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    The Rejected Poetry of Lindsay Traynor: Volume I
    The Rejected Poetry of Lindsay Traynor: Volume I
    The Rejected Poetry of Lindsay Traynor: Volume I
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    The Rejected Poetry of Lindsay Traynor: Volume I

    By Lindsay Traynor

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    Collators and editors select according to various subjective preferences; however, what appeals to one is loath to another, and so here presented are the poems of rejection which body, warts and all, reveals much about the author/poet and the prevailing sensibilities of repressed Western and Eastern cultures. Nevertheless, the author/poet views all his works of merit and demerit Equally – enjoy.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLindsay Traynor
    Release dateOct 11, 2020
    ISBN9781005587468
    The Rejected Poetry of Lindsay Traynor: Volume I
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    Lindsay Traynor

    Lindsay Traynor is an Australian poet and mystic though born in Eastern Europe. He has travelled extensively and studied under the wise instruction of some remarkable and extraordinary men and initiated into various esoteric traditions by same, which formerly secret knowledge he is now able to share with everyone, fully cognisant of the fact that only those ready would be able to recognise, appreciate and gain awareness from the experience.Lindsay is a prolific writer and has produced the equivalent in text of around 50-60 novels over the past sixteen years though mostly in the form of articles on varied topics and poetry, his favourite medium.The current book has been gathered from his many poems, essays and articles relating to Self-Realisation, Mysticism, Philosophy, Personal Growth and Social Transformation.We hope that you enjoy and derive benefit from his prodigious output as much as we have benefited and enjoyed reading, collating and presenting the material in eBook formats -- assistant editors.

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      Table of Contents

      The Rejected Poetry of Lindsay Traynor

      Ejecting

      Fallen Feather

      Dead

      Death and Loss

      Cooking Spoon

      Plankton

      Observation

      Muse

      Phosphorescence

      Die!

      Necromancer

      Forsaken

      Lux

      Toward

      Contradiction

      Stranger

      Ploughed

      Waves

      Overhang

      Apprehension

      In Plain Sight

      Transition

      Quest

      Mute

      Timeless

      About the Author

      Books by the Author:

      The Rejected Poetry of Lindsay Traynor

      Volume I

      Collators and editors select according to various subjective preferences; however, what appeals to one is loath to another, and so here presented are the poems of rejection which body, warts and all, reveals much about the author/poet and the prevailing sensibilities of repressed Western and Eastern cultures. Nevertheless, the author/poet views all his works of merit and demerit Equally – enjoy.

      Ejecting

      a gardener piles organic waste until

      compost forms to fertilise his garden

      it pays at times to keep what is rejected

      and build upon what is thrown away

      until it ignites seeds of content and

      discontent which grow, flower and

      fruit in mind

      the discarded words that do not fit,

      language inappropriate, all cultural

      products, they only fertilise a regrowth

      of culture with negligible differences,

      as if culture is not perverse enough

      already

      the seeping sap of southern pines mix

      with tall blue eucalypts oozing gooey

      sap that sticks to my sleeves, trousers

      and dick if i stand drunk pissing too

      close to a tree trunk

      it seems the trees are taking their revenge

      on my dick as removing the sticky goo

      painlessly is quite a challenge; O that i

      didn't have such a big dick, which at times

      wraps around my mind and engulfs it in

      a garden of imaginary delights fertilised

      by all the rejected words and cultural

      acceptance i have never required

      and so i take refuge in the meaninglessness

      of culture which offers nothing to man,

      an organic being, tho i have proficiency

      in poetic tricks which perform like circus

      animals trained to jump thru hoops

      and ride the backs of young ponies

      the pile of refuse i have cast would

      create a fertilised jungle of meaninglessness

      if ever i let it loose and used it to create

      a poetic identity that culture would

      recognise, accept or reject, as culture must

      have its f/artists and whores, winning

      empty prizes and recognition by the arbiters

      of 'Art', and for what? a toxic refuse dump

      that grows no flowers, trees, food or weeds

      to sustain the greater harmony of natural

      Life

      but culture is not about sustaining anything

      but itself and draining the life from

      everything natural, so i leave my dick

      hanging out to prevent it adhering to my

      underpants or culture by accident

      walking intoxicated somewhere deep in

      the pine and eucalypt forests of Australia

      where every interrelated thing grows and

      sings in symphony, except for my sticky,

      dangling dick which culture has elevated

      to a status above its textually created Gods

      Fallen Feather

      to be a silent fart in the night

      that nobody hears not even the

      fartist is the life of a poet, this

      poet

      a bugle fashioned from brass

      emits the sound of fart, how

      inappropriate an instrument to

      play in remembrance of young,

      passionate fools dying for foreign

      monarchs and their bungling

      generals

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