writing is sorrow; having had written is sublime
April's Premiere alone is Claimed
To be the Day of Dullards
While All its Days have been Proclaimed
To be the Month of Bards
In you, you presume a Poet Resides
And with Ballads you are the Master
Alas in you nary a Rhyme doth Hide
For you are just a Fool Poetaster
But today alone We shall All Proclaim
Your Verse fit for Angels on High
Just don't forget that Today Alone
We are given Pass to Lie
This senryū (川柳) serves as the forword to my poetry collection SHORT VERSES AND OTHER CURSES.
It also serves as a metaphor for the scrambled goings on in my mind…
My latest creative endeavor, adapted from my short story of the same name, which can be found in the short story collection LEAVE: and Other Stories Short and Shorter.
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More video adaptions to come.
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No seriously, go!
My latest creative endeavor, adapted from my short story of the same name, which can be found in the short story collection LEAVE: and Other Stories Short and Shorter.
You can get a free copy of the collection by subscribing to my newsletter.
More video adaptions to come.
Please visit my youtube channel and likesubscribeshareyadayadayada.
Sorrow by Kurt Brindley is a thought-provoking and unsettling read that will resonate with readers who appreciate complex explorations of identity, social commentary, and the darker aspects of human nature, making it a great fit for fans of literary, psychological thrillers that challenge and provoke.
Gina Ray Mitchell
I would like to thank Ms. Gina Ray Mitchell for taking the time and making the effort to so thoughtfully read and review my latest release Sorrow.
And I would like to ask that you take the time and make the effort to read her full review, one deep and insightful. In fact, it is so insightful that I believe she may have a better understanding of the book than I, which is certainly far from an impossibility as I’ve long held the belief that books are typically much smarter than those who write them.
You can read the full review at her very informative and entertaining website…
And Goodreads…
And at a location new to me, StoryGraph.
If you are intrigued by Ms. Mitchell’s assessment of Sorrow and would like to make an assessment of your own, you can purchase an ebook edition of it, and those of all my other published works, for free until midnight tonight (PST).
*Paradoxes such as this always amuse me…
I initially set out to record Henry James’ somewhat condescending response to Walter Besant’s very pretentious essay “The Art of Fiction”…
Until I discovered the letter from Henry James’ older brother, and renowned psychologist/philosopher, William James, where he tells Henry exactly how he feels about Henry’s latest release “The American Scene.”
Spoiler alert: It’s definitely not a 5-star review…
Being the father of two sons, I know how brothers can be not only brutally frank and painfully honest to one another, but also highly competitive and a bit boastful as well.
The older brother’s letter to the younger encompasses all that and more.
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Better yet, how about reading and reviewing my latest novel?
For many people art means rose-coloured windows, and selection means picking a bouquet for Mrs. Grundy. They will tell you glibly that artistic considerations have nothing to do with the disagreeable, with the ugly; they will rattle off shallow commonplaces about the province of art and the limits of art, till you are moved to some wonder in return as to the province and the limits of ignorance.
Henry James
Of Martin Luther King, Jr., and the peace and humanity he and his legacy embody…
And as a feeble distraction to the day’s political happenings who many believe are diametrically opposed to all this honorable day otherwise would embody…
I offer all my books for free today.
#stilldreaming
The ancient concept of memento mori reminds us to “remember we must die,” not for any macabre or nihilistic purposes, but to prompt us to take a moment to contemplate our mortality so as to remember to live these fleeting, fatalistic lives of ours to their fullest.
Likewise, it seems the same could be said for Schopenhauer’s persistent contemplation of the evils of humankind. We contemplate these evils not to revel in and celebrate the boundless depravity of our kind, but to remind us that even in the best, most pure hearted of our species, therein Darkness resides; ergo, understanding that we have such an inherently Dark capacity to live wrongly, we should then strive in relentless determination to live our lives rightly and wholly in the Light.
Perhaps…
#2025scaresmealready
