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Jack Azarch
USA
Jack Azarch by Richard Schiff '03
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Born in New Jersey in 1942, Jack attended grammar
school in North Bergen on the edge of the Hudson River, across from
Manhattan. He did high school in Cliffside Park High School and
college at Seton Hall University, from which he holds an MFA in
American Literature. Jack teaches Creative Writing to selected,
adjudicated junior and senior high school students in Howell, NJ and
Literary Classics at Monmouth University in Long Branch, NJ and at
Ocean County College in Toms River, NJ. Jack and his wife Jane now
reside in Neptune, NJ.
He was the Editor of The Bayley Review at Seton
Hall University from 1965-1967. Jack was the Editor In Chief of ISSUE:
A Journal of Art & Science NYC 1969-1973
In the early 60’s Jack was deep in the Jazz Scene
in NYC and spent much time with his friends in Greenwich Village, with
poets and painters. He was active in the Free Speech movement in the
early 60’s and went south with the Solidarity with Selma organization
that helped pass the civil rights act. He was anti Vietnam War as was
much of his generation. He was a chauffeur , a stock clerk, a batch
mixer in a Revlon Plant, an Advertising Executive, Radio producer,
poet, wine salesman, sommelier-non-utens from the Wine School at the
Top of the World Trade Center, a telemarketer and co novelist, to
mention a few of his talents. He is a book collector and avid photographer and has been
for over 30 years, having recorded all his travels, wnich were extensive in
that time.
Jack is a deeply religious man who opposes war in
all its sordid costumes, period and contemporary.
-Rich Schiff
lifelong pal |
BRAWLING FOR DOLLARS
Much sadness that absurdity rules—
Too Long!
The days lengthen while the depth
Of Darkness blackens the stillness.
How much the blindness of the Leaders
Darken the harmony of once Important Truths?
How long more will Silence Deafen?
How many Times can Cowards die?
Who or what can come to turn those
Whose minds are numbed by dull Delusion?
Power and Greed for their own pockets
Ignite their foul souls.
They frighten the Righteous,
Who have abandoned hope.
Perhaps, they merely rest before the Fray?
But They do not Speak;
They Are afraid
To let the shouts of Reason
Overcome the Stupid Evil
Who rule us now.
Nor did we ask for this!
We voted for the Other One—
Himself no shinning Knight’
But better far than the ONE
Who paid the Nine to close Their Eyes!
The Bushes rattle with war;
The Dicks are stiff with Resolution;
The HomeLand is Secure with Yellows,
Oranges, and Reds.
Ah Sanity, You have died among Them.
They are mad with Power and Greed,
And so sweep the muted cries
Of Reason
Beneath the fears of Shepard’s Flocks.
Where is the Burning Rage?
The Clarity of Light,
The past history of Truth’s Victories?
They are flung among the garbage heaps
By thugs and bullies of Oil;
They are crushed by the Soldiers of conquest and enslavement.
The small voices of Peace are drowned in their Chaos.
War is NEVER right—
And here less so.
The Brave and Young are sacrificed for Nothing!
They are the fodder and
The short sight
Of the Stupid Ones who Rule us.
Can these Jackasses of War be stopped?
Or are we Doomed
Because the Silent Remain so?
What Fears Shut their Tongues?
Is there no Strength in Truth?
Rise, Rise, You Minions of Peace
Demand the Engineers of War and Mayhem
Step aside.
The future is not bright
When darkened spirits sell their souls,
And hearts, and minds
To Oil the Pumps of Power and Greed and Dominance.
Rise, Rise You Minions of Truth!
The Armies of Stupidity and Darkness
Will defeat you if you don’t arise.
Rise You Minions of Right!
Shout the monsters down,
Rise and stop the Ogres of Destruction
Before they loose upon us all
The Death of Truth and Sanity and Peace.
They are the real Enemies—
Those who rule for oil and greed and power.
These Right are so very Wrong.
Absurdly So.
But Yet, Unchallenged They
Will win nothing but Destruction
And Disharmony.
Rise, Rise You Minions Left of Truth!
And Shout, Scream, Yell, Insist
They Stop it now;
Or all is lost, and no one wins.
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