The Bones of Our Existence Book Release: March 15th, 2016 at 12 Midnight http://www.thepoemremains.com
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Although I’m not the first poet to ever write a book of post-apocalyptic poetry (The Bones of Our Existence) I can happily say that I have been preceded by such poets as the likes of Paul Dehn and even by a poem by Lord Byron called “The Darkness”. Here’s a great article on Paul Dehn’s book, a collaboration with famous artist Edward Gorey entitled “Quake Quake Quake”
I can’t teach you how to write, and anybody who says they can is full of shit.”
— Hank Moody
The Future is Coming.
What Are You Going To Do ?
I think I’ll have another glass of whiskey.
– R.M. Engelhardt, The Bones of Our Existence 2016
It’s another Monday morning. I shower, drink my coffee and get dressed for work. In the background my wife is playing classical music on the radio when suddenly from the kitchen I hear the words. “He’s dead” she says … He’s dead. With the lilt of her voice as knowing shock. I walk into the bedroom and hear the song, one of my all time favorites, Is There Life On Mars playing while the news anchor tells me that one of my heroes, one of my favorite rock stars David Bowie is dead at the age of 69 from cancer.
Like most people my first response is disbelief. How is this possible? Cancer? Ironically, I walk outside and have a smoke. Look on my phone to confirm the truth as if it was all a mistake.
But David Bowie is gone. He’s dead. The man who sold the world. The icon whose music reached me and that left a lasting effect on me musically and artistically as a writer and as a definition of my time and generation. His lyrics defined my teenage years as the quiet, somewhat quirky kid with glasses who stuck to himself. The kid who liked writing poems and song verses that no one knew of. That kid with the shaded lenses who wanted to secretly wanted to be a rock star himself who instead wound up a poet. Sure, over the years as time went by there were other influences (Bukowski, Morrison and even Rimbaud to name a few). But there was no one as creative or as talented or even as brave as Bowie who was never afraid of what other people thought or to take chances. To find new ways of expression or to change his style or appearance. Bowie was the man who made me believe that if you want to be whoever or whatever you want, to really be who you are that you can become it. His lyrics were poetry and reached me. Especially the song “Heroes”.
So thanks David. For the music, the words and the style. For being a part of my imagination and of course, for proving to us all that we can be heroes.
BUT IS IT POETRY?
~ R.M. ENGELHARDT-THE HALF DEAD POET REVIEW:
In The End The Words Are The All And The Nothing
– R.M. Engelhardt
The world is getting weirder. Darker every single day. Things are spinning around faster and faster, and threatening to go completely awry. Falcons and falconers. The center cannot hold. But in my corner of the country, I’m trying to nail things down. I don’t want to live in Victor’s jungle, even if it did eventually devour him. I don’t want to live in a world where the strong rule and the weak cower. I’d rather make a place where things are a little quieter. Where trolls stay the hell under their bridges and where elves don’t come swooping out to snatch children from their cradles. Where vampires respect the limits.
– Jim Butcher
I will be silent
I shall not speak of death
I shall not speak of these things
For when I was a young man
I believed in peace
Before towers fell
And soldiers died
And after blood
And the media
Took the place
The scythe &
Or the pen
In the days when
I used to write
I shall remain silent
I shall no longer
Speak of these things