life of a thousand cuts

E.J. is recommending that I make RONIN IN THE TEMPLE OF APHRODITE available as both a book and an audiobook (and maybe as a set of the two together? why not?) when it arrives this November.

We shall see.

I've decided to focus on the poems in THE MORGANTOW SUITE POEMS for my reading/appearance for West Virginia Day at Barne & Noble (C. make little squeaky noises at that suggestion...she likes it when I add to her mystique...she may even be there). So I will make sure that it is amongst the poems I read. I am hoping to make this big.

Now with the CD in post-production, piped for the June 9th release date, I can focus on new Herculean tasks...like the four books I'm due to release in the next 14 months.

The two due by Christmas:

101 GREAT EROTIC POEMS is a fait accompli. It is going to be an hot seller, and deservedly so...I'm unleashing a beast that has been harnessed for years, the intellectual equivalent of an intracardial injection of Viagra in combination with electroconvulsive therapy and a full-lipped kiss by the succubus of your choice. I'll catch some crap for this volume, but to that I must state, unequivocally, to my worthy critics: Bite me.

RONIN IN THE TEMPLE OF APHRODITE is taking shape nicely...I am pleased. From the heart, rather than the loins. And a powerful manifesto of the romantic, poetic way of life. Faith is not faith in easy times. Belief in anything, be it deity or love or woman, is proven on the battlefields of the soul, where the true believer is the warrior with the deepest cuts and the most ancient scars who still stands in harm's way, begging the fates to turn a raging countenance towards him, one more time. A life of a thousand cuts, each mark worn as noble proof of a purifying couer rage.