In every step we walk and in all the words we talk, creativity flows perpetually all around us. When it's noted by open eyes and minds and hearts, these encounters are transformed into art - wide open for wonderment. So we've invited some fine musical artists to harness their powers of expression and collated them for your viewing pleasure. Think of it as little glimpse from an alternate standpoint into the inspired minds of the artists you love.
Selected Poems by Indie Rock Stars lets you experience these colourful souls through poetry, stories and prose. Their up-top think tanks are open for exhibition, sans the usual musical accompaniment, simply presented in black and white word combos detailing the object of their attention from a moment gone, but captured.
We invite you to get comfy and immerse yourself into the shoes of this diverse range of talented folk and see if they can't transport you to a place where things are a little different, if only for a moment.
Here are a couple of the poems to whet your appetite...
If one day I beg my wife
to help me end a rotting life
of pain, despair, decay,
why should you have your say?
Why does my abject desperation
spark such nosy consternation
in the prigs and the pious,
tooled up with holy bias?
Dignity is all I crave,
to ease into my ordained grave,
while you'd enforce a tortured crawl
of no consequence to you at all.
Are you saving me from Hellish fire
by denying me my last desire?
A life lived well can't be undone,
and should God exist, He owes me one.
A cosmic lump sits in her throat. She tries to open her eyes but from an unknown source a blinding glow surrounds her. She raises her forearm to shield her eyes and cowers back into the bushes. Here, among the trees, she crouches low to the ground and pulls her purple hoodie up over her head. Under the fleece, she opens her eyes to an eggplant darkness and feels at the fresh scrapes on her knees as she dusts small pebbles from her skin. She is not afraid; after the incident, this is all so trivial. Suddenly, the light fades away. She pulls her sweatshirt back down over her shoulders to look at the world around her. Everything appears unchanged: the forest floor, green with ferns that tickle her calves, last autumn's leaves crin- kling under her feet as she walks back towards the road.
The book features original written works of poetry & prose from the following artists...