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File Liam oConchobhair: Poetry Predictions Premonitions Presentiments
POETRY BY WILLIAM O'CONNOR: THE "CHANTER" SERIES OF POETRY
Be subject to neither church nor crown.
Dread naught. Disdain none: Not One!
Absent That That Is, there's Nothing.
That That Is, IS. That That's Not, IS, too.
That That's Not makes That That Is: IS.
Wind + Water = Wave. As THOUGHT is
Precognitive Prescient Prophetic Poetry by WILLIAM O'CONNOR
Sunday, November 6, 2011
That
Yes. That! Used to have answers. Don't have any anymore. Gone away.
Gone away from me. They don't listen. They got them something to say.
Fat men talking of sports they could never play, knowing nothing of skill;
A tired people, speaking of tiresome events, over and over, looped again.
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- William O'Connor
DRUID: Poet-Lyricist author of "CHANTER III: Poems & Lyrics," http://www.heart-
healingthechariotway.blogspot. Poetry book found at http://www.amazon.com/dp/com 1468112589 Published both DRUID books: HEART-HEALING The Chariot Way and The Chariot Way The Dream of Crom on AmazonKindle. Am also working on two long poems titled "The Red and the White," and "Blue Mountain Blues," concerning Druid mysticism and humanity's mythic origins, set in Dingle, County Kerry, Ireland, as well as an extended series of Gothic steam-punk urban science fantasy novels, entitled: "Blue-Sun," that deal with some unintended epi-genetic aspects concerning the philosophy and theology of humanity's evolution, set in the far future of Peekskill, New York, (which is where I now reside and write). Writing is great fun. I love the act of writing, just in itself, and MS-Word makes it so very easy to write and Amazon makes it so very easy to publish whatever one writes. Writing is what I've decided to do for the rest of my life so do expect to see lots and lots of fantasy science fiction book future series from me. In addition, I am now also engaged in the process of publishing "The Cliffs and Their Caves," a collection of the very many ancient Celtic cave bear children's stories from Ballydavid Head, Dingle, Kerry, Ireland. These are all very ancient. These may possibly represent the first type of children's stories. I am the sole owner of Rothcroi Publications, my only publisher, and I use Amazon as my sole distribution channel. For any who might be interested in my publishing method, I compose my poems directly on my Blog. I do that so I know how the poem looks electronically and these "Blog Poems" constitute my unedited first drafts. When I have enough Blog poems, I then go edit them in MS Word and, after the edit is finished, save it as a PDF file; then go on to publish a paperback, as well as an e-version, of the book. My aim is to have my poetry readily accessible on any handheld electronic device or on any smartphone screen: Poetry should fit its screen! That's my goal and my ambition, as I know and foresee mobile wireless hand-held speech-enabled devices, such as smartphones and tablet e-readers, are the near future for poetry. Eventually, these devices shall be improving their translating capability; so that any work in any language and in any dialect, will be available to any audience in that audience's own particular idiom: All works for all people in their own tongue! That's the goal. All my work is intended to be deliberately provocative, or I would not be writing any of it otherwise; so, criticism is only fair. When criticizing and commenting about any of my poems, please cite the entire poem, and not just a small snippet, as each poem is intended to work as an entire, whole, independent, emotional entity; completely separate and distinct from the rest. Also please get the title and author's name correct! Aside from the poetic art, I'm still working on my bare-knuckle Celtic-Boxing skills for the physical bodily aspect (Peekskill has a good Boxing Club), and I'm still avidly practicing the Dingle-Druid religious way (all those bird postures) for the mental psychic aspect. Just to clarify, the reason I use this particular graphic, and not a photograph, is because of a vision I had when I was three. The graphic is a very near representation of that. For those who lack visions, my work is probably not for you, for I'm Druid; so the graphic does have a direct relevance. Because of their high royalty rates, I'm using Kindle Direct Publishing's KDP Select as my only agency for distribution. It means all future works of mine will be available upon any Google Android electronic device bearing the KINDLE APP; look there for them! Please look for all of my work on the Amazon Kindles as they shall be available upon them all. Poems are phone calls dialed directly into the listener's heart, for the writing and the reciting of poetry is drinking from the cup of immortality.

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