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Telling Time by the Shadows

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Without exception poetry pulls a person out of their cognitive and emotional equilibrium, and given that, it is never surprising to find that poetry is always surprising. It is always innovative and as such, refreshing. It is the antithesis of the conservative, always forsaking and rejecting the past. It is conceptual blending at its best, and in poetry the reader can extract exclusively and arbitrarily from the written text. Pure anarchy of thought is possible, even desirable.

This book is poetry par excellence. Within its pages, the reader can lay his beliefs on their deathbed, greet the author with a translated handshake, with the translation possibly indiscernible and idiosyncratic. The reader can find herself stranded in the text, and never to be saved purely by a tale, but can find his path via the author's paved mental roads. The reader can gasp for breath as if drowning, not in water but in words, but there is always just enough air, and the reader's feelings can be momentarily suspended, only to find them again hyperactive and delightfully out of control. With the book covers open and the pages turning the reader's feelings will be a combinatorics of sensations, arbitrarily entangled with each other, and will encounter an effective statistical sample of the uncountable cardinality of (poetic) truths, and will be blown by strong symbolic winds from one mood to another.