BY JEDIDIAH PASCHALL
Continuing a series called Into and Beyond the Apocalypse in conjunction with the release of my forthcoming novel, The Damned May Enter, which is set to be released on October 10, 2020 and is now available wherever you order books online (see links below): Amazon Barnes & Noble
Read MoreI am doing a series called Into and Beyond the Apocalypse in conjunction with the release of my forthcoming novel, The Damned May Enter, which is set to be released on October 10, 2020 and is now available wherever you order books online (see links below): To order The Damned May Enter click on the […]
Read MoreClaude Monet upended public opinion of what good art was well over a century ago. Monet had a different vision of the world. The world wasn’t just a real place to be captured by the artist’s brush. Monet’s courageous point of view saw the world as sacred, dynamic, connected, and full of light. To this […]
Read MoreIntroduction It might be narcissistically indulgent to provide an introduction for my own work, but I ask the reader to bear with me. Usually, I don’t try to offer much commentary on my poetry. However, Sketches for a Wasted Youth represents a certain crossroads for me as a Christian of the mystical persuasion […]
Read MoreThe first language of poetry is silence. All art begins with the imposing vacuum of the blank canvas. All music must spring forth from inaudible melodies. Before the truth of nature or the Divine can be grasped, the creative mind must be inclined to the vacant spaces. For one to discover meaning in shafts of […]
Read MoreIt is not the simple snapshots we have taken that are real… it is flux, it is change that is real. — Henri Bergson I. picture a moment of surf scattered sun poured in a bottle corked and sealed with wax carried on the tide bobbing about the constant current of time’s ceaseless flow […]
Read MoreView original post at Searching for Proust: Can Art Save us in a Time of Pandemic? ‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty’—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. John Keats – from “Ode on a Grecian Urn” In a time such as this when falconers have lost their falcons and […]
Read MoreCome now child, here now child, You with the clear eyes We will leave this valley floor and Ascend San Jacinto’s snowy heights Rising rose in twilight’s blushing glance. They say this peak was named for a boy Who defied an emperor and dying, deified – Joined the empyrean company clothed In the same […]
Read MoreThere are few poems in the English language as bone-chilling as WB Yeats’ “The Second Coming”. This year marks the century anniversary of a poem that captivated and terrified the modern world. One needn’t be familiar with Yeats’ Irish nationalism, Theosophical inclinations, or his occultism to gain entrance into his imagistic rendering of the collapse […]
Read MoreI first read these words in the basement level of a Chicago bookstore close to twenty years ago and I knew Lisel Mueller was a woman to be trusted: In Passing How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order to […]
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