"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti


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Thursday, October 22, 2015

R.E. Slater - A Soulful Solaris





Hang Massive - Once Again, 2011
(hang drum duo ) ( HD )
A Soulful Solaris
by R.E. Slater


Unbeing's ensnaring folds slip silently by
spanning vast churning emptied voids
filling tymphonous timelike strands
like so many aethereal filaments haunting
endless infinity's dread immortal hands
hollowed of praise but not of glory.

Heedless we rise to time's weary laments
unconsciously awakening body with soul
feeding frail spirits' spiritual hungers
too easily sated ruined pains and cheap wines
eucharist to gallowed death's spinning wheels
connecting nothingness to present hopelessness.

Refusing release to neverland's turbulent colors
painted on canvases rupturing prismatic dreams
swirling warily around aethers bursting with life
lived eons ago devoid burdensome burdens
affixed solaris' gentle rhythms wooing home
before toxic trances formed our hypnotic selves.

 A solaris promising deep glorious peace
against chafing ills presently bourne
become nether haven to worn spirits within
seeking soul's rest nigh long journey's trek
emptied of life but not of its stubborn will
nor of hope nor fairest love's bursting songs
sirens to life everlasting without start or end.
- R.E. Slater
October 22, 2015; rev. October 26, 2015

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