I have been writing poetry since I was nine years old.
My first published collection of poetry is entitled Moloch.
A collection of poems made with the interference of computers. A poetic dialogue between man and machine
The radio is a medium of #entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same #joke at the same time, and yet remain #lonesome.
@T. S. Eliot
William Blake's The Tiger, distorted by various passes through Google Translate Tiger, tiger, burning bright At night in the forest, What immortal eye However, Slim, you scary ? Back in the distant sky The fire burned the eyes? What patience wing dare you? What the hand dare to use fire? What shoulders, what art In the link you can channel your mind? Also, your heart starts What is the fear of bad hands and legs? What the hammer? Series? How does your brain furnace? What the anvil? I understand the fear of what M scary one ‘ to death? When you throw a spear stars, Also, their tears in heaven water’d He said with a smile, his work to see? He who, to me, are you pregnant? Tiger, tiger, burning bright At night in the forest, What immortal eye For fear that you dare to be slimmer?
Moloch‘s cover image and typesetting was done by William Brady, and it was published by Registration Press in 2018. This was only a very limited run which is no longer available. However, the second edition is available as print-on-demand and ebook.
