THE ART OF THE SHOVEL [new poem]
Humans scuttling around like ants on steroids,
(though ants at least have a useful purpose)
making much ado about absolutely nothing.
A strictly surface people: the epitome of Bathos,
trying to heal insanity with even more insanity,
making toxic waves with all that they initiate,
and all the while imagining themselves
as masters of a cosmos they did not create.
IS IT ALL JUST GOOD CLEAN FUN? Reflections on Hallowe’en
THE PHOTO ACCOMPANYING THESE WORDS is of an icon hand-painted on wood by a Greek Orthodox monk which depicts George slaying the dragon. This precious icon is placed near where I sit when writing, so as to inspire and encourage me in the formation of my words. It really represents the Archangel Michael battling against the fallen, apostate Archangel Satan, who is depicted symbolically as a dragon in an account of that battle in chapter 12 of the prophetic Book of Revelation, which was written over nineteen-hundred years ago on the Greek island of Patmos, which is about 300 kilometers (190 miles) from where I am sitting right now in Athens, Greece, as I write these words. I have that icon near me as a symbolic reminder that the angels and I do battle against just the kind of empty darkness which so many people ignorantly celebrate today.
Read the rest of this entry »What You See Is Definitely Not What You Get: Angels, Demons, Spooks and Pandemics
Editor’s Note: In the text below, readers will find a record of some experiences of Nathan Delver, with informative dialogues between him and the being who was temporarily named Aurora Virtue. As they do not provide any corroborative sources or references and seeing that many will be in denial concerning the veracity of what they say, an editorial decision has been taken to intersperse copious commentary, references, and links throughout the text in the appropriate places within curly brackets {…} so that readers can do the necessary research. Readers who find it convenient to download the chapter in a PDF format file will find a link at the bottom of the text.
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ON THE WALL of ‘The Unexpected Gift’ café, a single huge TV screen silently played the news programmes of the day. One talking head after another, in that patronising, quasi-informative expression of modern broadcasters, presented the prepared scripts from an autocue. Much of the time was spent with advertisements filling listeners’ heads with nonsense. Those advertisements looked even more nonsensical when the volume was turned down.
Read the rest of this entry »Out of Time [new song video]
LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #60: “Out of Time”. This is a new song that was originally going to be a short story. I think it’s an interesting subject. I describe its heart and meaning in the video. See what you think. Click on the heading at the top and you’ll be able to read the lyrics:
Read the rest of this entry »Election Madness: An Insult to Any Remnants of Human Intelligence
My first thoughts on awaking this morning. Existence becomes more surrealistic each day — as if one is living in a revealing dream sequence. Oh, wait…
The Transformed Heart is not Controlled by Human Laws
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📕 MAYBE PEOPLE MORE READILY READ 📘 these text-based images than full-blown articles. It’s fun to put them together. Believe me, I could have written a massively longer article on this gorgeous subject. But, for now, here’s the soundbite precis of it… 🙏
Can One Fall in Love With Someone One Has Never Met? [Short Story]
IT IS THE YEAR 1849. Harold Thimbleby was the owner of a little bookshop called “The Ardent Bookworm”, which nestled itself in a tiny ginnel in the city of London. One day, he received a letter from a Miss Elizabeth Jane Hargreaves of Liverpool asking if he stocked a certain edition of Jonathan Swift’s “Gulliver’s Travels”. It is a straightforward letter of request, such as he had received many times before. But as he reached the foot of the page, something about her signature caught his eye. Not only did the flourish of the final “s” tell him that the writer is left-handed but also the entire tenor of the letter — listening to the music behind her words and closely observing her style of writing — seemed to imply a certain delicate yearning which spoke deeply to his soul. As he took up his plume to pen his usual reply to corresponding clients, his head was strangely spinning, and an unmistakable feeling of impending destiny took hold of him. The entire incident was thickly swathed in déjà vu. He affirmed to her that he did indeed have the book while, at the same time, he took the liberty to (as he put it) “also recommend another book by a certain Ellis Bell, entitled ‘Wuthering Heights’, which will enable the perfect fulfilment of the longing expressed in your letter of request to me”.
Read the rest of this entry »Two-Faced Man [new song video]
🎼 LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #58: “Two-Faced Man” 🎼 A driving ‘song of conscience’ dedicated to all politicians everywhere. This is ostensibly a new song, though it has been lying unfinished in a ‘drawer’ for more than 15 years and is now complete — having had a number of verses added, many bits changed, and an arrangement made for it. I say more about it in the introduction in the video. Here are the lyrics:
Read the rest of this entry »Ernest Bloch’s Engrossing Concerto Grosso #1
I’LL TELL YOU A STRANGE THING about this unjustly unknown but brilliant piece of music: Since I first heard it in the 1980s, hardly a day has gone by without some part of it (most often the driving last movement) just popping into my head out of nowhere. Why this should happen, I do not know, apart from the fact that this is the work of true art — to become absorbed into the soul of its witness. And this is what has happened to me in relation to this short work of genius. It fills me with encouragement.
Read the rest of this entry »Slippery Slope [new poem]
The days roll by
showering down
around my ears
like dutiful confetti
at a shotgun wedding
while my flamethrower
of unfulfilled retardant
dreams engulfs them all
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The Naked Troubadour 