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For the love of books

As being confined at my home, I have gone through my books now that I will (probably) have more time to read.
Next to my first poems published in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I, there it was the black luster of my graduation paper. In the both I have put my passion and toil, sweat and tears.
My graduation year was one of the worst, being squeezed under job worries, preparation for the Post graduate exams, completing my graduation paper and being caught in a troublesome web of love and pain.
While leafing through my thesis I couldn’t imagine how on earth I had the patience and fortitude to set off upon the journey of the Gods thorough the Victorian Age.
Must be the love for ideals, love for hope, love for Mythology, love for word-work that helped me swam under all worries aided only by the unicorn-blue sheen of the moon onto the leaves of that forlorn summer.

Presently, I am travelling the world with the help of a sack of books and I am rearranging memories upon their shelves.

Art – Kinuko Craft

Song of Spring

Song of Spring
written for the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I

Spring is a princess
without voice
only fingers
to mix colors
in the rainbows.

She’s got a vessel
for the softest fragrance
pressed in archives
in the Library of Scent…
There are plums
the cherries
and the blooms of vines
escalating
on the earth’s shelves…

Anyone who writes down
to Spring
is simply wasting
a leaf of scent.

No one is ever so poor
as not to write up
music
to all the shades of Spring
and to the dancing stars
to give a gift
of chaos…

© Iulia Halatz

…By the time I began reading the final third of the Anthology, I wished for respite from the unearthing of discontent and the unforgiving barrage of reality, even as it was sometimes cloaked in fantastical imagery. And a partial reprieve came in the form of odes to the seasons: “The Marigold of months has sure begun./Fling back the shutters and let down your Hair…” (Lois Linkens’ “the Yellow month”) and Spring has “a vessel/for the softest fragrance” (Iulia Halatz’s “Song of Spring”). – Mariah Voutilainen

Trapeze artist of the Pink Moon

“We are the masters
of two small islands:
One of carton trees
and hollowed plastic flowers
and One
where the moon lives.

In her eyes
the thawing vernal lights
Endure…”

– Iulia Halatz – From Trapeze artist of the Moon written for the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.
https://suddendenouement.com/2019/07/31/iulia-halatz-trapeze-artist-of-the-moon/

Amazing photo by Walter Dorsett Photography.
Walter Dorsett Photography

About Iulia Halatz
“Writing is an Iron Tale, must be tough and sincere to the core of human perception of pain as valor. I am the grumpy T-Rex who started writing out of pain, not because of a polished world. Writing out of love is painless and herbivore. As we sometimes taste blood, ours or others’. Nevertheless, some words are so expensive that we are better left with them unspoken or write them with the ink of a Ghost…” She is a teacher, small entrepreneur and cyclist.

Song of Spring

Song of Spring
by Iulia Halatz

Written for the Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

Spring is a princess
without voice
only fingers
to mix colors
in the rainbows.

She’s got a vessel
for the softest fragrance
pressed in archives
in the Library of Scent…
There are plums
the cherries
and the blooms of vines
escalating
on the earth’s shelves…

Anyone who writes down
to Spring
is simply wasting
a leaf of scent.

No one is ever so poor
as not to write up
music
to all the shades of Spring
and to the dancing stars
to give a gift
of chaos…

© Iulia Halatz

Art – Edwin Howland Blashfield – Spring scattering stars

“If your expectation is a slim volume of precise poems according to a clever little theme, you’ll be deeply disappointed by SD’s offering. Poetry at SD isn’t nice and tidy, it isn’t precise or easily categorized, nor does it intend to leave you peaceful. As Iulia Halatz says in her poem What Can I Give You?Not by blindness / we can reorder colors / but by the painting of a soul.” There is absolutely nothing here that is calm or apologetic, nor will any writer be careful with your sensibilities and spare you the brunt of their truth.” – excerpt from Candice Louisa Daquin’s review of the Anthology

Iulia Halatz “Trapeze Artist of the Moon”

Trapeze Artist of the Moon

“You are in the dark because you are trying too much” – Aldous Huxley

Olden song whispers
in my ear
Able to echo
over the dark milieu
Faint copy of the prudish light
carved in black and blue curlicue
Remotely feeding
the smallness of the evening

The grafter of the moon
loves as if
Love is green silk,
translucent mud
And confession
of slow springs

The whole world
sings in a lily-of-the-valley
Whose tongue is numbed
by the language of the night…
Spoken beauty is never true
It is the paleness of a memory
enlivened
in the protection
of the saffron mornings
Aided by ghosts,
cinders of fear
and abysses
found
While we walk
in ourselves…

The silvery evening
is an intensity
and an immensity.
You live as if
life is a dance
We’d live as if
life is a kiss
from flickering flames
mauve twilights
and festering wishes.
Tentative frosts
cover the shoots
of your dreams
with ice…

We are the masters
of two small islands:
One of carton trees
and hollowed plastic flowers
and One
where the moon lives.

In her eyes
the thawing vernal lights
Endure…

© Iulia Halatz

She says: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.

Guest Artist: Strange Dylan (_strange_dylan_)

Fantastic Guest Artist: Strange Dylan (_strange_dylan_) at Sudden Denouement Collective

https://suddendenouement.com/2019/08/02/guest-artist-strange-dylan-_strange_dylan_/

_strange_dylan_

David Lohrey “White Studies”

Let’s say that most of us flicker in silence, David Lohrey is one of the few who flickers in a roar.
Read his amazing piece on Sudden Denouement:

White Studies

Back from the seminar with ringing in my ears. Today,
a special session in learning to be offended. The teacher
is an empowered victim, an obese libertarian who spends
her afternoons at the Palm Springs hotel pool in a lace bikini.

[David Lohrey is from Memphis, where he grew up, and now lives in Tokyo, where he teaches and writes for local travel magazines. He graduated from UC Berkeley and then moved to LA where he lived for over 20 years.
Internationally, his poetry can be found in Otoliths, Stony Thursday Anthology, Sentinel Quarterly, and Tuck Magazine. In the US, recent poems have appeared in Poetry Circle, FRiGG, Obsidian, and Apogee Journal. His fiction can be read in Crack the Spine, Dodging the Rain, and Literally Stories.
David’s The Other Is Oneself, a study of 20th-century literature, was published in 2016, while his first collection of poetry, Machiavelli’s Backyard, was released in September 2017. He is a member of the Sudden Denouement Collective.]

Starlings – Jimmi Campkin

She told me; I want to tell you three things and I want you to shut up whilst I’m talking. Holding up a hand, she extended a finger as she counted. There’s a dream… a memory… and a verdict. They are connected, but I don’t know how.
Read more: https://suddendenouement.com/2019/07/20/starlings/

Jimmi Campkin
Writer, Photographer and creator of SANCTUARY I and SANCTUARY II
“It is a time of tons of verbiage, activity, consumption. Which condition is better for the world at large I will not venture to discuss. But I do know, that many of those who are driven to this life are desperately searching for those pockets of silence where we can all root and grow. We must all hope we find them” – Mark Rothko

ESP (Esprambles):”The black hole soul”

[Sudden Denouement is proud to announce that ESP (Esprambles) is now a member of the Sudden Denouement Collective. He is a powerful, unique voice and we are honored to call him one of our own.]

The black hole soul

Every sound, every act, every scene
is drowned by a sigh that still echoes
long after the hearts have broken,
https://suddendenouement.com/2019/07/25/esp-espramblesthe-black-hole-soul/

[ESP’s writing can be found on Esprambles.]