An Occasional Damage of Roses - Anderson, James Victor
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The purpose of Anderson?s poetry is not to try to seek that which is already within us but that which we have always known since infancy as a viable factor in where we have arrived. And still we travel, discover, and grow with the speed of dawn. Poetry which merely tells a story or points to a deeper meaning does not have the power of taking you by the leash and unfastening it. That alone should frighten a traveler. The art of poetry itself is never a saving factor but is merely a voice found in the heart of one who has never given up in spite of the beatings. Doesn?t this explain most of us…mehr

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The purpose of Anderson?s poetry is not to try to seek that which is already within us but that which we have always known since infancy as a viable factor in where we have arrived. And still we travel, discover, and grow with the speed of dawn. Poetry which merely tells a story or points to a deeper meaning does not have the power of taking you by the leash and unfastening it. That alone should frighten a traveler. The art of poetry itself is never a saving factor but is merely a voice found in the heart of one who has never given up in spite of the beatings. Doesn?t this explain most of us still on the journey? The traveler who has found his or her inner voice will understand Anderson?s poetry through personal experience, but to others, it may be nothing more than indecipherable marks on an abandoned wall. And may have, through no fault of their own, no need of it. Whichever the case, relish the disturbance and enjoyment of things that have always been yours and your right to reclaim them. This book is best embraced in some quiet, private place of comfort far away from the things that sent you there.
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James Victor Anderson has written and published under previous book titles as Not Unlike a Madman in Cheap Sandals, Dance Without a Rack of Bones Within, The Heart Has a Homely Face, and Occasional Damage of Roses. His current work is a continuation of the Taoist perspective through which the common human experience becomes extraordinary. If we demanded God to reveal himself the very best, what he might do is tell us to look into water and see what it means. In our own reflection we cannot enter or grasp him at all by means of our intellectual illusions or even faith that water can hold us up. When a Taoist says "There is no God where there is only God" he is insubordinate to all schools of thought, East or West, which try to put the highest deity in an observable container or dismiss it as an irrelevant anachronism.