The Wolves of Midwinter

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The Wolf Gift Countdown:

Anne Rice "Wolf Gift" Signing in Philly: A Real Upcoming Event!!

          Philly has often been overlooked by publishers when book tours of any kind are formed. The reason for this could possibly lie with Philly's proximity to New York where most book tours commence. I couldn't believe my eyes several days ago when seeing for myself that the signing that I had hypothetically written about a few weeks ago   had become a very real thing. Part of me wondered if my post had any influence on the decision to have the Philly signing occur on the official release date of "The Wolf Gift." Hopefully, I'm not being boastful in any way, but there is definitely a chance that some individuals connected with Anne Rice's publisher might have very well read that post, and have been inspired to plan a signing at the very location that I suggested. Then again, the Philadelphia Free Library has had a slew of several famous writers as it is the main venue for book-signings within the city.

Anyways, for all Philly residents, this is very exciting news either way!! If you live within the area, and happen to be an Anne Rice fan, I implore you to consider attending the signing because it will be worth the admittance price to meet such a talent.

Here are the details for the signing, taken from the Free Library of Philadelphia site:
Date and Time: Tuesday, February 14, 2011 at 7: 30pm.
Prices: 7 dollars for Students, and 15 dollars: General Admission.
Additionally, tickets go on sale January 12, 2012 at 10 am.

By the way, another new post will appear tomorrow that will relate with the ongoing discussion about "death" that reappears within Anne Rice's books. How does this relate with the mummies? Why were the Egyptians so fastidious when embalming bodies and preserving them in the hopes that they'd properly enter the afterlife? What does their idea of the afterlife consist of? How does it differ from our Mainstream ideas?

"The Wolf Gift" Countdown:

Mummy Month Part 1:

Review of Anne Rice's "The Mummy"

Nearly all Anne Rice's books are seemingly conventional though she usually employs unconventional elements, philosophical concepts, and colorful characters to differentiate the story from other novels that feature witches, vampires, mummies, etc. Anne Rice's "The Mummy," or Ramses the Damned follows this same formula and thus might appear formulaic if you're familiar with her novels. In actuality, this novel contains its own unique paradigm with different types of characters and far more action sequences than "Interview with the Vampire." In many ways, this novel is stylistically similar to  "The Tale of the Body Thief" where there were many more fast-paced action sequences than the usual Anne Rice book which are primarily filled with  dialogue and descriptions that focus partially on the sensual details of her fictitious worlds, or philosophical questions. This isn't a criticism necessarily.These are the most rewarding elements that make her novels stand apart from other books.

    From the beginning, the novel begins with the momentous discovery of Ramses the Damned's tomb. The main archaeologist, behind this discovery, happens to find written evidence that Ramses might have lived during Cleopatra's reign. Using meticulously researched historical facts, Anne Rice crafts a story that hypothetically explores the idea of the "mummy" of a famous pharaoh being an immortal. During this rather interesting beginning sequence, Anne Rice also constructs the template from which the 400-page novel will follow. Whether she outlines or not, the scene works perfectly as an effective beginning sequence that captures the reader's attention because it is staged to stir questions in our minds. Interestingly, we are vicariously discovering these archaeological finds which makes us raise some of the same questions that some of the characters form about these odd archaeological findings: How could Ramses have been able to live past his alleged death? Where is the irrefutable proof behind this?

After the beginning, the novel becomes very rapidly paced as more elements of the story are slowly unraveled. Using a mummy analogy, the mummy's white linen much like the story itself is slowly unwrapped till we behold the whole story which still elicits questions even when we finally come upon the resolution.  Another effective element within Anne Rice's novels, especially "The Mummy," lies with her ability to incorporate exposition without hindering the flow of the story. Some writers tend to inundate the reader with meaningless exposition whereas Anne Rice, and several other writers with similar talent (Madeleine L'Engle, Margaret Atwood,etc.) artfully place the exposition in places which bolster the quality of the story rather than make the exposition appear too contrived. Perhaps, the reason behind this lies with the ability for these writers to focus more upon "showing" us the story that unfolds in their mind rather than forcefully pull together something mainly for financial compensation.

One of the drawbacks of the novel though for me was the way Julie Stratford, one of the main female characters within the stories, partly disappears from the second part of the story as if she was only an important force within the first part of the story. During the first half, Julie Stratford remains one of Anne Rice's more dynamic female characters who is an active participant during this segment of the story. Towards the end, she seems to slowly fade into the background and thus loses the capacity for further development. Perhaps, the reason for this lies behind a greater focus on another female character (whose name will not be revealed due to my anti-spoiler policy). Or, Anne Rice unconsciously focused more upon the characters who were integral to the main plot though I thought Julie Stratford was a fairly important piece to the novel. She seems to be eclipsed by that other female character "whose name, again is "She who shall not be known.. spoilers."

Overall, I loved the recurrent philosophical discussions about "death," and how the inevitability of death shapes our lives. Would immortality have a greater ability to grant us more time to create more meaning? Or does the longevity of our lives only contribute to the overweening melancholy that occasionally fills our lives? Anne Rice's novels has always been about escaping the imminent nihilism that floods our lives. Her vampires metaphorically depend upon "human blood" or vitality to sate our hungry spirit that earnestly searches for meaning. Her mummies are no different: They need a myriad number of pleasures to imbue them with satisfaction that eliminates the moroseness of an unfulfilled life spent reflecting upon the possibility that life itself might be overwhelmingly purposeless. All Anne Rice's books are illustrative of this necessity to live a purposeful existence to purge this fear that can leave us as comatose as Louis in "Interview with the Vampire" because he refused himself those carnal pleasures that might have kept him divided from the dark thoughts of existence.

Overall, this book has a frenetic pace and it is very well structured! It comes highly recommended as a book to savor while waiting impatiently for "The Wolf Gift:" It's coming out Feb. 14, 2012!!!!! That is a little less than two months from now.

Thursday, December 01, 2011

TOR/Macmillian features Madeleine L'Engle Reread Series!

     Right now, there is ongoing discussion about several Madeleine L'Engle titles. As of now, there are two posts dedicated to Camilla and Both were Young. I highly recommend for people to read these posts especially if you happen to be a fan of Madeleine L'Engle's works as I am. Sometime in March, due to the anniversary of "Wrinkle In Time, I'll have a number of comprehensive posts in celebration of this momentous occasion.

A Ring of Endless Light Review:

The earth will never be the same again.
Rock, water, tree, iron share this grief
As distant stars participate in pain.
A candle snuffed, a falling star or leaf,
A dolphin death, O this particular loss
Is Heaven-mourned; for if no angel cried,
If this small one was tossed away as dross,
The very galaxies then would have lied.
How shall we sing our love's song now
In this strange land where all are born to die?
Each tree and leaf and star show how
The universe is part of this one cry,
That every life is noted and cherished,
And nothing loved is ever lost or perished. (p. 166)

As evidenced in the poem above, Madeleine L’Engle was definitely endowed with a true gift of writing lucidly and poetically. Also, she brought much desired depth and artistic ambiguity to the world of Christian fiction that often suffers from being didactic. To be fair, many writers from different religious and ideological backgrounds struggle with this problem. Often, our insular worldview presents itself as a preachy voice that is jarring to the flow of any story that we set out to write. It takes a while for many writers to overcome these problems and focus entirely on the shaping of deeply complex human characters who are never superficial. One of the greatest examples of a writer who could naturally fit their ethical message into the framework of the story was Charles Dickens and his wonderful novel, Hard Times. In that, we see proof that its possible for an ethical message to be intertwined with the content of the story in a way that is natural and seamless.

  Madeleine L’Engle always incorporates her Christian worldview into her novels in a way that greatly enhances her work. As an agnostic or seeker who has no definitive views on religion, I find the Christian message of hers to be very nuanced. It is not Christian in the way we often see it being poorly represented by fundamentalist groups. Madeleine L’Engle instead focuses on the sacred mystery of God rather than the God of certitude and firm belief. Her God often makes us feel healthfully doubtful more than feel tritely fullfilled. It is this intellectual humility present in her spiritual beliefs that often did not make me feel uncomfortable. Instead, the humility of her writing focuses more on the universal struggle for meaning rather than a struggle exclusive to Christianity. Remarkably, St. Augustine often depicted all people, regardless of religion, as struggling to follow the good intentions of their soul rather than the bad intentions. We are all meaning-seeking creatures.

       In Ring of Endless Light, there are no silly arbitrary classifications between Christian, atheist, and agnostic. Instead, Madeleine L’Engle presents a world with humans who are valiantly struggling to comprehend this chaotic world that we’ve miraculously find ourselves in. Vicky Austin, the main female voice of the story, represents the most inquisitive individual of the story.  Recently, the reality of death is threatening her tidy worldview. Fascinatingly, Vicky has three guys who are vying for her attention. The father to one of them had recently died when rescuing Zack, the atheistic voice of the story. On the other hand, Adam portrays the openness of the world of nature. Adam struggles with all the same existentialistic questions that plague Vicky’s artistic mind. Yet, he studies the dolphins and tries to see how they come to grips with death.

  Many Christian books never appear to present the true difficulties that plague human existence. Except, many of these struggles over doubt and depression seem to vanish once someone is “born again.” Madeleine L’Engle’s books never end the lifelong struggle of trying to comprehend the world and God. If anything, our relationship with God is never static. It is always evolving. In “Ring of Endless Light,” we are given the far more artful portrait of this struggle. There are no clear answers. Within Ring of Endless Light, we are instead given the opportunity to accept the fact that our doubts or thoughts revolving around the divine are never settled. They are merely the dynamics of this existence within a world that is so vast and incomprehensible.

      There is a rich subtlety and silence within many parts of this book. One of my favorite character was Vicky Austin’s grandfather who represents the epitome of a good minister. Her grandfather refuses to define God or have his faith hinge on a certain litany of beliefs. Instead, her grandfather’s spiritual belief represents the wisest form of spirituality that accepts the mystery and finds solace in the search for theoretical answers to those big questions. In Vicky’s world, spirituality can be constrained by religious legalism and even rigid atheism. By condensing the spiritual search to a  “Yes” or “No,” question about whether or not he/she/ it “exists,” we are greatly denying our place in the universe. We are a mote of dust that contains a lot of depth. If we fail to understand others adequately, How can we be so  confident about what or who God is?It is our greatest pitfall that limits our ability to see the “ring of endless light” hiding beneath the fabric of the supposed  meaningless universe. Like Shakespeare, Madeleine L’Engle’s way of showing us God is not by telling us about God, but showing us a reflection of our difficult lives where we are constantly wrestling with these complicated matters about "Why we are even here?" "Does death equal dissolution into nothingness?" We don't just have certain recycled answers that we're always complacent with. Lately, it seems like that is all that people do at church: Find complacency in easy beliefs to insure we're going to heaven. Yet, How can we ever be so certain in a universe so much bigger than ourselves?

         To me, this book is the pinnacle of Madeleine L’Engle’s literary successes that masterfully evokes the experience of the universal search for meaning within this world. All aspiring writers should read Madeleine L’Engle to learn the art of creating stories that grant us an emotional experience rather than give us direct answers about things we cannot possibly fathom.  

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Senseless Violence

The sound of gunshots pierced my ears-
Jarred me
I was permanently sleepless as long
As this cruel rhythm sounded incessantly
Through this wasteland of bodies
Piled carelessly about me

As I near my death, 
I prayed to God for mercy
While others prayed for the deaths of the supposed enemy...
One cries aloud:
"Oh God, I beseech you to spare me.."
Another screams aloud for the courage to 
Blow their enemy to smithereens...
Another solider with two fatal wounds regretfully 
Prays to no one
He only fantasizes one last time 
About that wife that he might never see again

Why were we sent here?
From the age of two, I was bred
On the notion of warfare
Being the epitome of the glorified man
Wouldn't Jesus be proud that I killed countless people
Without any discretion or any reflection
Upon their individual depth?
I believed blindly in this violent purpose for myself
I convinced myself that they were the enemy-

Kill, or be Killed-
That was really the edict of this land
My commander instructed me that this was God 's work-
Except, that holy book
Vaguely stated that murder was wrong
I was deluded by new theology of course
Spoken in the gruff sincerity of God's elect

As my comrades around me slowly bleed to death,
I could only proclaim:
"Go to hell, God!"
God was probably already there
-Condemned by his own followers to perdition

How could anyone sent
Into the blistering nightmare of war
Of war clutch such contradictory truths?
Was this it? I had to blindly believe
Just to reconcile this violence
In such a contrived way

Senseless.... Oh Lord,
This obligatory violence in my life is senseless
All around me, there is no healing
Just blood and torn limbs
Of all your broken soldiers
We thought we were the pawns of you
But really, we are the slaves of man
If you're there, save us from this unholy mess
For we are being skewered 
In Jesus's name, 

An Assassin's Lament

Love poems are always stuffed
Full of "Bloody" Romantic Melodrama
That is so nauseating
To the extent where the erotic touch wanes
Whereupon the romance suddenly
Transforms into something wretched-
Utter Vermin

How do I love? 
With this murderous streak thundering through my mind
Its an uncontrollable desire that overtakes
And asserts its indomitable will
Murder satiates
Its my gory output 
That has no sensual overtones

Though, that same tingle of warmth
Coils around my nerves
When I hear that pained groan
Attempting to escape their body's
Ultimate submission into death-
That scream:-
-Oh, that woeful, plaintive scream-
It sounds like my cold spirit 
Solemnly singing its sonorous song

Sometimes tears tear through the eye's protective barrier
It threatens to break my terrifying facade
That wears the face of Macbeth
Whom relished the deaths
Though his spirit ranted and raved:
"Why have I done this?"

His gracious lady wore the indelible mark of his guilt
Red Blood of the despots he killed-
This same paint corrodes my soul
Luscious, red blood covers that 
Unknown essence deep within this material body:
The wretched thing we title the 
Vessel, the cage
Where life inexplicably was entrapped in from birth

As my dead victim,
Lies cradled in my arm
With blood permeating my hands
In the style of Lady Macbeth
I witness the damned sign
Of my Future form
Every-time I cruelly murder a life,
I see my death right before my eyes
Yet escape it all the same

I lament that I can no longer process
This burdensome phenomenon
Oh, the paradox of existence
How can we be living with abundant meaning
Only to sink away into the black waters
Of a Meaningless Demise

I don't care if these people die because
They've vanished
Poof! Their mark upon the world is not permanent
Unless they had profound notoriety
Otherwise, they sink away slowly
To the pulsing rhythm of this dying world 
Which slowly vanishes from the sight of 
No living soul  who would have died
 Before the sun extinguishes its light

If only, I had the spiritual eyes
To discern past this oblivion and 
See something far beyond
The nothingness to find
That something tucked 
Beneath the dreaded veil of death 

Wolf Gift Countdown:February 14th, 2012
Vampire/Mummy Month: December 2011

Anne Rice Book-signings: A Very Real Possibility

As we all impatiently..patiently await the release of Anne Rice's "Wolf Gift," many fans are probably speculating about potential book signings. Normally, publishers devise some kind of promotional tour for authors in promotion of their recent book. It is all part of advertising the book because it stokes interest and excitement for the new book. Unfortunately, the changing book market which seems to becoming more focused on e-books over physical books seems to be giving publishers solid reasons to extricate funds normally set aside that are specifically used for book signings. While I greatly love my Kindle, (which I hope to review in-depth in the coming weeks) the greatest disadvantage for the devices is the inability to have your books signed with traditional pen or sharpie marker. Sue Dent, author of the recently published Electric Angel, came up with a solution. She had a virtual signing done via webcam and electronic copies were digitally signed.

To me, there still does not seem to be that great sense of realism. Yes, you still get to have a short conversation with the writer but it is not comparable to a real book signing where you interact with fans prior to the signing. Surely, virtual signings are a wonderful solution for people who live in rural areas of the country who are unable to attend physical signings due to inability to travel far distances. For those people, like me, who love real book-signings, virtual book signings are  largely an inferior option.

Approximately one year ago, I was given the opportunity of meeting Anne Rice who seemed positively overjoyed to meet her fans. We  were all excited  to meet the author whose books gave us many sleepless nights of entertaining reading. Again, I don't think a virtual signing compares with an actual signing. Its very similar to watching low-quality live performances of your favorite band. Where is the ambiance of a room full of thrilled fans? You can't grasp that energy when you're watching a performance through a video or going to a virtual book signing in your pajamas. It all seems sub-par to the real thing!

So, what are Anne Rice's schedule as of now. According to her website, there are no specific details as of recent about any planned book signings for "The Wolf Gift" Within the comment area, I want to hear your wild ideas about potential places to be placed on Anne Rice's tour calendar. Anne Rice is not involved with the process of forming any tour calendars. Additionally, she does not do lavish signings anymore with genuine New Orleans jazz bands or funeral proceedings (Anne Rice actually use to come to book-signings in a casket which is quite befitting of her).  Either way, use Google or any other resources available to you to find potential book stores. Be brave, and send inquiries to these bookstores through email and ask if they're interested in hosting an Anne Rice signing. Additionally, offer them the email address of Kim Thornton who deals specifically with interview or promotional things for Anne Rice's releases. Her email address can be found on Anne Rice's website on the sidebar which is labeled "Interviews."
Who knows? Your email could help bring forth plans for a signing at that bookstore you thought Anne Rice would never visit in a million years.

Here is my own personal wish for a potential tour stop for Anne Rice's book signing: Since I live in the Philly region, I would love for Anne Rice to have a book signing  at the Free Library of Philadelphia . There are definitely enough things for Anne Rice to do in Philadelphia. Seeing as she loves to explore old churches, we have a beautiful church which dates from the colony days. It is called Christ Church and it carries a lot of history. Moreover, we have the Liberty Bell, Independence Hall, and the Philadelphia Art Museum which will soon be having a Van-Gough gallery. This art museum recently had an Rembrandt gallery with mainly Jesus paintings that were formerly not exhibited to the public. Readers of Anne Rice are well-aware of her love for history therefore having a signing in Philadelphia seems like a natural choice.

Certainly, many fans reading this have cities nearby that carry it's own unique history. Therefore, when you comment, please include some potential historical sites that Anne Rice might be interested in when visiting your city on a specific leg of the "Wolf Gift" Tour.

Coming soon to my blog: An article about the "enigmatic" Cleopatra that was far more than just a "femme-fatale." The historical Cleopatra was a powerful, imposing figure!! This will launch my series of posts on "Ramses the Damned or The Mummy"

Monday, November 28, 2011

Note to Readers of "A Bibliophile's Reverie"

I've been struggling to juggle all the tasks that must be completed before the end of my semester. Once I get to the blog, all my creative energy is expended. Since, I want my posts be high quality and not the product of a lack of inspiration: I'm making some needed alterations to my schedule for the "Wolf Gift" Countdown. Instead of having it begin in November as originally planned, the countdown officially begins this month. Now, the three supernatural entities/individuals/creatures will be vampires/mummies for the month of December, witches for January, and werewolves for February (during the month when "Wolf Gift" is slated to release.

Please be patient with me as I slowly, but surely finish all my  college assignments. This time is very hectic for college students. My whole semester itself has been jam-packed with about four heavy-duty literature courses. By the time, I'm able to read anything for potential review upon this blog; I'm so thoroughly exhausted with reading that I have to read something that piques my interest. It cannot be another book that I must force myself through in order to adequately access it.

Thank you for your understanding!! "A Bibliophile's Reverie has only been on hiatus recently not because I've abandoned any plans of reviewing anything!! Soon enough, I'll be back with many posts!!

Until then, Prepare yourself for vampires and mummies this month!!!

Monday, October 31, 2011

A Bibliophile's Reverie's "Countdown to "The Wolf Gift" Begins Tomorrow...

   On Valentine's Day, during the year of the impending 2012 apocalypse, Anne Rice plans to release a book which features werewolves for she has decided once again to move onto to a new cosmology with a new breed of enigmatic creatures. In lieu of this release and Alfred K. Knopf's recently release synopsis with new tantalizing details about the novel, I am launching four themed months that encompass all of Anne Rice's supernatural creatures as "The Wolf Gift" symbolizes Anne Rice's courageous return to the creatures of the night or the "sinful aberrations" cast out by pious society. These creatures are consciously aware that they cannot inhabit the world of daytime much like King Hamlet's ghost or the band of twisted, contradictory witches from Macbeth

  During each of these months, I will feature detailed posts about the history of each of these creatures and how Anne Rice has refashioned them to fit within her fictitious universe. Also, I'll strive to review any notable works that include different interpretations of these creatures.

As of now, the supernatural creatures/individuals being represented are...


January=Witches (I'm required then to review Roald Dahl's The Witches!!!!)
February= Werewolves (Review of Anne Rice's "The Wolf Gift," Posts about the philosophy of "The Wolf Gift, and hopefully an interview with Anne Rice herself)

If you haven't already, click the book cover below for "The Wolf Gift" to read the details that Alfred K. Knopf, the publishers of Anne Rice's books, have happily released about the novel itself:

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Never Enough

Every occurrence of writing
Makes me feel abashed
For I have to shed some unexpressed feelings and
Weave them into a poetic tapestry that is
Both beguiling and bewildering

After my hands leave the keyboard and
The Poem lies in finished form
Before my dispirited eyes
I can only feel pain that
Now everyone can discern past the
Enticing metaphors and
See directly into my core

Writing should be a private love affair
Behind Closed doors
Where the writer consummates with their lusty muse
To conceive a written work
Filled with nuances that hint at
A deeper significance that lies beneath

Sometimes, my prose is overwrought
To the extent where it overreaches its
Intended goal
Other times, I can just imagine
The disapproval  of my disastrous work
 Laying in a pretentious heap
On the floor of the motel room
Where my muse and I
Worked tirelessly to create
Something poignant

Why do I share these precious works of mine?
What is this burdensome artistic incline
That strives to share these meaningless
Pieces of pedantic poo
Tomorrow morning, I could care less
If the maid who periodically cleans
My rented motel rooms
Discards these pieces of
Used Toilet Paper

Even as my writing leaves me unsatisfied
I still have this insatiable desire to have another
Romp with my muse-
All writers desire this cathartic release
Because we thrive off the ecstasy of
That climatic moment where our work
Beautifully comes together
Writing is our elixir, our passion
In the end, we just cannot get enough

Through the Narrow Gate

With a stuttered heart and
a careful exhalation of this fragile breath
I beheld my dead aunt with these lifeless eyes
Tears trickled down my marble cheeks
Then, I carefully sniffled
To recapture my lost breath
For, I’m not ready to lie motionless
Before so many fear stricken faces  and
Pretend that I am somewhere safe
Outside this present nightmare

Suddenly, a curmudgeonly pastor
Adorned with bleak blackness
Ascended the stage before my aunt’s
Bedraggled Body
It was a welcoming sight because-
Didn’t pastors pacify
This unsettling grief

Of course, his words were reverent
Flowery descriptions of my aunt’s empathy
Flowered the desolate wasteland of my
Deathly thoughts

Flowers overflowed in excess in this church
To ward away the melancholy that visits us
They were affixed to the windows
Acting as sentries to watch
For the malevolent forces of the outside world-
          These fiends cannot even enter through the
Small crack of these immaculate sheets of
Grime-less Glass

Eventually, the chilling air of
This cloistered church
Confined me to the coldness of my
Corrosive Mind
The seemingly warm pastor
Transfigured himself into death itself
While he invoked the indignant spirit
Of his supposed Imperturbable God

A hint of mournful surrender
Entered his voice
While he solemnly spoke about
The many people unlike my aunt
Who cannot partake in communion and exist
Beyond this temporal state of tragedy

Only we are entrusted with the secret knowledge
To pass through the narrow gate between
Death and the unknown
We that are few in number will
Bask in God’s glory
While the rest fall into a state
Of Sleep where they’ll
Never be remembered
Or have a chance to be loved

Everyone in the church produced
A facsimile of Mary’s smile
While I struggled in vain
With my resilient empathy
For all the lost sheep
Whom never found the serenity
That salvation supposedly insures

My heart tugged at my eyes and
Flooded them with waters
Which the elect like Noah
Masterfully Evaded
By receiving favor in God’s eyes-
Why didn’t he care at all for those he left behind?

Oh God, Where are my friends?
Have they been deemed worthy of damnation
Because their inquisitive minds
Couldn’t properly believe in you.
If this blissful eternity requires
A large number of your flock
Falling into the abyss of the Forgotten
Then, I refuse to be trapped forever in this false joy

As the funeral gathering reveled in their God-granted gladness
                                I ripped down a few flowers obscuring the windows
And peered into Perdition
Through the unfathomable depths of these shadows
Ghostly apparitions of the damned appear
They were undergoing the second death-
Signified by their tortured cries
That shook the aura of peace
Emanating within the stronghold of this church

Again, the semblance of sadness
Threatened to overfill my soul
In retaliation of this jubilant body
Which urged me onwards back into the
Pocket of endless joy
Within the church

I tore at more of the the flowers
Yet they continued to grow back
Frustrated,I screamed madly
As I forced my thoughts to deeply empathize
With the perished souls outside these windows

For one fleeting moment, they grasped for God’s
Loving  hands only to
Find themselves dissipating into the darkness
Till they were no more-
They were the unforgiven, and the forgotten

Fracturing the window
My repressed sadness was awakened-
Tears spilled from my bleary eyes
Screams issued from my unholy lips
Matching the frequency and terror of those
Left Outside

Without realizing it, I was suspended in the darkness
Floating away from the church
A number of disparate spirits
Filled my Morose gaze
They upheld me-My friends
Together, we would soon fade into the darkness

Forlornly, I looked at the church-
The Dear Departed one
That refused to Love in the name of
Selfishly seeking “salvation”
They passed over us like
Those who suffered from Leprosy

My leprosy was the infection of love
Love that refused to part
With my brother’s just so I could
Eternally indulge in the gifts of the sainted heaven
Oh friends, embrace me once more
There still lies hope
That there lies another minute crack
Along this Deceptively Dark Gate
Far beyond our earthly senses  

Saturday, October 08, 2011

Link to other blog: Agnostic Inner Sanctum (Click the brilliant Rembrandt painting below!)

I'm posting this if you're interested in reading posts from my other blog:: The Agnostic Inner Sanctum. Earlier this year, I separated the more religious posts from the literary ones because some people find honest religious discussion disconcerting. My other blog is one of my most challenging blogs to post on because I'm always hindered by the "fear" of other people's reactions. Sadly, its still ingrained in me, from my Christian upbringing, that expressing doubt in Christianity is a chief evil. Now, I currently don't believe in that at all or probably never did authentically. But, its still hard for any person to work against neurotic thought processes inherited from their childhoods.

It will be offensive to some people because humanity is ironically offensive to itself. Oftentimes, people don't want to encounter people's honest views because we'd rather hide ourselves underneath those lavish masks provided at Capulet's masquerade party. Sometimes, I think that we need to reread Shakespeare,the Greek rationalists, or the Old Testament stories and see that these people are truly human and not a bunch of uncomplicated "believers" in a religion. Of course, no Christian is "uncomplicated," just like no human is. But often, I think we forget this when we're instructed from the pulpit to strive towards having unwavering belief to insure that we're going to heaven.

Karen Armstrong marvelously details the problems that plague religion presently. This is an illuminating speech and Karen Armstrong is a very bright person who really seems to understand the problems that strain religions.

Tuesday, October 04, 2011

Anne Rice's fans have requested me to conduct a
survey to determine which of Anne Rice's heart-throbs is their favorite. The three choices are Matt Bomer, Richard Armitage
, and that damned, elusive "Scarlett Beckett!"

You can only vote once so take great care in choosing. Soon enough, the results will be sent to Anne Rice and she'll then devote her attention to one of these heart-throbs.

To vote, Click on one of the heart-throbs below!

Choice A) The Scarlet Beckett

Choice B) Richard Armitage

                          Choice C) Matt Bomer