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    No Time Under the Sun
    No Time Under the Sun
    No Time Under the Sun
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    No Time Under the Sun

    By Aiden Garabed Farrell

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    Aiden Farrells No time under the sun strikes an incredible balance between innocence and maturity. One has the impression of looking at human experience through the eyes of a bearded old man who somehow remembers the electric emotions of youth. Love, regret, anger, violence, and happiness are all approached with wonderment and technical mastery. After reading this collection, we should all look forward to seeing Farrells future work as he grapples with the million things that have escaped into history. (Self of the after noon) Brian Brazeau -Academic Dean

    A mystical, mysterious and enchanting journey into the self..One feels light and youthful upon reading these poems. Maryama Antoine-English Teacher

    Aiden Farrell's collection of poems is impressive as it drums its way--literally--through familiar forests, across rain-drenched streets, and up into the imperial home of the clouds. His fine-tuned ear is magical in his poetry--he skillfully employs internal rhymes, alliteration, and consonance while creatively managing syntactical structures in poems such as "Summer," "Celebration of the Eternal Dawn of Moon and Sun," and "No Time Under the Sun" that show his experience as a percussionist. Even more impressive is the range of fresh and striking images that flow from his pen to accentuate traditional themes of innocence ("Woman and the Wide Open Sky Above") to defiance ("Watery" and "Cut Me Up") to celebration ("Skin") and finally to loss (the elegaic "Jean"). In today's environmentally-conscious world, Farrell's rich allusions to the natural world re-energize the call for preserving our maternal Earth, but in the end, his collection is about words and the power of poetry--words that may "disappear into the grasses" as he searches for them in the poem "Excerpt from Autumn Manifests" . . . and all throughout the collection, he talks of finding his lost words, but someone should tell him, "Your words have been there all along! Bravo!" It is apt, then, that the final lines of his final poem "dyeing" discover Farrell declaring softly that creativity arrives and makes his "thoughtlessness [and cloudy] windows [. . .] clear without a sound."

    John Kim- English Teacher

    Aiden has given us a collection which resonates with maturity of subject and voice. We can see the self emerging through the lines, vulnerable and joyous. Duncan McEarchen- English Teacher

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris UK
    Release dateMar 29, 2013
    ISBN9781483604718
    No Time Under the Sun
    Author

    Aiden Garabed Farrell

    Whenever I have written the things I wanted to say, the words came in verse- verse, for me, is more natural. I don’t even know if you can call my writing-writing in verse-but my natural tendency is rhythm. Poetry has a natural rhythm to it. I drum a lot…drumming is as close to me as my writing is. When I drum I enter a trance. Sometimes in writing, you can approach a similar state, but it’s often serendipitous, though you have to be receptive and tolerant of yourself to let it all come out. Drumming is easier than writing though because it is more primal – writing itself is a very human thing; it’s learned; it’s something one has to work at, something upon which improvements can be made. What I write is an expression of personal experiences. Drumming is somehow more connected to the cosmic order—there is something very ancient about it. The way I think about writing is that it is like praying, worshipping, a ritual to whatever we believe makes us.

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      No Time Under the Sun - Aiden Garabed Farrell

      NO TIME

      UNDER THE SUN

      Poems by

      Aiden Garabed Farrell

      Copyright © 2013 by Aiden Garabed Farrell.

      ISBN:                Softcover                978-1-4836-0470-1

      Ebook                978-1-4836-0471-8

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted

      in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system,

      without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      Rev. date: 03/21/2013

      To order additional copies of this book, contact:

      Xlibris Corporation

      0-800-644-6988

      www.xlibrispublishing.co.uk

      Orders@xlibrispublishing.co.uk

      305644

      CONTENTS

      Excerpt From Autumn Manifests

      Watery

      Skin

      Summer

      No Time Under The Sun

      Barks Grow Soft To The Whimper

      Damp Damp Lamplight

      Midnight Wander

      Cross Section

      Climb Up The Rough Grain

      Woman And Wide Open Sky Above

      Like The Sky

      Autumn Instruction Hymn

      Infinite Teller

      The Woman Who Lost Her Arms

      Four Birds

      Cut Me Up

      Melt

      Celebration Of The Eternal Dawn Of Moon And Sun

      Self Of The After Noon

      Jean

      Dyeing

      With these words I acknowledge: The American School of Paris’ Excellence Fund, Mark Ulfers, Aaron Hubbard, Christopher Friendly, Maryama Antoine and Diane Smith (my 8th grade teacher who told me one day I would be published.)

      EXCERPT FROM

      AUTUMN MANIFESTS

      W here are the words?

      Whose loopy lines swoop and guide me

      Through the needle’s eye, down

      Currents cascading, swept

      Up through winds higher than mesospheres where

      The earth’s tilt and glow

      Shine to mars?

      Are they gone?

      Have they vanished?

      In silent eyeing chords of ink?

      Scratched

      And

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