Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

41. The Mother Of Disease 9/28/2017
42. The Myth Of Evolution Theory 9/30/2017
43. Missed Kisses 10/7/2017
44. The Autobiography Of Rainbow 10/10/2017
45. Haiku With Black Hole And Dogs 10/10/2017
46. Ignorance Does Not Hurt, Does It? 10/17/2017
47. Plutonium Alert 10/22/2017
48. Things Not To Talk About 10/23/2017
49. Utopian Fib 10/27/2017
50. Kristallnacht 10/30/2017
51. The Buddhist 10/30/2017
52. Haiku About Craving For Love 11/6/2017
53. Vanishing Love 11/13/2017
54. Only Three, Not Seven 11/15/2017
55. Snow Calendar In Tanka 11/17/2017
56. A Haiku On Poetry's Limits 11/17/2017
57. The Pillars Of Knowledge 11/17/2017
58. The Masks Of The Universe 11/20/2017
59. Medicine Endangers Your Health 11/24/2017
60. The Physics Of Love 11/25/2017
61. Abolish Ant Slavery! 11/27/2017
62. Haiku About Sunset With Snails 12/2/2017
63. Joker Jogger -Kacagó Kocogó - -English And Hungarian 12/7/2017
64. Obelisks (English And Chinese) 12/12/2017
65. A Chicken For Plato 12/13/2017
66. Nietzsche Is Dead 12/17/2017
67. Triangular Squares 12/22/2017
68. Inseparability 12/27/2017
69. Majdanek 12/28/2017
70. The Phone Call 1/1/2018
71. You Never Fail In Love 12/24/2017
72. A Haiku Awakens 1/12/2018
73. Sonnet To My Love 1/13/2018
74. I Dream The Dreams Of Shepherds 9/29/2011
75. My Life 9/29/2011
76. Talking Back To Parmenides 9/29/2011
77. Piano Tunes 9/29/2011
78. Slanted Eyes (Yeux Bridés) 9/29/2011
79. Fear 9/29/2011
80. For Miklós Radnóti 9/29/2011

Comments about Paul Hartal

  • Shoshana Rose Shoshana Rose (12/3/2015 7:31:00 AM)

    Hi Paul!
    Yes, I am still following you! 😄
    Shoshana

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  • Jason Brown Jason Brown (12/17/2012 7:20:00 PM)

    Your poems and the pictures - they truly inspire me. I like your take on Zeno's paradox very much - you
    capture the frustrating nature of it perfectly!

    Jason I. Brown, Professor
    Dalhousie University

  • Womenofchina Young (11/6/2012 7:30:00 PM)

    Dear Paul Hartal,
    Thanks for sharing your poem with us. Your exquisite writing has conveyed the pain and terror of the massacre in Nanjing very vividly. It was very much admired here at our office. Would it be okay for us to post your poem on our Facebook page or Twitter, attributing and linking it to you?
    We look forward to your reply.
    Best wishes,
    Jenny from womenofchina.cn

  • Simma Lieberman (11/1/2012 7:36:00 PM)

    The poems about Anne Frank, and Sobibor were almost 3 dimensional Your poetry and art is brain and heart stimulating.

  • Anat Tour (10/30/2012 7:26:00 PM)

    In the NEW HOPE INTERNATIONAL REVIEW (16/10/2006) , John Cartmel-Crossley, Fellow of the British Royal Society of Arts, writes:

    “For Paul Hartal the heart of poetry is the poetry of the heart, ” yet his oeuvre “transcends the realm of love and passion. His poetic sensibility balances dreamy emotion and discerning intellect, creative vision and insightful thought. His work is both serious and humorous, philosophical and surreal, formal and experimental.”

    “A very powerful poet, Paul Hartal inspires poets worldwide”, observes Tracy Repchuk, President of the Federation of Canadian Poets.

    About Paul Hartal’s LOVE POEMS: “Thought provoking verse”, by “an individual who evidently bridges the ‘two cultures’”, says Richard C. Levin, President of Yale University.

    On POSTMODERN LIGHT: “Renowned artist, poet and philosopher Paul Hartal consistently seeks the emotional core of the reader in his poetry”, writes Daniel Goldberg. However, in Postmodern Light: A Collection of Poetry, “his goal is transcendence — leaving behind the realms of love and passion for a whimsical and, at times, deadly serious journey through the realm of dreams and the intellect, through the spirit of creative vision and the potential for personal enlightenment” (Concordia University Magazine, Fall 2006) .

    Also an award-winning artist, the recipient of the Prix de Paris, in 1975 Paul Hartal published A MANIFESTO ON LYRICAL CONCEPTUALISM, a new element on the periodic table of art. “Lyco Art emphasizes the creative process as an interaction of emotion and intellect, where the passion of logic and the logic of passion are inexorably interwoven through the voyage of consciousness”.

    “This Canadian artist has ushered in a philosophy that proceeds with many layered viewpoints, an elaborate dialogue between paint and concept”, points out Elizabeth Exler in MANHATTAN ARTS (November-December 1992) .

    In MAZES FOR THE MIND (St. Martin’s Press) , renowned author Clifford A. Pickover writes: “Paul Hartal is an artist whose ideas, like his artwork, seem to span space and time.”

    In Hartal’s vision poetry and painting originate from the same primeval fountainhead of creativity. Forms are wordless verses and colors are sleeping poems on the artist’s palette, he says. The muses inspire and elevate by the same themes. The moon and the stars, for example, continue to enchant poets and artists alike. The cosmos fascinates him. For centuries, poets and artists portrayed the glories of the universe, depicted the wonders of distant travels. As a visionary artist of space exploration Space Week in 1994 invited Paul Hartal to exhibit his work at the Space Center in Houston.

Best Poem of Paul Hartal

Oranges And Grapes

Oranges and grapes refuse to grow in the cold.
Today I sing and dance, refuse to grow old.
Yet all the same, time is tyrant and ruthless,
Unfolds my wrinkling years, it is relentless.

Now and then the lots seem to be gentle and kind,
But alloyed with fate the somnambulist is blind.
Luck and fortuity might act as a soubrette,
Life spins our fate like roulette in a film set.

Still, let us drink to life, celebrate, and be glad,
Let us sing and dance today, refuse to be sad.
Oranges and grapes do not grow in the cold,
A warm wind ties ribbons to maple ...

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Cesarean Section

On a sunny day of Taurus
they cut her abdomen.
With stainless scalpels
the surgeons unlatched her uterus
and out of her slashed womb,
touching with their sterile gloves
the enigma of an enclosed but remote self,
they pulled out the boy crying,
covered with blood,

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