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A Poet's Journal: February 13th, 2015

  February 13th, 2015 Aiako Harria yesterday, first time this year; overtaken by the beauty.  It is at about this time along the hillsides and in the thickets that the brown of the end of winter starts mixing with the green of the beginning of spring. But an outing like this, though refreshing, can do nothing for the interior state of mind when one is tired and helpless; it only offers a slight reprieve, but we are back again, missing it: the sights, the sounds, the smell of the forest--somehow it only adds to the misfortune.  It is difficult to wander along the thin trails because we have built up a reason and an inspiration for our coming; there is a goal, a new plant to find; something to be attained, a new path to take.  All the expectation dies with each step, and yet it is still beautiful, still appealing, still the key to some secret meaning we have created for ourselves; and when we stop and look at it all, we realize we are merely the sum of our attainments, the sum that keeps

A Reflection on a Former and a Forthcoming Work

Whether it be a blessing to be recognized for the work one creates, or that it simply pass into oblivion, it is not without some sort of worry that we undertake what we feel to be our duty and try to see in it the bit of perfection that we had hoped for.  Deception hides at every turn and what has been raised by indecision often leads to the regret that it were better left alone.  In truth, there is no middle ground in the work of art, it is rather the source from which all things have been defined, therefore it is we who return to ourselves by its acceptance.  Let others then decide what are the rules of any given art, we must simply believe ourselves to have put forth something according to our nature, and if it is individual, it shall have the good fortune of being universal. These sentiments, of course, have not passed lightly, but it is with the renewal of bringing forth another work that I look back to the former with a sense of evolution; for it remains as unfinished as

Book Release: Seasons Of Mind

In the coming days a new book entitled Seasons Of Mind will become available in print and electronic form at bookstores and online.  The texts are composed of reflections that first appeared on this website in 2016, but were written in the years 2011-2012.  They have since been recast and revised to bring forth that idea which they were all bearing towards, that of an interpretation of the poetic spirit.  For those of us then who still hold a certain respect for the written word and find it not idle to peer into the dimensions of human thought, such a book will not be considered worthless. Upon the same foundations were built the works of Pascal, Aurelius, and Montaigne.  But of course, it has neither of these for its model, nor does it profess to put forth any philosophy unless it be that of giving breath to the resurgence of poetical thought. Therefore, if it is through the confidence of our own whims that we are led past the ignorance of our darkest hour, it is also with inspir