To read on or to let go? Are you relaxed about the way things are, or are you up in arms, disenchanted with instant gratification of mass media? Have you tried reading a contrarians book lately? Are you in search of a bolshies poem? Do you dare to question, such as what, if anything, is correct about political correctness; what is level about level economical playing fields; what is rational about economical rationalism; how come 0.1 percent owns half of just about everything? Il caro compagnero, do you feel we are being had?
The Bitter Harvest combining author's literary output since 2010 in three distinct parts touches on running sores of our society. Two short Australiana novels form PART ONE: 'The Wombat Flats Cotton Farm', and 'The Fortune Seekers' guide the reader to parts of the Outback tourists are not likely see; home to a breed of rugged colourful individuals ready to defend their turf from enchroaching Big Money and punishing weather by all means at hand.. PART TWO, the poetry section beginns with 'The American Trilogy'' daring to ask taboo questions. Whereto did the trillions vanish in the GFC smoke? Remaining poems are reflections from the heart and soul of a common pilgrim. PART THREE in 'Borneo Desert' presents a dark prediction for the near planet's future, as seen through the eyes of a scientist cum adventurer. who had done his homework. In the final analysis we can only expect to reap what we sow-thence the Bitter Harvest.
Hey Ares vampire blood thirsty Lord of War stay clear of these shores when is enough enough you dont seem to know. On second thought better still, sod off and never come back on Earth at all, -ere you do, come clean, where only laid are the bones of our slain young men? It is an uncompromising stand against rampant militarisam that seems of late to have gone on a record expenditure in re-armement of already bloated arsenals that can destroy civilisation ten times over. Why? The idea of first strike advantage (FSA) is the leitmotive here. Catch the other side first with their pants down, as long as we 'win' who cares about collateral damage. The probability of this ending up badly is rated even at present by military insiders at double figures, and the fact it's being openly discussed is bad enough. The real consequences? Try the book and you may get an idea.
Included in the anthology are previously published poems contained within SECTOR#7 and of Ares and Men, also Sketches and Reflections of 2012. This covers in full the poetic output of the author since 2009. The overall design is a deliberate step away from the abstract modern poetry preoccupied with syllabic dissection and abstract notions to the intentional exclusion of tangible subjects. Modern poetry isn't supposed to make sense, we're told, and it is more a play with words and sounds. The free-flowing style here, whilst of variable meter, does no more than serve the purpose. Substance rule over style first and last. It is how it used be before modernists turned it on the head. In this book, preoccupation is with here and now; real people in all kinds of predicament and lifelike situations. It will be instantly recognized. It comes down on sham democracy, war mongers, banksters, and other vermin. Spared is none, least of all the author himself. His sporting inadequacies exposed for one should tickle the funny bone. Above all, the book is an antiwar crusade. On second level, it is on side of those creating the wealth, not those cashing in on the fat spoils. It is poetry of the common man in the street. Enough for young and old and young at heart
Adventurous having been through wars, depressions and the rest what I see coming next, I find scary beyond measure. I see rampant vandalism and war mongering prevailing over sanity. I see our green planet changing to deforested desert, our seas and rivers polluted with Cyano-algae killing fauna and a grossly over-populated planet. Running out of clean water we already observe all over Africa people fighting like wild dogs for scraps left over. Oh, the Chinese in your eye sabre rattling, technology theft and the rest for which we in the West have largely to blame naïve Captains of industry, the morons who went to build factories in China and left legions out of jobs at home.
Max Horvat,our anti-hero ex scientist cum free lance reporter manages to escape the torture masters in a communist jail to find himself in the West all at sea. He signs up for a South African gold mine working underground. A mine accident where he renders capably first help saves life of a Polish mining engineer Adam Malik,later to become Dr Malik and one of the leading gold explorer geologists in Africa. War once more breaks out in the Balkans. Mark's homeland Croatia is being invaded by its arch enemy Serbia. Threatening the ultimate disaster,Max with his younger brother volunteer with many others to fight. They are thrown into the worst of it. Defence of the city of Vukovar. He is one of a few survivors,and manages to take a boat ride though the fogged up Danube into Hungary. Along the way his brother Kresho is cut to pieces in a real act of butchery by Serb nationalist the Chetniks. Max gets there in time to watch his brothers mutilated body begging to finish him off. The memory of this never lets go and gives Max nightmares for the rest of his life. Worse is to come. Returning to Zagreb in Croatia he gets promoted and dispatched to fight on in a free for all Bosnia's war. He refuses to go until he finds his only child Daria is in a Serbs concentration camp. More war,more senseless stupid butchery .Our anti-hero refuses further promotion and the medals. Sick of war he finds Australia on the map. As far away as possible! And still the memories and nightmares linger on to torment Max. There he saves up enough to buy an ageing sloop and sets out on a voyage to his birth place,the island of Mljet in the Adriatic. Once more nothing goes to plan. Far from it. In fact,the real adventure begins in his dropping anchor in Zanzibar Harbour. Here an Arab Christian damsel in distress and confrontation with a shady gun runner Hamoud ensue in a high drama,until only one of them remains . Max's yacht Sounion is sunk in Farquhar Lagoon Seychelles, and he arrested and sentenced for illegal entry and manslaughter with diminished responsibility. He gets out of jail in four years having served half of the sentence due to what must be the luckiest of breaks,and rejoins the human race as a man reborn. In act four he meets Vivian de Viliers a Science Master and the two hit it off. Vivian's twin sisters form a "Sisterhood Circle",draw the men in,which unravels in unforeseen developments. Other lively characters join in. Ian McLarty a dying mining engineer for one. Max is on overload. The black dog won't let go. He is about to blow his brains out .With Vivian delivering a black baby the last straw. Only last minute intervention of the Circle members saves Max at the end of his sufferings and determined to end it all by committing suicide.
It is poetry cast in modern themes of our age, situations and characters sampled over Australia, The Med, Africa and US. It deals with topics modern poets shy away from, it is about life here and now, it could not get more contemporary nor more relevent. It is above all poetry of the common man and an anti-war crusade and aghast at the permissive ways of the Big Money.. Along the way reader may also indulge in some comical scenes. And last if not least, it should hopefully encourage younger poets to shake off restricting shackles of modern poetry, and engage in issues of the day that matter, as poets of earlier times did so well. Rudyard Kipling just to mention one; a giant figure in English poetry fallen out of favour, or the Antepodean 'bush poets' Banjo Paterson and Henry Lawson both of whom describe their time better than most historians could.
Included in the anthology are previously published poems contained within SECTOR#7 and of Ares and Men, also Sketches and Reflections of 2012. This covers in full the poetic output of the author since 2009. The overall design is a deliberate step away from the abstract modern poetry preoccupied with syllabic dissection and abstract notions to the intentional exclusion of tangible subjects. Modern poetry isnt supposed to make sense, were told, and it is more a play with words and sounds. The free-flowing style here, whilst of variable meter, does no more than serve the purpose. Substance rule over style first and last. It is how it used be before modernists turned it on the head. In this book, preoccupation is with here and now; real people in all kinds of predicament and lifelike situations. It will be instantly recognized. It comes down on sham democracy, war mongers, banksters, and other vermin. Spared is none, least of all the author himself. His sporting inadequacies exposed for one should tickle the funny bone. Above all, the book is an antiwar crusade. On second level, it is on side of those creating the wealth, not those cashing in on the fat spoils. It is poetry of the common man in the street. Enough for young and old and young at heart
The Bitter Harvest combining author's literary output since 2010 in three distinct parts touches on running sores of our society. Two short Australiana novels form PART ONE: 'The Wombat Flats Cotton Farm', and 'The Fortune Seekers' guide the reader to parts of the Outback tourists are not likely see; home to a breed of rugged colourful individuals ready to defend their turf from enchroaching Big Money and punishing weather by all means at hand.. PART TWO, the poetry section beginns with 'The American Trilogy'' daring to ask taboo questions. Whereto did the trillions vanish in the GFC smoke? Remaining poems are reflections from the heart and soul of a common pilgrim. PART THREE in 'Borneo Desert' presents a dark prediction for the near planet's future, as seen through the eyes of a scientist cum adventurer. who had done his homework. In the final analysis we can only expect to reap what we sow-thence the Bitter Harvest.
It is poetry cast in modern themes of our age, situations and characters sampled over Australia, The Med, Africa and US. It deals with topics modern poets shy away from, it is about life here and now, it could not get more contemporary nor more relevent. It is above all poetry of the common man and an anti-war crusade and aghast at the permissive ways of the Big Money.. Along the way reader may also indulge in some comical scenes. And last if not least, it should hopefully encourage younger poets to shake off restricting shackles of modern poetry, and engage in issues of the day that matter, as poets of earlier times did so well. Rudyard Kipling just to mention one; a giant figure in English poetry fallen out of favour, or the Antepodean 'bush poets' Banjo Paterson and Henry Lawson both of whom describe their time better than most historians could.
Adventurous having been through wars, depressions and the rest what I see coming next, I find scary beyond measure. I see rampant vandalism and war mongering prevailing over sanity. I see our green planet changing to deforested desert, our seas and rivers polluted with Cyano-algae killing fauna and a grossly over-populated planet. Running out of clean water we already observe all over Africa people fighting like wild dogs for scraps left over. Oh, the Chinese in your eye sabre rattling, technology theft and the rest for which we in the West have largely to blame naïve Captains of industry, the morons who went to build factories in China and left legions out of jobs at home.
Hey Ares vampire blood thirsty Lord of War stay clear of these shores when is enough enough you dont seem to know. On second thought better still, sod off and never come back on Earth at all, -ere you do, come clean, where only laid are the bones of our slain young men? It is an uncompromising stand against rampant militarisam that seems of late to have gone on a record expenditure in re-armement of already bloated arsenals that can destroy civilisation ten times over. Why? The idea of first strike advantage (FSA) is the leitmotive here. Catch the other side first with their pants down, as long as we 'win' who cares about collateral damage. The probability of this ending up badly is rated even at present by military insiders at double figures, and the fact it's being openly discussed is bad enough. The real consequences? Try the book and you may get an idea.
Max Horvat,our anti-hero ex scientist cum free lance reporter manages to escape the torture masters in a communist jail to find himself in the West all at sea. He signs up for a South African gold mine working underground. A mine accident where he renders capably first help saves life of a Polish mining engineer Adam Malik,later to become Dr Malik and one of the leading gold explorer geologists in Africa. War once more breaks out in the Balkans. Mark's homeland Croatia is being invaded by its arch enemy Serbia. Threatening the ultimate disaster,Max with his younger brother volunteer with many others to fight. They are thrown into the worst of it. Defence of the city of Vukovar. He is one of a few survivors,and manages to take a boat ride though the fogged up Danube into Hungary. Along the way his brother Kresho is cut to pieces in a real act of butchery by Serb nationalist the Chetniks. Max gets there in time to watch his brothers mutilated body begging to finish him off. The memory of this never lets go and gives Max nightmares for the rest of his life. Worse is to come. Returning to Zagreb in Croatia he gets promoted and dispatched to fight on in a free for all Bosnia's war. He refuses to go until he finds his only child Daria is in a Serbs concentration camp. More war,more senseless stupid butchery .Our anti-hero refuses further promotion and the medals. Sick of war he finds Australia on the map. As far away as possible! And still the memories and nightmares linger on to torment Max. There he saves up enough to buy an ageing sloop and sets out on a voyage to his birth place,the island of Mljet in the Adriatic. Once more nothing goes to plan. Far from it. In fact,the real adventure begins in his dropping anchor in Zanzibar Harbour. Here an Arab Christian damsel in distress and confrontation with a shady gun runner Hamoud ensue in a high drama,until only one of them remains . Max's yacht Sounion is sunk in Farquhar Lagoon Seychelles, and he arrested and sentenced for illegal entry and manslaughter with diminished responsibility. He gets out of jail in four years having served half of the sentence due to what must be the luckiest of breaks,and rejoins the human race as a man reborn. In act four he meets Vivian de Viliers a Science Master and the two hit it off. Vivian's twin sisters form a "Sisterhood Circle",draw the men in,which unravels in unforeseen developments. Other lively characters join in. Ian McLarty a dying mining engineer for one. Max is on overload. The black dog won't let go. He is about to blow his brains out .With Vivian delivering a black baby the last straw. Only last minute intervention of the Circle members saves Max at the end of his sufferings and determined to end it all by committing suicide.
To read on or to let go? Are you relaxed about the way things are, or are you up in arms, disenchanted with instant gratification of mass media? Have you tried reading a contrarians book lately? Are you in search of a bolshies poem? Do you dare to question, such as what, if anything, is correct about political correctness; what is level about level economical playing fields; what is rational about economical rationalism; how come 0.1 percent owns half of just about everything? Il caro compagnero, do you feel we are being had?
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