What of Art?
-It is a malady.
–Love?
-An Illusion.
–Religion?
-The fashionable substitute for Belief.
–You are a sceptic.
-Never! Scepticism is the beginning of Faith.
–What are you?
-To define is to limit.
– Oscar Wilde
Art by James R Eads.
Would you believe me
If I told you
The song playing in the other room
Just faint enough to be imperceptible
Will color your entire day
That it’s set your head askew…
https://erichmichaels.wordpress.com/2019/05/02/overlay/
Erich Michaels describes himself as “just trying to share the human experience.” He has a bachelor’s degree in creative writing, but find himself writing SOPs (lather, rinse, repeat) in order to make a living, which can be detrimental to the creative process. You can find him on the road to recovery at Erich Michaels. Every journey begins with a single step, right?
First of all, I would like to extend my gratitude to all my genuine followers who have supported my work in the best possible way over the years and so now I am thrilled to announce that my dear friend Kristiana and I are soon going to start our own collective OLIVE SKINS which is scheduled for June end. This collective will be a collection of all the brave voices out there which often go unheard by others. The aim is to take submissions about mental health, pain, abstract poems, and fiction.
https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/2019/05/26/call-for-submissions-olive-skin/
“That’s the place to get to-nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewhere, into our own nowhere.”
– D.H. Lawrence, Women in Love, 1920
Words get to-nowhere, but they come from Erehown (an anagram for Nowhere in Samuel Butler’s brilliant imagination). This book is not about an era when time was great and people small, but about a time when people were great. Still are…
Erehown is where now-words sound the same or better in 200 years time.
They get to nowhere because my words describe my feelings sieved thru the alphabet, or is it a syllabary? Just feeling in a heavy coat of letters and knowledge in two hundred years of green.
There is a story to it.
I graduated the Faculty of Letters in late 90s. I have a BA in English.
But the experience papers are full to the brim. One of them taught me basically everything I needed to know about writing.
A brilliant professor asked us to write an essay about the last part of Gulliver’s Travels (A Voyage to the Country of the Houyhnhnms). In doing so, he “drew” in a pie chart the trends in Philosophy (empiricism and rationalism) he wanted us to assess in our essays with a view to Part IV of Gulliver’s Travels.
Guess what? We embraced the old ways and produced a melting pot of traditional views on the topic. The essay was one step to sitting in the final exam, which we (already) failed.
Finally, we put our minds to it, accepted his brilliant vision and ‘learned to think anew”.
It is just an example of an inspired mistake that moved us forward.
Imagination doesn’t deal writing with an even hand. Your words must be true and woven on the steps others have built for you. It is unifying and putting things together. If I am not mistaken, this is Steve Jobs definition of creativity: “Creativity is just connecting things.”
Connect everything you know and love in a tale.
Connect the answers for “What do you love?” and “What are you good at?” in one single simple tale. It is fascinating how much you can learn about you, your skills, your abysses, your humanity that can be of help to others.
“By union the smallest states thrive. By discord the greatest are destroyed.” – Sallust
We write stories that unite – two people, two dreams, two companies at a time.
And guess what? I teach English in graphs (and tables).
We write stories to survive and sur-thrive. – www.seocopywriting.ro
Art by a powerful character who paints postmodern myths – Tatiana Kazakova.
© Iulia Halatz
Invincible artistry in Christine Ray‘s words on braveandrecklessblog.com:
“together they created a home for hope
a classic combination for deliciousness
riding the Darjeeling Express
they chose to
surrender to decay…”
https://braveandrecklessblog.com/2019/05/14/surrender-to-decay-2/
Christine E. Ray is an indie author and freelance editor who lives outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. You can read more of her work on her blog Brave and Reckless. The Myths of Girlhood is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble Online, and Book Depository.
Sudden Denouement’s New Writer Submissions will be open through May 23rd. We are asking for a sample of your writing. It doesn’t have to be unpublished, merely something that represents your voice as a writer. Does your writing style fit with Sudden Denouement? The term “divergent” literature is a loose one that means, first and foremost, that we are open to those voices to challenge the status quo, and we offer our writers a great deal of freedom.
https://suddendenouement.com/2019/05/16/sudden-denouement-new-writer-submissions-details-dates/
A year old poem written for the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective:
Stargiver
by Iulia Halatz
The stars that glisten
on October skies
are green
like water lamps.
I am plotting
a story for you…
Letters are meant
to be sent swirling
my brokenness cripples
my words.
I am silhouetted
letters can’t mix
I need another alphabet.
My alphabet of you
is made of syllables:
Sky
Why
Lie
Shy…
Do not despise
my syllabary
You have a tale
boiling in my chest…..
Once there was an olden boy
His heart grew on thistles
and faint grass
He followed the North Star
like moss
in the duplicated garden.
He told of journeys
in the heart of wind
and memorabilia
of small disasters…
Sparks of thysen
light my waterways
like glowworms
paths of fairies.
In dreams your glint
is stumped
bedeviled
by pink trees and cardboard flowers.
This is not your duplicated garden
it is my cardboard dominion.
There are rooms
For every room there is a wish
to grant.
The stars room gives
a Tomorrow
that you can touch.
The moon room gives
a Yesterday
no longer under
wraps and clothes
of Spring.
I am a crumpled picture
in a secret drawer
barred behind the sunset
creasing more
each dawn…
My picture captures
the beyond
of blossoms
and shy rains
of dew…
I am mine
continuously drawing light
on shady souls
smiling
forlorn
and glorious
In my stargiving…
© Iulia Halatz
Photo – Myrna Loy, 1926
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.
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
David Lohrey is the personification of Sudden Denouement.
The Crime of Understanding
He tells me Fashion has a purpose.
“You’re not against anything,” I say.This is part of the problem. People defend the end of the world, explain it, like they don’t care. Like if they understand it, they can control it.
https://suddendenouement.com/2019/05/11/in-otoliths-australia/
[David Lohrey is the author of Machiavelli’s Backyard from Sudden Denouement Publishing. He is also an editor for Sudden Denouement and a mentor for me personally – Jasper Kerkau]
All roads lead to Rome
and poetry
– Delmore Schwartz
All words lead to Love
And the poetry in the afterLove
I wish I wrote poems
For the dreamers of barren lands.
They do not go to Rome
They go to places
That cannot be.
Maybe love is a colorless, odorless
shapeless haze
We see through
with the eyes of
the bricked sky,
pathless oceans
walled shrubberies
streeted lunarian trails
breathing and tingling
scents
In the perfect nightmare
of flowers…
Vines reward our sun
with the sweetness
of grapes
wedded in perpetuity with
the linear shades of amber.
From the Good Place
Where joy is an illumination
To the Place that Cannot Be
They would have worn
The silver claw
of the Moon
above their heads
nightly
daily
musingly
vibrantly….
© Iulia Halatz
Art – Vincent van Gogh
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.