2021 was not the best of year’s for many of us with covid still rampant as well as for many of us still stuck working from home. But for me there were a few bright spots. Jai & I were able to create many new books for Poets & Authors at DeadMansPressInk & create a brand new open mic at The Fuzebox. One of the best moments for me was an interview with Jim Gilbert & Nippertown about my latest book ” We Rise Like Smoke Poems Psalms & Incantations Published by DeadMansPressInk. Dedicated to our girl, our cat Cordelia we lost in April. Life isn’t the same without her.
Best to you & yours in the coming New Year.
An interview with Jim Gilbert of Nippertown with poet R.M. Engelhardt about the Upstate New York Poetry Scene and about his new book ” We Rise Like Smoke Poems Psalms & Incantations” Published by DeadMansPressInk Now Available on Amazon 2021.
“Where there is no vision, the people perish; rather, cast off restraint, become ungovernable, cannot be reined in” ~ Exodus 32:22, 25
WHERE THERE IS NO VISION :
Is the new book of poetic-prose by poet/writer R.M. Engelhardt written over the last several months March ~June of 2020 coming off of his last book of mysticism & poetry “DarkLands”. His new work”Where There Is No Vision” poetically and vividly captures the days & these times of fear, racism, death and the coronavirus quarantine with all the rage, truth, anger, grieving & sadness of a divided, broken & exploited American people betrayed by their own sociopathic President and even by both parties of their own government who did nothing to stop his reign or the death surrounding us themselves. The year 2020 will be remembered as the year a great nation was almost destroyed by a tyrant and his supporters. “Where There Is No Vision” will also be remembered for it’s scathing cry out against a country & administration which refuses to change or even save it’s own people who are on the verge of a near revolution and a recognition of false heroes, values and the destruction of a fraudulent democracy ruled by wealth & race.
Telegraphic missives from the bleak future of now taking in spirit machine and blood . A faint hope beyond hopelessness still guiding the words .
~ Steve Kilbey (The Church)
R.M. Engelhardt is one of the finest poets currently drawing breath and this book is one hell of a ride. I’ve lost track of whether or not there is any such thing as “truth” left in the world, but these poems convey another quality almost as rare: genuine honesty about things that matter. Dark, rich, nuanced, emotionally risky, and crafted by an artist of the first rank, Darklands is a collection to keep you reading and rereading, and thinking long after. Highly recommended.
~ Jeff Weddle
As always R.M. provides us with powerful and succinct snapshots of our world. He has taken the path of the “Shaman”, assimilating the cultural’raw material’ and through his unigue lens trans-substantiated, the dross into lessons and observations that we are now, all the better, for hearing. Cheers to the Outsider Gentleman!
RelicsThe burning smell of leavesHe dreams ofHer body stretched outUpon the bed.SamhainCold October.She wears a maskDrunken fucking to the rhythmOf the danceLike a final sacrifice toThe Gods.SheShe is the GodA Goddess inBlack makeupThe spell runningThru us 7 times uponThe moonlit night’sFrozen earth, throneOf graveyard dustThese are the remainsOf what we once called loveEaten by the cannibalsDown to it’s witheredBones.