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Mary Shelley subtitled her novel Frankenstein "The Modern Day Prometheus" in which she built her character part by part. Lewton Thomas Jones has written a poetry novel using the parts of his life that helped build his person. Blue Be the Night is a sojourn from philosophical ponderings on life to different styles of the poetic form with the later pages playing games with language reminiscent of James Joyce. This book uses language to embellish a diary of a life song ignited by poesy into the creation of Lewton Thomas Jones.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers LLC
Date de parution	30 novembre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781649793645
Langue	English

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B lue B e the n ight
Lewton Thomas Jones
Austin Macauley Publishers
2022-11-30
Blue Be the Night About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgment The Seventies: Being There Then The Seventies: Cry for the Summer and Search for Our House of Dreams Five Billion Hearts The Seventies: Gold Opinions/Warriors of Love Circles In Dedication to Jacques Cousteau: Salut du Michel 5 September 1976 When Billy Rocket Died Train Station Utah Day with Dad Taken The Lake #1 Astoria Astoria Astoria Court $5,000 Summer, 14-Carat Father Untitled Summer 1990 Rowena Beach On Returning from Europe Colorado Memory Mother Green Blue World Jet to Cabo Bells of St. Marks Mirror to Madness She’s Gone Bride and Groom To Shelley Cabo Cabo San Lucas She follows The Poet Remains Palm Springs River House on the Pacific Greater Innocence New Romance Underground Hero Into Your Thoughts Once We Cocooned Untitled To Shelley The Movies Most of Us The Horror Her Soulmate Untitled Romanticism Trip to the Dalles She Visits Mornings September Poem (She Touches Only Her Own Image) Summer’s Ghost I Wax Rhapsodic Last Time at the Rover Blue Cutoffs Another Zone She Took the Sun Sun Not in PDX Condominium Shelter (For Cassie the Irish Lassie—3 Paws on Earth W/ 1 in Heaven) Sistine Chapel (Remembered) Alaska Man Save Me God Bless the Young Boy of War Trees Remember I Dreamed You Broke My Heart Again The Brutes that Destroyed Beauty Eternal December My Journey Eternal December Fatal Attraction Loneliness My Father’s Warehouse (and Rock ‘N’ Roll Poverty) Addiction Cour Combien Tonight Too Much Death Never forgotten Ashland Brave Thomas L.A. Freeway 505 From the Sea Rebuilt New York Newport When My Eyes No Longer See California Drive 2 When My Eyes No Longer See #1 Buildings Watch Forest Center Conversation with Neighbor Aussie Girl For Dr. Gachet Some Blues for Bro and Sis Everyman Gold Love Digger The Closing of Eastgate Theatre American Baseball Return to Black Mountain Price to Pay Who Am I? What Am I? Where Am I Going To? The Moon #2 Calendar Nights of Providence Billy Jones, the Last American I Struggle to Greet the New Day Night Comes as a Sleepless Friend I Watch My Loved Ones Growing Old I Saw the Crows of Summer Charge the Powder Blue Sky The House on Summer Hill My Last Three Days Before 69 Nobody Reads Poetry Anymore Paradox I Think Not For Anastasia Old Flowers in Chairs Broken People She Wakes from Slumber Winds of the Horrible Chill, Winds of the Merciless Fire, Winds of Sunken Time
About the Author
Lewton Thomas Jones is a poet, painter, musician, as well as a teacher. He has published his poetry in three publications. He has shared the stage with Michael McClure, Ray Manzarek of the Doors, and Michael C. Ford. He is a graduate student in arts and literature.
Dedication
Dedicated to:
My Mother and my Father,
My brother Danny,
My sons Justin and Dylan.
Copyright Information ©
Lewton Thomas Jones 2022
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher.
Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
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Publisher’s Cataloging-in-Publication data
Jones, Lewton Thomas
Blue Be the Night
ISBN 9781649793638 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781649793645 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022915091
www.austinmacauley.com/us
First Published 2022
Austin Macauley Publishers LLC
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New York, NY 10005
USA
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Acknowledgment
The staff at Austin Macauley publishing NY
Goldfish Press Seattle, Washington
Stewart Rodgers McFarland Press
Chrysanthemum Literacy Publishing
The big bright
sun comes up
each day
like a yellow
cosmic flower
Hope is a tool
in the hands
of
monsters
We’re closer
to the sun
than to the sky
they’re closer to
the moon
than you or I
Our love
our lives
are hopeful
endeavors
lined up like
elephant skins
I think the
Brontosaurus
should speak up
the thunder lizards
have
had their
way far too
long
There is a road
I have walked in
the past
loving all the things
that I saw
a field on the way
gave me things I’d
measure with a smile
milkweed and rain
watched my dream
as a child
who knew that
love was beyond
words
The lost
Gravitational
Idiom
Crawls by like
a polluted
stream
…we wait
My thoughts are silent
they come from the dark
into the light to give
and receive love
Bad dreams court my mind
with visions
of my own foolish kind.
The Seventies: Being There Then
The fly and spider
cocked for potential
flight
a fly sits, drawn
by the ‘siren’ mystique
of a spider
entertaining and
charming him with
every subject possible
except—what’s to
eat!
A psychic
battle
rages on
young people
with old hearts
Everything
Goes
forward
Musick or Share-A-Ton
singing in a bird cage
protected by a sensitivity
that brings fear and hostility
to some
a life spent in a flower garden
not knowing
when it will rain
emotional cripples with
guitars for crutches
screaming in mausoleums
faces torn thru experience
violence is all around us.
The Seventies: Cry for the Summer and Search for Our House of Dreams
Crib
It smacks of
Lunacy
somebody said
walking by white rows
of thousands of dead
but he smiled loosely
and reassured the lot
who broke the crib?
and where is that at?
we meet at the same place
no one knows why
it’s better to laugh than
to break down
and cry.
Five Billion Hearts
In a trance my mind
once heard
five billion bleating hearts
engaged
this symphony of massive power
bloomed as if God’s
sweetest flower
a handsome asteroid was
their stage
five billion beating hearts engaged
the sound was a conductor’s
dream
but woke me to a sadder
scene
and if one listens, they
can hear
the paltry sound of
one small tear
at sundry times
of hallow rhymes
five billion
heart beats all in time.
1977
The Seventies: Gold Opinions/Warriors of Love
Children of the media
drunk chimps
furry, lecherous
hands
on furry knees
behind wheels
waiting for
a black out
driven
kinetic
cars full of alpha males
raising their lips
at passing cars.
1976
Circles
Collecting circles
tell-tale hoops
stored they make
nice
artifacts
proof of the past,
I polish one
the worn glass reflects
smooth true
symmetry
awaiting my inspection
I collect circles
around and around
I spin to start
then start again
another day.
1976
In Dedication to Jacques Cousteau: Salut s du Michel
The Calypso-Antarctica
French song sung the night before Michel dies:
when the poet dies
all his friends all his friends will cry
they will bury his star in a great field
Love
fathoms deep
on shoulders of ice
sifting down into
waves and sieves
of cold color
spiraling into oblivion
rainbow specters cry
tears of blood
Michel falls
down away
to bright painted corridors
farthest from deepest vision
white ice sheen
held to mirrors
seeing only forms
visible thorough vapors and ashes
while friends
turn away.
5 September 1976
The Mainland of Hope
The mainland of hope glistens from its rocky shores
Gulls fly over albuminous wed
To green tides and blue knolls
Cliff towers float tall in the pallid fog
As charcoal storms swirl in a moving cauldron round a soft land in waiting
We sail to her shores freely a harbor shining canary blue greets us
The mainland of hope is love’s marina
The heat of the day and breath of the sun are her targets.