let there be TRUTH
Posted by William F. DeVault | Filed under Mariya Andriychuk, TRUTH
I said I would, or might, share the titular track from my next CD, TRUTH, with you here.
So, here it is.
And yes, I am working of several possible cover designs for the CD, featuring the photography of Mariya Andriychuk, if I can just get her to keep some clothes on long enough…or not. Maybe it is time I really put out some naked reads.
Sensible Horizon
Posted by William F. DeVault | Filed under Journal, Mariya Andriychuk, Poetry
My friend and occasional muse, Mariya, posted a self-portrait on a site we both frequent and it inspired the following poem. I’d post the picture here, but I am trying to keep to a PG-13 rating. She loved the poem, I am grateful for the inspiration.
Sensible Horizon
I want to see beyond the edge of the world
leaving behind the sensible horizon
to reach for all I ever wanted, all that haunted me
when a child, dreaming of where I would be
one day, when grown and owning my destiny.
The sun touches me and I feel it warm me.
The light like a lover’s hands, never tired
of touching me to tell me of desire constant.
The heat, like earnest words and thoughts
given to me to bear me to the edge of the world,
to the sensible horizon, where there you wait.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
On the 8th Day of Christmas
Posted by William F. DeVault | Filed under Journal, Mariya Andriychuk
My true love gave to me…
8 angels singing…
Thanks to my angel, Mariya, for her continued contribution in this whim of mine. This photo of her, and subsequent photo manipulation, is one we have discussed using as a book cover.
On the Third Day of Christmas
Posted by William F. DeVault | Filed under Journal, Mariya Andriychuk
On the Third Day of Christmas my true love gave to me
three soft hugs
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…
Infinite thanks to Mariya Andriychuk for her contribution of her self and her photography to Day Three…
boomlet: creative partnership
Posted by William F. DeVault | Filed under Journal, Mariya Andriychuk, News
Just an announcement. I am beginning the revisions to williamfdevault.com to pull it into a fuller configuration, with more graphics, more recordings and downloadable texts.
I have just "closed escrow" with my gifted and lovely friend, Ukrainian photographer Mariya Andryichuk, to provide the primary photos for the flavour of the site, you’ll understand more clearly once it is up and flying. Many, many thanks to her. You can check out some of her portfolio at deviantart.com, just be aware that some of her work on that site is comprised of nudes and will be blacked out if you are not a member (membership is free).
Mariya has contributed previously to all my sites and works as a freelance photographer and graphics designer. No, there is no "personal connection" involved. Nyah! That is her work and her, in the flesh, in the enclosed picture.
I am looking forward to pulling focus on this move and am grateful to Mariya for her enthusiasm and inspiration.
over the next 72 hours
Posted by William F. DeVault | Filed under Appearances, Dan McTaggart, Family, Journal, Muses, Video contest, West Virginia, contests, peacat
According to various sources, including myself, my web hosting company (web.com), my publisher, my friend Dan McTaggart, the remaining judges for the TVC2008 who have not yet gotten their votes in to me (harrumph), Barnes & Noble, my parents, my sibs, the media, my sons, one of my ex wives and two or three inspirationally-gifted friends, the next three days of my life should unfold with some of the following milestones.
Tomorrow we will announce the winner of the TVC2008. Mass hysteria will abound as we announce the TVC2009.
peacat.com will vanish, by midnight tonight. If no one with greater claim to the name asks for it before the registration runs out next year, it will go back on the open market.
I will give three two-hour readings at Barnes & Noble in Morgantown, WV, Sunday (10-12, 1-3, 4-6) with the assistance of the amazing Dan McTaggart, who co-authored Psalms of the Monster River Cult with me. I don’t think they could handle the intensity of the Long Beach reads, so I am trying to strike a balance.
Michael Phelps will win two more Olympic Gold Medals.
I will add ten more pieces to williamfdevault.com. Someone will blast me for the lovely nudity that is interspersed with the other artwork on the site. I will feel bad that I am being criticized, but will soldier on.
I will hear from someone out of an unexpected quarter.
I will write something inexplicably charming.
I will announce sometime today…oops, already did, that some of the Fields of Arbol pieces appearing on Amomancer will find their way onto williamfdevault.com.
Some doucebag will leave a stupid (definition: willfully ignorant), presumptive and irrelevant comment on one of my blogs.
I will drive over 500 miles in the next three days. I will still be alive Monday morning.
I will have dinner with my family on Saturday, and visit with my Grandmother, who is 96…bearing down on 97 next month.
I will discover a fantastic new muse.
moving beyond memory
Posted by William F. DeVault | Filed under Affirmation, Journal, Poetry, Psyche
Not possible.
To move beyond memory, one must forget who they are, where they have been and what they have experienced. A persistent vegetative state might make it so, but that’s not a status I have devoutly wished for in this life.
Today is August 14th. It is a crossroads date (someone with my sense of time and history has man) as it is the anniversary of one or more events, that cross paths in my understanding of the world I live in. My birthday is August 16th, Psyche’s is August 12th. For the five years we were together, we tended to celebrate on the 14th as a compromise date.
There are other things that have occurred on Thursdays, on the 14th of a month, even on August 14th, and in my morning contemplations it is remarkable to remember some of them and close circles and utter words to keep promises (I may be slow, often, as I forget or am distracted or given rationale to forget, but I generally get around to those oaths I have made) that I have made, in good faith, altered only by the external forces I have no control over.
In that context, you may want to check out a new poem I posted this morning on Amomancer entitled the mantra of severing, which is about keeping promises, even ancient ones, when they are recalled. There will be those who believe they know of what I speak, but to imagine that, in my entire life, I have only walked one road with one companion to one end and made one promise…that would be a very blissful life, and chaos still calls.
I once wrote that "memory is the curse of those who care". It leads us to a terrible and an arrogant place, where we think the world sees with our eyes and feels with our hearts, and knows us. When I was a child I used to blow my mind by trying to contemplate infinity, but one day I hit upon something more incredible to contemplate: There are billions of people on this planet, most (if not all) of them leading lives as experientially, intellectually and emotionally complex as our own. That many thoughts, that many emotions, that many dreams, and God knows them all, and I can never even know for sure my own heart.
We never move beyond memory. At best, we acknowledge the sprained ankle of life and adjust to the limping.
~so while hanging out in your corner...