Coming In June DMITRY WILD AT INVOCATION OF THE MUSE POETRY OPEN MIC ALBANY

DMITRY WILD AT INVOCATION OF THE MUSE POETRY OPEN MIC

DMITRY WILD AT INVOCATION OF THE MUSE POETRY OPEN MIC AT LARK HALL
Sponsored By Dead Man’s Press Ink Albany NY

INVOCATION OF THE MUSE: 

MONDAY JUNE 6TH With Our Featured Poet

DMITRY WILD ( Of Dmitry Wild & The Spells)

With HOUSES IN MOTION (Beats + Electronics)

ALBANY, NY’s OPEN MIC FOR POETS, WRITERS, POETRY & THE SPOKEN WORD AT LARK HALL!

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LARK HALL 351 Hudson Avenue , Albany NY

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DEAD MAN’S PRESS INK ALBANY NY

Hosted By R.M. Engelhardt

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Eternal.

It is and will always be what you say, what you write and what art you actually create that truly matters the most. Popularity doesn’t determine your worth and the followers will always come & go looking for the next big thing. That’s the unfortunate side effect of too much mass media. People not noticing what’s amazing or beautiful, what’s lasting or meaningful right in front of their own eyes. Poetry & art, music isn’t fast food. It’s eternal.

~ R.M. Engelhardt

Of Spirit, Ash & Bone Poems Parables Coming Soon

Of Spirit Ash & Bone

We live in destitute times wherein the gospel of greed and financial profit, not prophecy, answers our existential questions. The good poet, just as the prophet in days gone by, speaks to us in a language that jolts our memory and challenges our power of self-perception and imagination.

~ John Dewey

Of Spirit, Ash & Bone is the new book of poetry coming out soon and to be released by Dead Man’s Press Ink in 2022. Unlike my past work Spirit will be something different and unexpected yet still falling into the genre of pagan poetics as well as what could even be considered narrative & southern gothic. Also, the book will include a section of poems released in 2016 from my past book ” The Bones of Our Existence” which was only previously released on Kindle and are a series of pieces that were based on dystopian dreams that literally forced me to write the words & images down. Included in Spirit are also short narrative fables, stories which are based upon myth as well as what can only be called modern folklore for the 21st century. More News coming soon.

Best,

~ R.M. Engelhardt

R.M. Engelhardt

On Poetry, Witchcraft & Spells

~ R.M. Engelhardt, The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems Of R.M. Engelhardt 1989-2006

2001

Words are powerful. Words make a difference. They can create and destroy. They can open doors and close doors. Words can create illusion or magic, love or destruction. … All those things.

The Stars In Night In Flight. A Poem By R.M. Engelhardt

New Poem From We Rise Like Smoke Poems Psalms Incantations Published by DeadMansPressInk Now Available on Amazon

THE STARS IN NIGHT IN FLIGHT

The stars in night in flight

The migration of the birds in
Flight revolutions of chaos around the
Circumference of the sun

(Like shadows)

But the gods haven’t noticed
As the starless night remains
Our dark evolution vast & sad
Beautiful & tragic

But Jesus doesn’t want to be found
& Buddha just doesn’t care
And Gaia just watches

Helpless

The Stars In Flight At Night

The migration of the birds in
Flight revolutions of chaos around the
Circumference of the sun

Humanity has risen
Not risen

Doesn’t notice
Doesn’t realize
Doesn’t care

Denies the stars
Denies itself

The stars migration
Love’s failure to love

One another

Each other

(Ourselves)

Death &
Beauty
Always the
Story of
Ourselves

Never
Ending

~ R.M. Engelhardt

This Night, Invisible~ A Poem By R.M. Engelhardt

We Rise Like Smoke Poems Psalms Incantations by R.M. Engelhardt

THIS NIGHT, INVISIBLE

an
invocation

a
trance

at dusk
the souls
wander in
1 by 1
in a procession

of

tragedy

faith

&

loss

where the clocks
all time
has stopped

and
the dance
begins which
never ends

moves beyond
the flesh

your gods

as

sound –

words –

voices-

writhe-

wound –

annihilate

worship

a once empty
space

a void

S

C

R

E

A

M

M

M

M

M

M

M

I

N

G

maniacally
through the
vast & vaulted
air

as the
music endures

plays
on

where
there is
no kingdom

no glory
no power
false angels
or starflecked demons

the life after
ever after

where
there is only
you & I

in this night

invisible

this night
unseen

and so
in my grief
my sorrow

& as a friend

I invite you

with all love
and all respect
imperfect
and un-true

as always

in whatever mirror
conjured

this night

all beautiful

all living
or dead

you are
desired

you are
loved

without
end

~ R.M. Engelhardt

It’s Arrived.

Now Available on Amazon
2nd Paperback Edition

The Story of Edgar & I: A Bromance~ Albany Poets

C__Data_Users_DefApps_AppData_INTERNETEXPLORER_Temp_Saved Images_12113391_10206803572865637_8255685413926575281_oSome memories that I am always reminded of around this time of the year and on Halloween in this new edition of The Half Dead Poet Review:

The Half-Dead Poet Review: The Story of Edgar and I, a Bromance

Resurrection

Looks can sometimes be deceiving.

For every hero there’s a nemesis, and for every genius there’s a nothing. And for every new day there is always a night. The truth is not necessarily what you see or in the moment believe but exists in those things which you have made, created and that stand, that hold meaning. Those things that are treasured long after you’ve left the building or this weary world behind. These are the true works of art, poetry and literature. Our children in both physical & metaphysical, spiritual and living form. There is never an ending to our stories even after we are gone. Every moment is a beginning. Every moment a resurrection.

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~ Talon {R.M. Engelhardt}

#poetry #Talon #art #Troyny

Faith To Believe In

“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.”

—   Henry Miller