“I like to think of myself as an ‘old soul’. Whether I mean that literally or strictly as a metaphor in jest, well, I’ll leave that as a mystery.” – BGP
Brandon Gene Petit is an indie author of poetic prose and verse who refuses to be bound to any one subject, style or mood. The tone of his pieces can range anywhere from gothic and nostalgic, to dreamy and romantic. His collections could be described as borderline dichotomous, at times showing traces of pessimism and existentialism while other times expanding into breathable fantasies with touches of folklore and romance. He gets much of his inspiration from dreams, paintings, and everyday life, but also hints of a fascination with “past lives”, or what he more acutely describes as “past incarnation experiences” and paramnesia (déjà vu). A lover of classical poetry and aesthetical romanticism, Petit strives to speak of the past mingling with the present, in a voice of mystery, illusion and melancholy reminiscent of romantic times. In his daily life he is also a lover of music, science, psychology and art, and he enjoys sketching and cartooning in his spare time. To date he holds a Bachelor’s Degree in Education and English, and has considerable experience working with special needs children; a profession he finds very rewarding, next to art. He is currently working hard to “connect the dots”, as his mentors have often put it, using his creative talents to benefit his profession in education, and vice versa. You can find him in upstate New York and New Jersey, spending time with his kin or corresponding with fellow poets, teachers and musicians.
I have a tendency to sound pretentious at times, because I am so conscious of my role as a writer and so in touch with my love for aesthetic things. To me, that is not so much arrogance as a growing confidence in who I am and the things that I love and believe in… an attitude that comes with growing up. I remember the uncertain turmoil of youth and adolescence, and I have walked away with many things which I have kept and chosen to support through the thick and thin. Writing is one of them, and because it is the simplest and most primal of my various hobbies, it seems to take precedence over other more flagrant, more instantly gratifying things like music and visual art.
I kept a black, razor-blade scarred binder throughout my late middle school and high school years, full of lyrics written for bands that never quite came into fruition. I wrote just to write, because I wanted to, not because I had a band… which I didn’t; at least not yet. I wanted to emulate the minds of my idols, and more so, express myself in ways that transcended the boredom and imprisonment of daily life.
I had been exposed to the posthumous influence of H.P. Lovecraft, the long-dead horror and fantasy writer, at an early age… and this eventually led to me actually reading his written works and falling in love with writing all over again. I remember picking up an illustrated book featuring artists’ depictions of his monsters, and being both horrified and amazed. I couldn’t have been more than 10 years old.
When I grew up and moved to the state of New York in the year 2002, I began to write more passionately, more ardently… partly because something “clicked” in me that I cannot, or perhaps should not explain. The first two books that I published reflected a tinge of the nostalgic, almost “gothic” flavor I had clung to throughout my late high school years while writing mostly in secret… however, more recently I’ve begun to branch off from my long-faithful romance with Lovecraft and start experimenting with more romantic, more aesthetically elegant works. No disrespect to Lovecraft, but I have not regretted it since. While my mind has always been full of phantoms and nightmares, I tend to gravitate most toward the beautiful and the emotionally fragrant. This led to me writing and publishing Dreams in the Womb, which I see as a celebration of the senses… from life in the womb, to dreams and nightmares, to love, sex and romanticism as a whole.
To my surprise, I have discovered many who find an anchor in my writing that they can relate to… and I continue to seek them out by spreading my craft to the world.