Des Lewis will be 77 years old on 18 January 2025
Those who have read these episodic brainstorming reviews of mine must know they are very personal — rough-shod and spontaneous. Synchronicity and anagram mixed. I know they are not professional, never potentially publishable other than in the madness of my head, but I do hope they show grains of dark truth and cosmic panache.
These Des Lewis Gestalt Real-Time Reviews were founded in 2008.
‘What’s the loveliest word in the English language, officer? In the sound it makes in your mouth, in the shape it makes on the page? What do you think? Well now, I’ll tell you: E-L-B-O-W. Elbow.’ — THE SINGING DETECTIVE
“How shall a man find his way unless he lose it?” — Walter de la Mare
To any current genre author I have reviewed before — if you have a new story recently published or soon to be published in a collection or anthology, you may have a review by me of the story that also showcases where it is published. See HERE. (This is because I am no longer well enough to review as many books as I once did.)
Fresh Fictions, free to read HERE.
No AI input in preparation of my texts whatsoever.
THE NEW NONSCENIC
Photos here: https://conezero.wordpress.com/2024/02/24/d-f-lewis-recent-photos-1/
A hand-sewn booklet of unnumbered pages, with many paper-appliqué pieces of artwork.
Copy 4 of 40
Valentine & Valentine: Hand Made Books 2018
Signed by Jo and Mark Valentine
Cf Slawek’s and my book of Ruinenlust: https://admtoah.wordpress.com/cloistered-by-ravelled-bones-ruined-walls/
POSSIBLE SPOILERS OR RUINERS BELOW
First published in co-operation with
The Ruinians (England) Trust
by Fetish Books of Croydon 1980
More to follow below…when I read it.
Resonates strongly with me…
This is a journey into the Ruinian Faith, and the memorials and emblems and genii-loci in this umbrella-locus. A guide not to places I visited in recent years like the national arboretum north of Birmingham nor the Painswick rococo garden, but something far more amenable to my ruined soul and rainy thoughts, and the section headings shown above in the contents give some clue as to the godsome gps of your path.
Each appliqué panel is a pareidolia or apophenia angel of angst and ruinenlust. But I anticipate calm seclusion and cloistered, unravelled thought rather than worry once you set out.
I am only showing you two of these appliqué panels as token ruiners above.
‘The British Museum’ – Celia Paul
Just discovered above as a co-resonance in my previous review a few years ago of another book, a book with the same by-line.
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