The Necessity of Symbols is now ready to order from the Amazon E Store at $5.99
and will then be listed on Amazon in a week or so.
The Kindle edition will be available within 24 hrs. at $3.99. I'm making it available at a special Kindle Matchbook price of $1.99 when you also purchase the paperback.
Even though it's poetry, you should find it approachable. As usual, strict Christians balk at the sensuality of my work, and those with allergies to spirituality in any form balk at the spiritual core.
Here's the Foreword:
Foreword: What Body?
You still believe the body is a temple for the spirit? Then read Thomas Ramey Watson and be delighted and appalled with him! The Necessity of Symbols plays again and again on the sacredness of the body—the body in love, the body in ecstasy of spirit and memory, even the body of Christ in communion.
Like the forgotten troubadours, the poet gives a credible poetic ground that loving the beloved’s body is close to loving God, or at least appreciating the universe. “Knot Intrinsicate” celebrates a woman’s power:
I am seventeen—
you, soft-voiced Guenevere.
But a Russian doll,
you held inside Mary,
hawk of Catholicism,
salad of the crescent world:
In a long poem that summarizes loss of job, loss of wife, loss of environment (Colorado), the poet holds psalms and songs in memory step by step of the way, shoring up the many threats to his spiritual life (“A Book of Hours”):
stayed on echoes:
whether one eats
In the poem, “Holy Communion,” the poet does not scruple to equate the host with two lovers, who, as the poem progresses are separated, however, with the finite limits between them implicitly contrasted to God’s infinite love: “Broken from you, / I am set on a shelf.” However, the lover remains an inspiration:
past the fragrance of ankles and thighs,
lingering on chest and neck, to pause
on tiny moles like cinnamon
sprinkled about your mouth
that explored with words, and tongue,
and smile, then to those eyes,
brown as buttered crust on fresh-baked bread;
still I hear your voice, yeasty, low.
These are fine points of a book with a broad sweep—poems about family, poems contrasting the poet’s native Denver with the signal cultural meccas of Europe, poems most often of joy. The range is admirable and the poems intricate and dedicated to spiritual growth, with creation the touchstone where reality is tested and embodied.
Alan Naslund, author of Silk Weather
The Kindle version of The Necessity of Symbols is now available on Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Necessity-Sym...sity+of+Symbols
Hey, you who like detective work. One of the poems in the collection is about my having breakfast with Vanessa Redgrave some times ago. Can you figure out which one it is? There are clues in the text.
Yesterday I had the pleasure of talking with Tom Martino on his radio show "The Troubleshooter." We ended up talking for some time about my book Baltho, the Dog Who Owned a Man. He was very interested and gracious in knowing more about me, about the book, and about my ongoing experiences with the dog first known to me as Baltho. As as result, Amazon.com sales of the book really shot up last night, both in paper and on Kindle. I had been pretty worried because my rank among paper backs had dropped the lowest it's ever been, over 2 million. And the Kindle had dropped to 933,000. The paper back and Kindle ranks last night were just under 100,000. Great news. Thanks Tom!
Don't forget the Amazon.com Matchbook special now: You can get a Kindle for $2.99 if you also buy the paperback.
Today is Melchior's first birthday. I recall vividly how I was walking along the big lake on Sunday, 11 of November, of last year, when I heard Hattie's voice announce, "I'm born."
We were expecting her to be born later in the week. I PMd the breeder Deb Ridley, who said he'd been born on Saturday and was indeed "an unexpected color," just as she'd told me she'd be so I'd know her from her littermates, who were black and silver--and was indeed a male.
Hattie had told me she wanted to be called Melchior this time. The inner voice I'd been hearing soon switched from that of a mature female to that of an eager young boy.
Here's Melchior with his cat Noir, who, Hattie told me had been Figgy/Figaro during the life as Baltho.
I just uploaded Melchior's birthday pictures on my FB page, which is public, so everyone can view them. https://www.facebook.com/thomas.watson.790
I just got some copies of my new book, The Necessity of Symbols. http://www.amazon.com/Necessity-Sym...sity+of+symbols
You can buy them directly from me and I'll sign them, just as with Baltho, the Dog Who Owned a Man. I'll get Pay Pal button up on my site for it ASAP. I'll make you a special deal if you buy two or more books. They'll make sweet little Christmas and Holiday presents. I'm thinking of offering 2 signed books for $10 plus $3 S & H. I'll do more if you want more than 2. Just write and let me know.
I'm even thinking about bringing out before Christmas my most mystical book of poems about a series of soul travel and soul retrieval experiences that lasted well over a year. I just found it and realized how lovely so many of the poems are--and how intriguing the tale.
Here are two poems from this collection:
Here's are two of my favorite poems from this collection:
I would descend
to where you weep,
from all who would pursue
and pluck you
the finest flower
of earth's meadows.
In song’s brilliance
you'd bud again.
the darkest realms
for just your soul.
Finding its light
alloyed by baser metals,
flickering and cobalt,
we'd tune our wings,
making every turn and lifting his.
I come to fields
with bachelor's buttons
among the golds and greens
hoping for a glimpse of you—
but perhaps you chose this body
not so that you'd not be alone
but that all might see
that physical attraction
is not sufficient.
You've slept so long
that you weep when I tell you
what you've revealed
when all the eyes of being
open like peonies,
having drawn healing,
like the helping ant, near.
Your sadness reaches
like your hand—
clutched in you for a moment,
I perceive that you've arched
into the doorway:
no longer alone,
your deep beauty has drawn me
through space and time
in a curved line.
Clenched in your belly
like a stillborn child
lies your sorrow.
At first thinking it my own,
I recognized the pain as yours:
the notes greener
and more reedy.
Today I heard your joy,
welling like sweet water
that you'd dowsed
here, in the still, small voice,
of all that is
and was and will be,
the word still bubbles still
I now have on my website information about my new poetry book, The Necessity of Symbols, along with Pay Pal buttons so you can buy signed and inscribed copies directly from me. You are also welcome to send me a money order or personal check.
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