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In Praise of Bombast
In Praise of Bombast
In Praise of Bombast
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In this book, self and non-self coalesce, dance and journey into darkness on their separate ways, opening doors to inner realms of consciousness, ultimately connecting us to the joy of simply breathing and the wonderment of dreams.

CRAIG RUTTLE’S BIO BY CRAIG RUTTLE: My poems have been heard in few places and applauded in none. But the last time I recited aloud in the bathtub, I am certain I heard the Devil laugh. And the Angel who always accompanies me shed a tear. Craig’s second book of poetry: “IN PRAISE OF BOMBAST – New and Selected Poems” (Silver Bow Publishing 2018).

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Release dateOct 14, 2018
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In Praise of Bombast
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Craig Wilson Ruttle

In this book, self and non-self coalesce, dance and journey into darkness on their separate ways, opening doors to inner realms of consciousness, ultimately connecting us to the joy of simply breathing and the wonderment of dreams.

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    In Praise of Bombast - Craig Wilson Ruttle

    Title: In Praise of Bombast New & Selected Poems

    Author: Craig Wilson Ruttle

    Front Cover Art: by Harold Herbert Elliott

    Smashwords Edition 2018

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    For Rose

    The lovely, lovely Lady …

    "In honor of the lady,

    Who makes potatoes grow."

    ~ Vachel Lindsay

    Other Books by Craig Wilson Ruttle

    So If I Built a Bird's-nest In the Middle of the Light,

    Ekstasis Editions (Palimscest Press)1986

    720 Sixth Street, Box # 5

    New Westminster, BC

    CANADA V3l3c5

    All rights reserved including the right to reproduce or translate this book

    or any portions thereof, in any form without the permission of the publisher. Except for the use of short passages for review purposes, no part of this book may be reproduced, in part or in whole, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronically or mechanically, including photocopying, recording, or any information or storage retrieval system without prior permission in writing from the publisher or a licence from the Canadian Copyright Collective Agency (Access Copyright)

    Issued in print and electronic formats.

    ISBN 978-1-927616-87-1 (softcover).-ISBN 978-1-927616-90-1 (PDF)

    Dear Adam:

    In spite of my daytime amnesia, last night unable to sleep I remembered: Once I aspired to poetry. I breathed deeply and sprouted wings and flew above the dark and dank and heartbroken city. Thru the eyes of a newly born poet, dark - though lit by 12,000 televisions and 23,000 computers. Dank, of course, because of this incessant rain. I flew above Vancouver and fell in love with the soft trilling of my translucent wings; fell in love with the cold moist clouds.

    Grief encircled my heart like a lover's hand - and membranes opened one after another, uncovering this lonely eye in my forehead.

    I could see beyond the false light of 100,000 artificial dawns, beyond the infinite distractions promised by newly acquired goods that Vancouver, boasting one of the World's most beautiful natural harbours, the highest real estate prices in Canada, $20.00 -a-throw drug addicted Hookers, the realized promises of Expo 86 and the 2010 Olympic Games; beautiful Vancouver where I have chosen to raise my family, seen from Heaven at 4 a.m. - is a black mold growing on the bread of life; ugly and squalid: roadways, bicycle lanes, high-rises, houses, cars, bridges, airports, casinos, trains..., spreading like cancer, devouring everything,- except Stanley park, wreck beach, and a bronze sculpture of windswept bones in Q.E. park. 

    I wept for the isolated trees unable to clasp their own species roots, never to forest.

    However Adam there is hope. I saw that awake or dreaming there burned inside each human soul a tiny candle of uninhibited sorrow: a tiny fragment of Eve and you, from the days in the Garden; and I realized I am not the only one dissatisfied with the way things are.

    My faith, old friend, has been restored.

    Contents

    Dear Adam

    SPRING 

    The argument

    Juvenile delinquents

    The angels of sunshine are singing

    The blue heron

    Moo moo moove along

    Homage to 911

    I accuse myself of crimes against humanity 

    In praise of bombast

    Sonata: I walked out one evening

    The Dude

    The Devil drove a big black car

    Horror (The Dictator)

    Unborn souls receive their human hands

    The house of my body

    Fata Morgana

    My grandmother in her running shoes 2

    Several dreams lately

    We must take care of the frozen people

    To the vanishing middle class

    I've forgotten my poem

    Crow calls from the balsam fir

    The joyous dead

    The wise woman claps

    You me they we

    Slowly, slowly I love her

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