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Poem
Apr.17.2013
  In the mountain of the valley of Huang Po I see velvet clouds caress the sky. The tall grass is ever straight and green; the birds that fly seem to go to the sea. The entire smallness of it all when we fight each other for a lesser thing than that which could be gained for more. Look not to the South if you are of the North; be not of the West if you be of...
Poem
Jul.27.2011
Brooklyn College Alumni Literary Review, Vol. 3, 1982, ISSN 0732-9709
  9/24/1979 Journals of to here and back A voyage of total reality which is not harmful in any way shape or form A conceptualization of being beyond God A door to open in and out at will But what is beyond God and why is it conceived as beyond our understanding Oh great mystery -- who says you exist I say no -- no mystery -- as man becomes more and more of God...
Poem
Jul.16.2011
Brooklyn College Alumni Literary Review, Vol. 3, 1982, ISSN 0732-9709
DISAVOWALS OF REASON by Stephen F. Kaufman 1/20/82   1 To avoid non-continuance of thought Because others before me have been Or not been has No bearing on my ability to do Without being simplistic It makes no difference to me Whether they did or they did not And here and now I make a wow   (This is the beginning of a major piece And cannot be based on...
Article
Mar.30.2011
Kinetics Magazine Nov/Dec 2012
  Kathryn: Mr. Kaufman, I have read your masterful book, Self-Revealization Acceptance. For our readers, I would like to start our conversation with the title…please explain the difference between self-realization and self-revealization. Stephen: There is a significant difference between Self-Revealization Acceptance and all other self-actualization...
Poem
Aug.29.2008
The Brooklyn College Alumni Literary Review #3, 1982, ISSN 0732-9709
                           I                 Whose the good guys? Whose the bad guys? awrightaready! Who knows! Who cares! What is meant by 'just' peace? Isn't it just peace? Under the bombs for so many years The French, The Chinese, The Americans white green blue black orange red Even pink I think The napalm stink Of burning bodies impressing the air with fear...