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Journalist Paige Keller returns to Aurum Valley to begin uncovering the secrets of the valley’s history, to the displeasure of those determined to keep those secrets hidden. She discovers the story of Aurelia’s founder, an ambitious young man who returned to the valley to make his home and fortune there, and of a fearless native girl who left her tribe to follow a stranger to a new and unknown life. She discovers the history of a disillusioned immigrant who fled his family’s faith to establish a new religion in the valley, despite suffering a broken moral compass.
In the present, a talented young actress is lured into the lair of a predacious Hollywood producer; the leader of the local church is drawn into a secretive organization with influence deep in the halls of power; a weary environmentalist is inspired to greater sacrifice by an impassioned teenager; a jaded professor is challenged by a precocious new student; an aging sculptress strives to finish her magnum opus while still alive and able; the heir of the valley’s founding family begins building where neither the Church nor the environmentalists want anyone to build—on a hill they all hold sacred.
The Fruit of the Tree is Part III of the acclaimed Idolatry saga, the story of a wealthy young heir and a devout Christian girl who find themselves at the heart of the struggle for the soul of Western Civilization.
5.0 out of 5 stars ~ A modern romanticist epic dramatising the struggle for western civilization
“Superb third entry in this saga, making for a modern romanticist epic on a par with Victor Hugo and Ayn Rand. The author carefully weaves multiple plot threads and larger than life characters centred on a fictional American town – it’s heritage torn between a fundamentalist offshoot of Mormonism, the rational, life affirming spirit of capitalist entrepreneurs, and post modern leftist sects – encapsulating the two and a half thousand year struggle for the soul of what is now termed western civilisation.” ~ Matthew Humphreys
5.0 out of 5 stars ~ A stunning achievement and beautifully written
“Quent Cordair has a great talent for creating compelling characters. Some inspire profound admiration so rarely found in modern literature, others so odious their evil seemed to drip from the page. The Idolatry series is an achievement in laying bare the historical battle between good and evil. Don’t miss all three in the series and you will, like me, be waiting for #4.” ~ John Cerasuolo
5.0 out of 5 stars ~ A tour de force!
“Well worth the wait! The depth and breadth of Cordair’s writing is impressive switching seamlessly between the past and present and with vivid descriptions advancing the story along.
I highly recommend The Fruit of the Tree! I also recommend first reading or re-reading Genesis (book 1) and A New Eden (book 2) in this 5-part saga. There are echoes in The Fruit of the Tree of Genesis and also The Fruit of the Tree follows on directly from A New Eden. I look forward to reading part 4 of the saga which is titled The Tongue of the Serpent.” ~ Godfrey Joseph
5.0 out of 5 stars ~ A Philosophical Epic Gains Momentum
“The Fruit of the Tree, the third book in Quent Cordair’s Idolatry series, drew me even deeper into his centuries-spanning philosophical war between good and evil—between lovers of life and those who seek to destroy that love. This volume brings together questions left unanswered in books one and two and moves the epic conflict closer to a climax. If you don’t fall in love with Paige by the end of this book, you definitely need to “examine your premises.” The main characters introduced in book two are more fully developed, and multiple side stories emerge, all contributing to the central theme. Aurum Valley is becoming ground zero in this epic battle of opposing philosophical forces. Now I have to wait in eager anticipation for book four.” ~ Steve McBride
5.0 out of 5 stars ~ Beautiful Writing
“This book brought me straight back into Aurum Valley with its history, mystery, and slow-building tension that this series does so well. Please know that reading the earlier books in the Idolatry series is needed to fully appreciate The Fruit of the Tree. The writing is gorgeous and super descriptive. The way each storyline unfolds makes the whole valley feel alive in a way that’s almost eerie. Paige’s character arc really stood out to me this time. Her drive to dig up the truth, even when it puts her in danger, gives the book a steady heartbeat to follow.
“I also loved how the valley’s history slowly shows up through the story itself. The way those pieces surface adds intrigue to everything happening now, especially with the Church, the founding family, and all the behind-the-scenes power plays. Every character has something going on, and even the smaller side stories end up factoring in a huge way.
“By the end, the mystery is thicker than ever, now that I’ve got some answers to questions from the previous book (A New Eden) and even more new questions. It’s one of those books where I finished a chapter and just sat there like… okay, now I need the next part immediately. I’m invested in this series and can’t wait for the next one!” ~ Kim Bromberek
Out of the blue and into the red;
Bureaus are razed for czardoms instead;
Infidels flung on the flag-draped pyre;
Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
Yesterday’s profiteers lined on the wall;
Blindfold executives jeered as they fall;
Cronies and troubadours flock to the court;
Poets and publishers shift to comport.
Tariffs for all who won’t dance for the clown;
Papers are checked by the new tribe in town;
A republic unkept, one best kiss the ring;
The president’s dead, long live the king.
~ Quent Cordair
Between Venus and Mars
Crickets below, dippers above,
Night rising cool around the foxglove,
Floor of warm stone, ceiling of stars,
Jewel on the ring between Venus and Mars.
You’ll find my address between Venus and Mars.
Striding the plain, mountains surround,
Strove to find flight, broke the earthbound,
Made from this place, evolved and sublime,
Blessedly born and right for the time,
Mastering all but the passage of time.
Tick the count down until thunder and burn,
Children will fly, no thought of return,
While I remain, wave to their wave,
Watching them wing from the home of the brave.
I’ll keep the lights lit on the home of the brave.
*****
My Kingdom
My kingdom has no subjects,
No serfs, their backs to bear
The weight of lives of others;
None here are forced to share.
A kingdom filled with kings and queens,
Their castles great and small,
With princes blue, princesses true,
Good dogs to guard them all.
A kingdom built with brains and brawn,
Each year less brawn than brains;
We sow and reap, invent machines
That till the fertile plains.
We sail and dream, we wing the skies,
Beguile with arts refined;
We trade for riches far and near,
Hold forth in courts of mind.
We mine and dine, automatize
The tasks that bore to tears;
Our engineers, second to none,
Lean back and toast to cheers.
Our six policemen quite suffice;
We’ve seven hard Marines
And thirteen jets with bombs so smart
That no one intervenes.
We welcome independent souls,
No honest man we shun—
Our markets thrive on goods well made,
On services well done.
Be immigrant or passing guest,
As equals all we greet;
New buyers all, new sellers some,
New friends and loves to meet.
My kingdom has no subjects,
No serfs, their backs to bear
The weight of lives of others—
Come join us if you dare.
*****
Now and Then
The fractured image flickering over the millennia,
broken and begrimed,
Healing for brief seconds, a few minutes,
now and then—
The wholeness, the clean, bright view, coming suddenly
visible again
Through the curtaining Dark—
And the Age of Man
yet lives.
*****
Spirited Gods
Spirited gods of body and mind,
Cleaving the earth and taking the find,
Arranging the atoms above in a bend,
Beneath which to dine, to dance, and attend
To desirable ends and needful things,
Burning the coal, inventing the wings
Upon which to soar like winged beasts do,
While raising fat herds for the savory stew,
Weaving silk threads, carving bone combs,
Harvesting timber for warm and dry homes,
Gathering the knowledge to hold in one hand,
On tablets of plastic and metal and sand,
Harnessing horses and nuclear parts;
Rocket plumes rise over rickety carts;
From building mud huts to high towers of glass,
From warring with spears to debating with class,
Climbing from caves to the moon and to Mars,
Masters of nature, eyeing the stars.
*****
The Independent Power
For the sucker born each minute
There’s a con born every hour,
But blessedly each day is born
The independent power
Who’s neither host nor parasite,
Who’s neither lord nor bower,
Who keeps his mind with sober art,
Before no king would cower;
He earns his take and pays his due—
A man, a sovereign tower.
*****
At Last
It matters not which border crossed,
From desert dry or tempest tossed,
To waves of grain and freedom’s sigh,
From womb’s dark hold to first-light’s cry—
You’re here, you’re here, at last.
It matters not what age you came,
Eight months or eighty years, the same,
What color skin your parents’ face,
What faith from which they fled to grace—
You’re here, you’re here, at last.
Now eye to eye, measuring minds,
The hopeful search for justice finds
No honest man can blindly curse
One more like he in chorus and verse
Than different—yes, in essence we
Are species same, from nose to knee—
As equals born with equal right
To live and work and dream the night
Where best we may, and here you are,
Your place of birth be near or far,
Your life and loves as dear to you
As mine to me—and this is true:
As innocent till guilty proved,
Against you none are justly moved.
So come, let’s toast to freedom’s song,
And may someday you pass along—
It matters not which border crossed,
To nurse’s hands or shoreline lost—
You’re here, you’re here, at last.
*****
No Sea Was Ever Sailed
No sea was ever sailed
By fear of drowning in the deep.
No bridge was ever built
By huddled souls in castle’s keep.
No cloud slipped ‘neath the wing
Of one who dared not leave the ground.
No daunting height was scaled
Without a test of holds unsound.
No barn was ever raised
By hands that wouldn’t plant in spring.
No city skyline drawn
By those whose vision wouldn’t sing.
No rocket ship was launched
Without a dream to touch the stars.
No man stood on the Moon
Who didn’t long to land on Mars.
No writer wrote a wonder
Without braving the first line.
No sculptor carved a marvel
But for craving sight divine.
No dancers spun a ballroom
Before graceless learning turns.
No masterwork was painted
By a critic’s clucks and burns.
No cure was finally bottled
Without trials that failed to save.
No bulb illumed the night
Of those who never left the cave.
No gear turned fine and smoothly
Till the first rough models broke.
No wheel turned light and quickly
Till a rebel carved a spoke.
No friendship grew and strengthened
Without hearts opened to hurt.
No neighbor’s warmth was nurtured
With responses cold and curt.
No lovers’ cove was treasured
More than after storms astern.
No passion’s flame rekindled
But for bringing fuel to burn.
No man was free a master
Till his mind was unenslaved.
No people shed a tyrant
Till they faced him unafraid.
No peace was long in lasting
When unanswered went the call.
No justice served for any
When no one would stand for all.
No life is fully lived
In pallid dread of pending death.
No fear is faced and conquered
Till accepted with deep breath.
No step into this world
Is ever taken until willed.
When last your eyes have closed
May they’ve seen a life fulfilled.
*****
To Your You Being You
To the best that’s within you,
To your lift and your try,
To your will to see dawn,
To your laugh while you cry,
To your hope through the sorrow,
To your float over pain,
To your push through the dark,
To your dance in the rain,
To your rise from the ash,
To your straightening the bend,
To your fire to the lie,
To your go till the end,
To your cutting the knot,
To your swearing anew,
To your mind of your own,
To your you being you.
*****
Enjoy more of my poetry & short fiction in my latest collection, My Kingdom, now available in paperback and Kindle editions. ~
I could not put the book down! I read the poems out loud to my kids as though I am Cyrano on stage! Inspires me to be the best I can be! Love it! ~ Heather Pendaris
If you enjoy life and a positive view of mankind, if you are a valuer and enjoy reading uplifting works, you’ll love this collection of short works by Quent Cordair. This is a great book when you just want a short read that will leave you feeling better than when you started, when you need a little emotional fuel. No need to read it as a whole, just enjoy a little morsel when you need it. You will find yourself going back for more, over and over. I have thoroughly enjoyed Quent’s longer works, but they are a deeper dive. This collection can be enjoyed even if you have only short spurts of time available for reading. I highly recommend it. ~ Steve M.
I can only say, if like me you admire human independence and have a belief that each of us are sovereign individuals and that the greatest joy can be found in seeing something admirable, reward yourself with a few hours of pleasure. Buy the real book .. read … enjoy. ~ Garrett Seinen
The My Kingdom collection is now available in paperback and Kindle editions. ~
*****
Or if you prefer novels, I write those too. I recommend starting with Genesis, the first part of my five-part Idolatry saga. ~
In the twilight of the Roman Empire, a sculptor struggles to keep an 800-year dream alive while honoring the love of his life and raising his adopted son. Part I of the epic five-part Idolatry saga, the story of a wealthy young heir and a devout Christian girl who find themselves at the heart of a 2400-year struggle for the soul of Western Civilization.
“Beautifully written, on the order of Ken Follett’s Pillars of the Earth, with the historical insight of James Michener, it brings to life a time of great thought, great art, and its clash with religious fanaticism. Cordair writes with a poet’s sense of scene and nuance and gives us a great deal of insight into the mind of a sculptor; I found this an exciting and easy read.” ~ Alan Nitikman
Enjoy Genesis in paperback, Kindle, or Audiobook today. ~
*****
Quent Cordair Fine Art, located in beautiful Napa, California, was established by artist Quent Cordair in 1996. As a premier provider of contemporary Romantic Realism in painting, sculpture, and drawing, QCFA has grown to serve an international clientele of private and corporate collectors. Explore our select offerings today at cordair.com. ~
We recently had the great pleasure and honor to present Dr. Leonard Peikoff with the 2018 QCFA Self-Made American Award. In justice, Dr. Peikoff has earned this and so much more. The text accompanying the award, first announced at the 2019 OCON in Cleveland, follows:
The Self-Made American Award, presented by our gallery, Quent Cordair Fine Art, is awarded annually to an individual who has exhibited exemplary independence, self-responsibility, perseverance, and courage in working to achieve personal and professional ambitions, building a good life, a better life, for himself, as left free to do under the protections provided by the U.S. Constitution.
The term “self-made man” usually denotes an individual who has pulled himself up by his bootstraps and made his way in life by his own hard work, having created his own material success and wealth. Indeed, the first two recipients of this award are exemplary businessmen and entrepreneurs. But as man is a being of self-made wealth and self-made soul, he is also, and even more importantly, a being of self-made mind. This year’s recipient is a man of the mind.
In her introduction to The Romantic Manifesto, Ayn Rand makes reference, metaphorically, to bridges, identifying Aquinas as an example, as having bridged Aristotle and the Renaissance, and herself as a bridge between the esthetic and cultural heights of the nineteenth century and anyone today willing to take up the cause of pursuing the ideal, the good, the rational, the right, the world as it could be and should be.
We are deeply indebted to those long, high bridges that span the millennia and centuries, but there are critical bridges across the narrower gaps and chasms too, across the intervening decades and years, bridges that can be no less crucial for those attempting to make their way through a wilderness of irrationality. Our award tonight goes to a man who has provided a bridge between Ayn Rand and the generations following, including a generation of which I am one. The man is an exceptional teacher, a splendid original thinker and communicator in his own right, and moreover, a stellar example of what an ambitious intellectual who is not Ayn Rand can be, what he can accomplish and achieve over a lifetime, when he sets his mind to it. There’s no doubt in my mind that Ayn Rand would be as proud of her student today as she was the day she wrote, in her introduction to The Ominous Parallels, “It is so wonderful to see a great, new, crucial achievement which is not mine” — to which I will add, “It is so wonderful to have seen, in my lifetime, a man who has built, sculpted, and shaped his mind and character in such a way that he has been able to accomplish all he has, in the way he has.”
This evening, we recognize the man not only for what he’s done and continues to do, but for providing the vision of what a man of the mind could be, should be, and is. We salute him for what he’s made himself to be.
In recognition and appreciation, the recipient of the 2018 QCFA Self-Made American Award is Dr. Leonard Peikoff.
*****
The spirit of the angeli del fango ~
Confronted with something beautiful, an ache deep inside springs up and begs me to ask myself: “Have you done your part in making the world more beautiful? Have you repaid the universe for all the beauty and meaning it has offered you? Have you done enough? Can love alone settle your debts?”
The world has given me endless beautiful things. What have I done to deserve it? What can I do now to deserve it? I know logically that perhaps there’s nothing I should, or can, do. But when something causes such a wealth of emotions, it is hard to just sit there.
This can be seen in any emotion. Beg yourself not to cry when you’re truly sad, not to laugh when you’re truly joyous, not to yell when you’re truly angry. It is impossible. I feel the same when I experience true beauty. But there is no obvious…
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Having chosen their course, they stood staring at the path ahead, the shadows lengthening. Only the near horizon was visible.
“Should we pray?” she offered.
“Prayer changes only the clock.”
“And the clock changes anyway.”
She reached for his hand.
“Let’s go then.”
“Let’s go.”
Join us FRIDAY JULY 6th & SATURDAY JULY 7th for a weekend of art, wine, music, drama, art history, music theory and more!
Reserve your seat for only $25 total cost. Call the gallery today. 707-255-2242
~ PROGRAM SUBJECT TO CHANGE ~
FRIDAY EVENING, 6 p.m. to 9 p.m.
A reception in the gallery, with excellent wine, splendid art, and live music on the grand piano by a platinum-award winning composer.
We are pleased and honored to announce that platinum-award winning composer/music producer Mars Lasar will be joining us at the grand piano Friday evening.
Born in Germany, raised in Australia, Mars Lasar is a prolific keyboardist and composer. Mars started playing piano at 11 years old, and over a few years of extensive classical and jazz training, he rapidly became drawn to all kinds of music. At 14, Mars began composing, recording and publishing his own music professionally.
The lovely and talented Tori Anna Sophia, Napa Valley singer/songwriter, American Idol contestant, is scheduled to join us to share a sampling from her Doris Day repertoire. Tori Anna was the top female finisher in Michael Feinstein’s Great American Songbook Highschool Vocal competition in 2012.
Our friends from Capp Heritage Vineyards will be offering complimentary tastings Friday evening for our guests. ~
SATURDAY 10:00-11:30 a.m.
Dianne Durante, PhD
“In the late 19th and early 20th century, the most capitalistic era in American history, it was considered normal that the immense popularity of Augustus Saint Gaudens, Frederick MacMonnies and Maxfield Parrish should earn them substantial wealth. MacMonnies’ annual income in the mid-1890s reputedly reached $300,000 (about $7.5 million today). In 1925, one of every four American homes had a print of Maxfield Parrish’s Daybreak.
“This lecture gives a brief overview of the life and notable works of Saint Gaudens, MacMonnies and Parrish, within the historical, political, economic and philosophical framework of the period between the Civil War and World War I. If you enjoy hearing about intelligent, hard-working, innovative, highly skilled and profit-minded men making piles of money by creating beautiful works of art, then this lecture is for you.”
Dianne Durante, PhD in Classical Philology, is an art historian, independent researcher, freelance writer, lecturer, and tour guide.
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SATURDAY 1:00-2:30 p.m.
Stephen Siek
“In 1943, Ayn Rand exposed the intensity with which the American Left sought to inject socialist propaganda into literature and film by observing, ‘In the last ten years, the Reds have done a good job of building up literary celebrities for their own purposes. … These celebrities then appear on Red committees, endorse Red causes, build up other Red names, and the racket works as the radicals’ best propaganda method. … Look how savagely they have defended the art field from all intrusions of conservatives. They know its value.’ But literature was not the only fine art which American leftists (supported spiritually, and often financially, by the Soviet Union) conspired to dominate, and the full story of how socialists worked from behind the scenes throughout the twentieth century to transform American classical music into an instrument of communist propaganda has never been told. In this presentation, the covert methods employed by statists to control this country’s concert artists, symphonies, opera, and even ballet companies will be explored with reference to specific case studies. Images and recorded excerpts will also be used to help illustrate the power of the philosophic ideas that govern the marketing of art—and their inevitable political consequences.”
Stephen Siek is a pianist, musicologist, and piano historian; former professor of music at Wittenberg University; author of England’s Piano Sage: The Life and Teachings of Tobias Matthay and A Dictionary for the Modern Pianist.
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SATURDAY 3:00-4:30 p.m.
David Berry
Based on the speaker’s monograph, which includes essays inspired by Objectivism on music. A brief overview of a theory of music esthetics, with time for interaction with the audience on issues of interest.
David Berry is the Professor of Music History, Theory and Composition at the School of the Arts/Petrie School of Music, Converse College
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SATURDAY 7 p.m.
Wine Tasting & Education with winemaker Chris Daniel
Learn the nuances of wine tasting with a winemaker who makes Viognier, Rose of Cabernet Sauvignon, Syrah, Malbec, Cabernet Sauvignon, and Petit Syrah.
Smell, swirl, taste, and ask questions.
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SATURDAY 7:45 p.m.
“An Uncomfortable Silence”A short play written by Quent Cordair, performed by Hunter Schaufel & Elizabeth Brazil.
Elizabeth Brazil is an 18 year old singer, songwriter, and actress from Vacaville, California. She has been in over 15 productions at her Alma mater, Justin-Siena High school. Her favorite roll was Miss Adelaide in her senior year production of Guys and Dolls. She plans on pursuing her Broadway dreams in the fall and will be attending Marymount Manhattan College in the heart of New York City, New York.
Hunter Schaufel is a dedicated actor and recent graduate of Justin-Siena High School, where he studied and performed under the direction of James Thomas Bailey and vocal director Vivian McLaughlin. He has benefited, additionally, from five years of vocal instruction under Connie Lisec and foundational instruction in dance under choreographer and teacher Lisa Clark Schmeling. He recently received top marks in his acting exam administered by the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art. Hunter looks forward to pursuing a career in product design and engineering, and is excited to begin classes as an undergraduate in the Georgia Institute of Technology’s mechanical engineering program in the fall.
SATURDAY 8:00 p.m.
Stephen Siek, piano
Thomas Shoebotham, cello
David Berry, Composer & Commentator
American conductor and cellist Thomas Shoebotham performs the Bach Suite for Solo Cello #1. Equally at home on the concert stage and in the opera and ballet pit, Thomas Shoebotham conducts frequently with professional, community, and youth ensembles, collaborating with notable singers, dancers, and instrumentalists to bring “rousing, colorful” presentations to a variety of audiences.
Stephen Siek performs works for piano by Borodin, Scriabin, Reinagle, and a reprise of David Berry’s “Cordair Gallery” Suite, inspired by art in the gallery, first performed on the 2008 QCFA Arts Cruise.
Touching the Surface (Tom Seirak)
Henry’s Night Out (Quent Cordair)
Prometheus (Danielle Anjou)
Young Builder (Bryan Larsen)
Gaia’s Breath (Martin Eichinger)
The Anchorage (Bryan Larsen)
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SUNDAY 10 a.m.
Mimosas, coffee, delectable treats, and of course art!
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~ PROGRAM SUBJECT TO CHANGE ~
Napa Lodging: A special discount has been arranged at the beautiful new Archer Hotel located across the street from the gallery. Find availability and rates at https://archerhotel.com/napa/book/quent-cordair-fine-art
Additional lodging can be found that weekend starting at approximately $160 per night (at the time of this post) at other area hotels and bed and breakfasts. Groups of friends might consider an AirBnB home rental.
Attendees will receive goodie bags filled with local coupons, dining information, and sightseeing options.
Let us know if you would like to explore Napa while you are here and we can connect you with delicious wine-tasting opportunities at some of our favorite places.
Check back for additional program updates, lodging, dining and sightseeing suggestions.
For more information call Linda Cordair at 707-255-2242 or visit our event Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/events/172009640082042/.
“The words always flowed though, somehow, as though they were hidden in some old dusty chamber of my mind, a treasure-chest of thoughts, connected, somehow, to my fingers -knowing exactly when I held a pen, or touched the keyboard- to come rolling down, like precious pearls and rubies, and be embedded in ink forever.
“Ah words– beautiful words; old words; heard words; forgotten words; dismissed words; loved words; lost words; new words; magical words; this word and that word… rushing out on paper to fulfill their destiny, to be read, to be heard, to be felt and to be honoured.
“Words can beautify the everyday ugliness, mask and sugarcoat the humdrum of routine, brighten the dull and silver the grey… Is there anything more exquisite?
“And that is precisely why the writer writes, robed in words, to be undressed by some insightful reader who beholds the raw, pure truth behind the veil of words, and loves it in all its ugliness, and all its eloquence; knowing every secret, and extracting every ounce of wisdom from it; knowing every fear, and taking heart from it; knowing every darkness, to believe in the light; and seeing every bit of reality, covered in fiction and sweet rhyme; for words connect souls, and it is only through words, that one can be vulnerable enough to be truly known, truly understood and truly loved….”
I read somewhere that one should never sit to write without an idea of what one is going to; yet ever since that really young age, when I began letting my demons out in ink, I always found myself venturing out on the journey of words without a predetermined thought, or a preconceived destination, or any clue as to what I was really on to… I do not know if that makes me a really brave or a really stupid writer- maybe both; the line is pretty thin anyway.
Maybe it was the smell of printed books, the exhilarating shuffling of pages, the feel of ink-stained fingers that goaded me on – the inner me, the core of my soul, always knowing what she was doing – I being just the physical channel.
The words always flowed though, somehow, as though they were hidden in some old dusty chamber…
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A good blog post by the Hyacinth Girl, in which I’m quoted. It opens,
“Scrolling through my Twitter feed the other day, I came across this picture posted by the History in Pictures account. It’s a box of wedding rings found by liberators at a concentration camp in 1945. Each ring belonged to a person, and each person disappeared into the camps….”
http://www.thehyacinthgrrrl.com/2017/12/individualism.html
As It Should Be 