TIME AFTER TIME, Part 1; poem–REGRET: ONE MAN’S EPIC OF PAST FRIENDSHIP
19 Feb 2026 Leave a comment
From my poetry book LINES DRAWN AUTHENTIC: A Realized Man.
REGRET: ONE MAN’S EPIC OF PAST FRIENDSHIP
19 Feb 2026 Leave a comment
From my poetry book, LINES DRAWN AUTHENTIC: A Realized Man
MY MUSE
19 Feb 2026 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: art, books, poems, poetry, writing
MY MUSE is a hard taskmaster. Last summer, 2025, I just finished two books:
LINES DRAWN AUTHENTIC: A Realized Man
THE FOUR ELEMENTS: Seasons Bleeding into Existence
I thought it was time to relax and recuperate. The two books were 7 years in the making. But NO!
My Muse called me to start a new, original project: a Quest. I have studied much in Quest Literature of Medieval Europe–particularly the various cycles of the Holy Grail Quest. I read several Grail accounts from different authors–each story rather different. The most famous Grail story is in Sir Thomas Malory. Jessie Weston in the Early Modern Period theorized that the Grail Quest happened on the Astral Plane!
My Muse called me to write a greater Quest. The Human Quest we all go through: birth through maturity to the next plane of existence. I wanted this work to be truly collaborative–my words and a visual artist. They and I would collaborate on what this Quest looks like in art form.
It would be truly original. This was not a book in which my poems were illustrated by their pictures. It was as much a visual artist’s book as it was a writer’s book.
I spoke with a small number of visual artists. Some said they’d think about it. Others rejected it outright.
I just realized Tuesday night (last night) that I am in the midst of the project, and it’s going to be all me. I have four new poems recently completed. I have a mine of more already written to draw on. Fate is tumbling me into making my own visual Art for the book, also.
Last summer, I came up with the title:
“A QUEST THROUGH QUESTIONS OF TIME”
These missions are Destiny. It’s not like I can slough of not doing this. Circumstances are and I believe that they will make it manifest.
Currently, we see this as another picture book. Probably Trade Paperback. That will be 3 recent Art books.
ENIGMATIC DR DAVE ENTERPRISES, PRELUDED
I do music, too.
KEYBOARD ACCOMPANIST
18 Feb 2026 Leave a comment
When you are the Keyboard Accompanist, you are expected to be the whole band, single-handedly.
This Facebook link takes you to me being Accompanist for, SMOOTH OPERATOR–except there’s no one I’m accompanying!
WRITING AND PAUSING
15 Feb 2026 Leave a comment
Still working on URBAN SHAMAN, and still on the Alchemy Shaman part from a year ago. Except I don’t write in public now.
Hey, Sir Thomas Malory wrote the whole Morte DArthur in jail. Knights and whatnot were always getting captured and thrown “in thrall” if they sided with the “wrong” faction trying to overthrow the “right” faction.” That’s where we get our English word “enthral.” It means literally to be captured and held prisoner. Like love—there’s no way out; in honour of Valentines Day, yesterday.
ABOUT WORDS
13 Oct 2021 1 Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: existence, Facebook, friendship, love, poem, poetry, religion, soul, vaccines, words
Words.
The world words generate. Genesis.
Poesis.
I love the world I enter when I’m talking with Carol
The things Carol talks about are good things
Words are about things
Recently, Carol talked about how hard it is to practice The Principles
In the midst of arrangements for her father’s dementia
Carol talks about what makes her happy
Like the bobble-head that came with a ticket to a football game
Watching dancers two-step
The things Carol cares about are good things
Carol talks about what the good thing to do is
Like her health administrator friend, debating mandatory vaccines
Caring shapes itself into words
Words enter into conversations
I enter into conversations with words
Words I speak shape my soul into existence
I love to shape my soul through good words
In the world invoked by good words as if the genesis of Sacred Scripture
And so I love when Carol and I talk about good things
And shape the world into a place I love
I am a friend in all the world I meet
Though involvement with distasteful words strains my friendship
When I don’t love the words I speak, or hear
Words that shape me into a conversation distant from my soul
Not like the world I enter when I’m talking with Carol
The world of good things talking with Carol generates
Oh, the way I can slough through life
When there are good things I can do
Some days I have no will to do any good thing
Then I’ll start a few scales and the music seduces me
Into the fulness of hours without CNN or Facebook
Words are used in ways
Words are about things and words are active
Words do things
Intentionality generates word choice and contrives to render an effect
Rooted unmoveable in the good as who she is
Carol’s intentionality can’t but effect the good in me
Carol talks to me and tries to make me feel good
Carol makes me feel good, feel better, when I’m feeling bad
Feel better about myself when I doubtful about the good in me
Which is other than being OK with whatever
Feeling good is being brought into good regions of my soul
Those regions religion has brought me to love
Regions that fill my soul with the impulse to manifest what is good
So, I’ll be at the piano, write a sermon, compose a poem
|I love the world I enter when I talk with Carol
It is a good place to be, a place I love, a place of love
Carol and I are in love and it generates good words
For and to each other, generates the world our words make
WORDS AND MUSIC BY THE POET
15 Sep 2021 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: art, Hemingway, music, piano, poem, poetry, words
WORDS AND MUSIC BY THE POET
These words are taking me away from my piano
All art requires dedication, but music, a special dedication
Art gives grace to the human who decides to dedicate
A life, or even part of a life, to art
When I’m done with these words, I’ll be at the piano
Finding my way around the key of E
Alone, just me and the piano keys
When you make music, mind flows into body, maybe like dance,
Music involves you with inflexible laws of physics
Which become laws of the musician’s heart and soul and muscle memory
I write these words in a dive with Alternative Rock in the background
I glance at the waitress, the bartender, customers
As I manifest this poem into these words
And I am not alone—just me and these words
Hemingway wrote in La Closerie des Lilas for the same reason
None of this can happen when I am in the key of E
It is only the articulation of my fingers on certain select piano keys
No music can be in the background; the only music that is
I make
Writing poetry is closer to waking life than playing music is
We are immersed in words much of the day
Not so, the specific piano keys you must depress—and no others—in E
You must wrench yourself away from everything
When you come to the piano
That is why it is sometimes hard to practice
You don’t want to leave everything
Unless music is everything to you
And it is when you are playing
A spell overtakes you and the ecstasy
Makes you wonder later why you weren’t at the piano sooner
SEDUCTION
14 Sep 2021 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: bipolar, debt, education, liberal arts, manic, money, music, poem, poverty, sober
The day was seductive.
Maybe I felt too good.
You’re always second-guessing your mood
When you have bipolar disorder
I don’t think I’m manic
A day like today can make a guy think money doesn’t matter
That a life devoted to liberal arts is a good idea
Make you shrug off for a moment the debt you undertook
And you’re still paying on your education 27 years later,
That 17 years of your life in school, impoverished,
Did something good to your soul, and it is a good idea
To do something good to your soul
That jamming on keys with a blues guitar player all morning
And a walk in the park with a sober friend, talking
On a sunny, 75-degree day
Would make you feel so good you question whether you’re manic,
Forget that you’re years past due for a teeth cleaning
That you can’t get the root canal and a few crowns
And though your home is Canada, you used the remaining balance
On your American credit card to pay for your oil change
That just yesterday I went out for a cup of tea instead of breakfast
SOMETIMES IT COMES DOWN TO SCALES
23 Aug 2021 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: composing, language, neurosis, poem, poesis, poetry, recovery, sca;es, self-awareness, writing
Sometimes it just comes down to practicing scales
If you want to be good at playing music
There’s a lot of considerations in life, there’s things to get mad at,
There’s the examined life, self-awareness,
Outgrowing the script childhood wrote for you
But that won’t make you good at playing music
Your scales will be effortless, unless you’re swimming in all that
Then, you won’t get through one without mistakes, or a song
Your mind won’t be there, and it isn’t considerations that you’re playing
There’s a time when you have to let go, or work through it to peace
What good are considerations, self-awareness, spiritual growth
If you’re not going to do something that contributes to culture?
Like the NFL player said about that body-builder on my construction site
He was afraid the heavy lifting on the job would ruin his work-out
“What‘s the point of having muscles if you’re not going to use them?”
Unless we’re talking about soloing, or composing, or writing a poem
Then you’ll want considerations, the examined life, spiritual growth
Which are to poesis as scales are to a musician
I would say a good song or poem sings out of the human condition
An audience won’t like a song or a poem that they can’t hear
That doesn’t bespeak the human condition,
So poetry isn’t self-reflexive language; it’s a style of saying something
Poetry that’s just playing games with language won’t go very far
Nor is music but an arrangement of scales, rules, and theory, though it is
Miles Davis said to forget all that after you’ve learned it
These days, I’m not composing, though I still write poems, solo
So I can’t abandon considerations altogether
I’ve slept for 27 years, awoke atrophied, I have much to recover
So tonight, and for the next good while It just comes down to practicing scales
David Fekete 