greatest Ice-Skater
Dudaim, they're Biblical: ‘Violets’ or ‘Mandrakes’.
The panacea of our love delineated at the hour of its rising the sparks in our eyes turned to waterdrops and we swam to each other.
My Andalusian Spanish Horse Boy That Europe wants cast from places too wet and damp that actual humans can't inhabit
Mikado, incommunicado, bathes in his same psalms. Dries with his own banner. Imperilised, his flower with its 10 lots of 80 petals. Golden morning, white and yellow bloom...
What If A Hummingbird Could Emerge From ...
What if a hummingbird could emerge from a cocoon fully formed and clingling to a vanilla plant
Kaastuene - A Short Narrative Poem Story
I found it in my bag, rolled up with a pink ribbon tied around it as if it were a gift. There, in my hotel room
Child prodigy, performed for royalty at the beginning of the century 1903 Considered the wunderkind
Corps Of Wet Doves
In the sun, the down on birds is luminous, In the daisyfields, parachutes capture the glow of summer like papillion nets breathing oxygen and light. Falling to earth, resuscitated by a strong breeze, they flutter in their whitest silk like
Dark Black Cherry Blossom
Have you seen the sparkle of the pavement light shining on the dark black cherry blossom branches as it rains at nighttime?
Corps Of Wet Doves
In the sun, the down on birds is luminous,
In the daisyfields, parachutes capture the glow of summer like papillion nets breathing oxygen and light.
Falling to earth, resuscitated by a strong breeze,
they flutter in their whitest silk like
an over-bloomed lily and call for more breeze
later still like
a late-blooming frangipani.
They are bridal canopies becoming sacronsanct