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Viamund the Boy-Love Vampyre Says... Poetry & Haiku's
ISBN#978-0973818802
The Story of the Book
This book has been through 5 different publishers thus far. The first deleted a 7-year contract with me after declaring my work "Illegal material" and "a threat to the American Public." My little book of poetry and haiku's is not this at all. The second publisher released my book for public sale but after only 2 days they restricted it. They claimed their reasoning was threats of boycott from sick, religious groups. The third publisher released my book to the public but they deleted it after 3 weeks. Their reason was - and they stated this - they want nothing to do with the liberation of sexual minorities or have anything to do with free speech. I contacted the A.C.L.U. after this to determine if it was legal. Apparently publishers do have the right to refuse work based exclusively on their own opinions regardless of the legality of the work. This is a serious method of discrimination and censorship of free speech that remains to be challenged. The fourth publisher released my book for public sale just last September 2006 but they canceled the 3-year contract with me after just 1 month. They claimed it was "a business decision" based on threats of litigation and they did not wish to defend free speech of sexual minority rights.
LAWSUIT UPDATE
A lawsuit will be commencing soon against the publisher Booksurge in order to enforce terms of a contract they entered into with me.
About the Book
Viamund the Boy-Love Vampyre Says. . .. Is a combination of pictures, poetry & haiku's presented as a meager work in quantity that was years in the making and is meant to be construed as a soft voice where there are none; without the intention to offend but to be heard. To help blur those barriers that surround a misunderstood stigmata. The use of raw, un-tempered, often brutal images of word convey the thoughts of the lonely, socially-isolated individuals who are held primarily in contempt; nonetheless existing on the sexual fringe. It's purpose is to convey the state of those who are subject to the machinations of the political clockwork as it relates to the categorization and alienating of all sexual minorities in North America - if indeed the world. - To provide vision to those who appreciate the differences that are humanity.
The right-wing Evangelical Christians don't like me very much.
"The success of tyrants shall be determined through their ability to divest the largest number of people of their personal rights and freedoms, with the least amount of protest."
"Will you remain silent as the foolish din of the masses drowns out the words of the wise few?"
Please purchase my book and defend freedom of speech.
Haters are all the same. It is better to love and make a new friend everyday than to hate and make a new enemy.
Mental FortressRating: Good
Well expressed poem. I just think the 5th stanza (If mental slaughter is to cease)doesn't really fit with the rest of the poem. It kinda breaks the nice flow. Kaminten
Star-boyRating: Excellent
This is excellent. It's quite simple, definitely understandable and the realness makes it beautiful. Great job. Kaminten at whisperpoems
Sex HeatRating: Excellent
Nice stuff! Check out my stuff. It's super stupid.
Apocalyptic BoyRating: Excellent
Now THIS is a poem. Much better than "you." You got it right, my friend. Good work .
Boy's TownRating: Good
mh, not bad, makes me think of the holocaust... and injecting morphine in a tree. Horrific and pointless but powerful in a unrestrained and yet disregarded expression... your contrasts are well done but I think your goal is indirect, or more so avoiding expressing, so you won't have to express it the more justifying method. I see it in the little aspects but your writing is nice spiral.
Boys' TownRating: Excellent
OH MY GOD, THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE
Boy's TownRating: Excellent
Great comparisons- love "building sandcastles in the concrete," going against their hope.
Withdrawal WallRating: Excellent
Excellent images!
-Hello Octo,
Some awesome poetry you have here. What you
write is real, yet original. Very inspiring. I
like that.
-i read thru a couple of ur poems. they r
different. ur different, original. i like that.
i am also different in a sorta invisible way. u
have a great vocabulary, i think. well b4 i
make a bigger idiot of myself, i will invite u
2 visit my page if ud like sumtime. visit my
active and sum times dangerous mind and view of
life.
-Your poems are interesting and clever
-This the first page of what seems to me to be
real poetry about realthings events or feelings.
It was a releif to find your excellent quality
work, I liked Boys Town, Barriers and Withdrawal
Wall in particular. such a rare find amogst the
stacks of flowers and hymn books! Keep up the
good work.
STAR-BOY
My Star-boy,
the brightness within you
clashes against the midnight sky.
Look away from my darting glances.
A beloved, passing season is your love,
so frail as a rare, blooming orchid
concealed by a dense rain forest
gleefully found.
Your sweet, forbidden nectar
hidden down deep crevices,
my tongue longs to explore.
Pay no mind
to the chaos that surrounds you,
that din those asteroids make.
You are a moment frozen in time
desired to be shared by all those
who know you for what you truly are.
My Star-boy.
APOCALYPTIC BOY
It is my state of singularity that drives me,
harbinger of skeletons
that crowns my wasted passion.
Screaming from inside my mind
a yearning I cannot but wonder if you feel.
The accursed blessedness of yearning
the crux of all desire.
Embers of my exalted love grow dim
to rekindle at a glance
from your comely face.
Apocalyptic boy.
You are my deliverer from Hell’s torment,
my Golgotha, my love, I adore you.
Sharp-glanced, yielding angel of passion.
Lithe-limbed, black-crowned ice flower.
Delicate featured, ever-laughing
instigator of babbling brooks.
Gazelle-eyed, barefoot wanderer of my dreams.
Apocalyptic boy… moist my dry.
Your groin is life, let me live.
Apocalyptic boy I see myself,
where are you?
Viamund the Boy-Love Vampyre Says... Poetry & Haiku's
ISBN#978-0973818802
The Story of the Book
This book has been through 5 different publishers thus far. The first deleted a 7-year contract with me after declaring my work "Illegal material" and "a threat to the American Public." My little book of poetry and haiku's is not this at all. The second publisher released my book for public sale but after only 2 days they restricted it. They claimed their reasoning was threats of boycott from sick, religious groups. The third publisher released my book to the public but they deleted it after 3 weeks. Their reason was - and they stated this - they want nothing to do with the liberation of sexual minorities or have anything to do with free speech. I contacted the A.C.L.U. after this to determine if it was legal. Apparently publishers do have the right to refuse work based exclusively on their own opinions regardless of the legality of the work. This is a serious method of discrimination and censorship of free speech that remains to be challenged. The fourth publisher released my book for public sale just last September 2006 but they canceled the 3-year contract with me after just 1 month. They claimed it was "a business decision" based on threats of litigation and they did not wish to defend free speech of sexual minority rights.
LAWSUIT UPDATE
A lawsuit will be commencing soon against the publisher Booksurge in order to enforce terms of a contract they entered into with me.
About the Book
Viamund the Boy-Love Vampyre Says. . .. Is a combination of pictures, poetry & haiku's presented as a meager work in quantity that was years in the making and is meant to be construed as a soft voice where there are none; without the intention to offend but to be heard. To help blur those barriers that surround a misunderstood stigmata. The use of raw, un-tempered, often brutal images of word convey the thoughts of the lonely, socially-isolated individuals who are held primarily in contempt; nonetheless existing on the sexual fringe. It's purpose is to convey the state of those who are subject to the machinations of the political clockwork as it relates to the categorization and alienating of all sexual minorities in North America - if indeed the world. - To provide vision to those who appreciate the differences that are humanity.
The right-wing Evangelical Christians don't like me very much.
"The success of tyrants shall be determined through their ability to divest the largest number of people of their personal rights and freedoms, with the least amount of protest."
"Will you remain silent as the foolish din of the masses drowns out the words of the wise few?"
Please purchase my book and defend freedom of speech.
Haters are all the same. It is better to love and make a new friend everyday than to hate and make a new enemy.
Poetry Reviews
Mental FortressRating: Good
Well expressed poem. I just think the 5th stanza (If mental slaughter is to cease)doesn't really fit with the rest of the poem. It kinda breaks the nice flow. Kaminten
Star-boyRating: Excellent
This is excellent. It's quite simple, definitely understandable and the realness makes it beautiful. Great job. Kaminten at whisperpoems
Sex HeatRating: Excellent
Nice stuff! Check out my stuff. It's super stupid.
Apocalyptic BoyRating: Excellent
Now THIS is a poem. Much better than "you." You got it right, my friend. Good work .
Boy's TownRating: Good
mh, not bad, makes me think of the holocaust... and injecting morphine in a tree. Horrific and pointless but powerful in a unrestrained and yet disregarded expression... your contrasts are well done but I think your goal is indirect, or more so avoiding expressing, so you won't have to express it the more justifying method. I see it in the little aspects but your writing is nice spiral.
Boys' TownRating: Excellent
OH MY GOD, THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE
Boy's TownRating: Excellent
Great comparisons- love "building sandcastles in the concrete," going against their hope.
Withdrawal WallRating: Excellent
Excellent images!
-Hello Octo,
Some awesome poetry you have here. What you
write is real, yet original. Very inspiring. I
like that.
-i read thru a couple of ur poems. they r
different. ur different, original. i like that.
i am also different in a sorta invisible way. u
have a great vocabulary, i think. well b4 i
make a bigger idiot of myself, i will invite u
2 visit my page if ud like sumtime. visit my
active and sum times dangerous mind and view of
life.
-Your poems are interesting and clever
-This the first page of what seems to me to be
real poetry about realthings events or feelings.
It was a releif to find your excellent quality
work, I liked Boys Town, Barriers and Withdrawal
Wall in particular. such a rare find amogst the
stacks of flowers and hymn books! Keep up the
good work.
Sample
STAR-BOY
My Star-boy,
the brightness within you
clashes against the midnight sky.
Look away from my darting glances.
A beloved, passing season is your love,
so frail as a rare, blooming orchid
concealed by a dense rain forest
gleefully found.
Your sweet, forbidden nectar
hidden down deep crevices,
my tongue longs to explore.
Pay no mind
to the chaos that surrounds you,
that din those asteroids make.
You are a moment frozen in time
desired to be shared by all those
who know you for what you truly are.
My Star-boy.
APOCALYPTIC BOY
It is my state of singularity that drives me,
harbinger of skeletons
that crowns my wasted passion.
Screaming from inside my mind
a yearning I cannot but wonder if you feel.
The accursed blessedness of yearning
the crux of all desire.
Embers of my exalted love grow dim
to rekindle at a glance
from your comely face.
Apocalyptic boy.
You are my deliverer from Hell’s torment,
my Golgotha, my love, I adore you.
Sharp-glanced, yielding angel of passion.
Lithe-limbed, black-crowned ice flower.
Delicate featured, ever-laughing
instigator of babbling brooks.
Gazelle-eyed, barefoot wanderer of my dreams.
Apocalyptic boy… moist my dry.
Your groin is life, let me live.
Apocalyptic boy I see myself,
where are you?
