“Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary.”
– Cecil Beaton
Art photography by Cecil Beaton.
“I have named you queen.
There are taller than you, taller.
There are purer than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.
When you go through the streets
No one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
At the carpet of red gold
That you tread as you pass,
The nonexistent carpet.
And when you appear
All the rivers sound
In my body, bells
Shake the sky,
And a hymn fills the world.
Only you and I,
Only you and I, my love,
Listen to it.”
Pablo Neruda – Love Poems
Art by Olive Hockin.
Vicki Wilson, a strong new voice in the secret language at Sudden Denouement:
“The pause
It is the pause
Between heartbeats
Where I await the echo
To signal that it can beat again…
…that I can breathe again…”
Read the whole piece: https://suddendenouement.com/2019/06/07/guest-writer-vicki-wilson/
I am an amateur poet, published author and professional technical analyst… all of these things mean I basically solve puzzles for a living, and to keep from dying. I know this because I died once. Metaphorically. Six years of a slow death by industrialised decision making. In the end I was so numb to living I ceased to exist. But burn-out has a silver lining, you wake up and all you have left is steel and the rich black of sticky charcoal to make your mark. I am still learning how to hold a pen, how to form words into a living thing, but my scratchings are mine, they are made with the corpse of who I was. I offer them as evidence I exist.
I have recently published a children’s book – written and illustrated by myself – under the banner of dragonflypublishing. You can find me there writing my next one: https://www.facebook.com/dragonflypublishing.au.
Give your heart
but to whom
Shall desire.
Allow your joy
to be received
with greatest care
and tunes of innocence.
Strengthen the bond of yourselves
but to surpass
the nameless peril
of Deception.
Name the mirror
in which you catch
the single moment
of deep, ungrateful
Love.
© Iulia Halatz
(An old story from 2017)
Art by Dani Soon.
Sudden Denouement started a little over three years ago with a vision of creating a platform for divergent voices. We have grown tremendously and have been gifted with amazing talent from around the world. We are now soliciting submissions for new writers. If you are interested, please send a sample of your work, along with a short bio. We are interested in those who write poetry, short fiction, or any form that lends itself to the format.
If interested please send submissions to:
suddendenouement@gmail.com
I love words.
I cherish idioms, jargon, vernacular language. The most I love is Pan’s Labyrinth or treasure trove of word-work. Which firstly blind-numbs my eyes and mind. Then I have the eyesight of Argus and my mind channels the hands of Vulcan.
Art by Andrea Kowch.
Enthralling story by Brian J. Welch on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective
“… Those who watched loved nothing more than the entertainment that her kiss provided, something to break up their monotonous and feckless lives. The crowd saw only show. Louis, however, saw only her grace… and her neglect. He could see that although she stood tall and proud in the square, fulfilling her purpose, what she really needed was a few moments of tenderness…”
About the author: Currently, I live in Austin and work as a designer in the construction industry. I have an MFA in Studio Art from Mass College of Art and Design where I focused on books as conceptual art. I have since decided to try my hand at writing a few, though I have not yet been published.
“What would you do if you could do anything?”
Create my own Republic of Imagination. I wanna write and write to turn the straw of my existence into the gold that can be lived on.
The strange story is bold and wild. But it unlooses the witch-ink that turns straw into tangible possibilities.
If wishes were horses, then beggars might ride.
If wishes were words, then beggars would be writers…
Aren’t we all?
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Art by Marvin D. Cone.
I am delighted that some of my poems have been included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.
From Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon
What do you see when you look at night?
The kraken sleeping
in the murk
His thoughts
would change the color
of whom
he once abhorred.
The moon is faint
and builds
the hauberk
of bark
around the dark
with armatures
that are about
to conquer down
the light.
What do you see when you look at love?
Kraken kisses and embraces
of a woman of innocence
unwise, unadorned
untamed.
Slumbering in green tentacles
vividly electric
to pursue in night
unnumbered words
astray from his
wondrous grey
to host in the parlor
the Someone
they desired.
Her untamed soul
drags her love
like Simoom
grabs the grains of sand
in hurdles and pains.
We cannot step
outside love’s iron songs.
Its music
brings falter
in the bones.
It is the alphabet
that guides the waters
to stay together
and roar
North of the wind
glisten
South of the sun…
© Iulia Halatz
Art by Michael Hutter.
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.
