— Henry Martin (@MadDaysofMe) May 21, 2014
Quote that inspires me from a book I’ve read: Pretty much all the quotes in Dreams in the Womb by Brandon Gene Petit! http://t.co/v7FOr0ucWQ
— Sarah Ann (@DreamworldBooks) September 10, 2013
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— Sarah Ann (@DreamworldBooks) June 1, 2013
— IndependentAuthorNet (@AuthorNetwork) May 29, 2013
Poets aren’t poets because of the way they write… they are poets because of the way they see the world.- Brandon Gene Petit
— Xlibris Publishing (@xlibrispub) May 25, 2013
“Poets aren’t poets because of the way they write… they are poets because of the way they see the world.”—Brandon Gene Petit
— panther’s diary (@afrolyricists) July 16, 2012
— C.E. Kilgore (@ce_kilgore) November 9, 2013
4 of 5 stars to Dreams in the Womb by Brandon Gene Petit http://t.co/C8GbKwBJMW
— Mina De Caro (@MinaDeCaro) January 30, 2014
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RT @BGPetit: “Rain drums the rhythm deep within my heart, and thunder speaks the voice hidden at the back of my mind.” – Brandon Gene Petit
— Deborah (@dgdreamin) September 15, 2011
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“Pandora did you see the breadth of this forbidden beauty? Did you inhale the phantasmal froth that I welcome like an autumn draft? Mortal men were wrong to chastise you on your discovery; you are not a burden as they say. I peer into that box with confidence and curiosity, as you did, and I see nightmares the same as dreams.”
– excerpt from Dream Logue Two
I once had a dream in which a vengeful neighbor had basted the doorknobs and fixtures throughout my home with a hallucinogenic neurotoxin, obviously in liquid form. Apparently, by touching the doorknobs and other objects in my home during a normal routine, I had unknowingly allowed the substance to seep into my skin and render me confused and helpless. While the first part of the dream was filled with confusion and fear, and a struggle to figure out what was going on and who was responsible, there was an apex in the dream where I was gazing upon an insanely beautiful sunset… tinted with the odd miasmal colors of a sea-storm haze. To me, this entire dream – or nightmare if you wish to call it so – was a monument to the balance of the dreaming mind and how dreams can be so frightening and yet so beautiful at the same time.
While I intend to use an idea like this in a novel I am currently working on, this scenario has not inspired my poetry directly… However, the overall concept of a balance between fear and beauty does have a place in the majority of my more surreal poems. This is best expressed in poems like Noctivagus, Dream Logue Two, Dream Logue One and The Unwritten Quest. I enjoy this sort of ambivalence, for it keeps me excited while simultaneously liberating my mind from the mundane and the typical. You might say my writing tastes like a bitter opiate disguised in sugar… or, as I put it in Dream Logue Two, an “offering of adrenaline that swallows smoothly and tastes divine.” But I’ll let you decide.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve been alive a lot longer than I really have. I suppose this might partially be a result of my family having moved frequently when I was very young, but even then it seems that I remember far more places (and events) than my parents can recall. Now, in actuality these strange notions of an extended childhood might have an easy explanation, for we often recall things that others don’t… and for most of us, it is normal for our childhoods to seem like nebulous tangles of mysteriously distant memories. But forgive the gullible daydreamer in me, for at times I extend upon this notion and allow myself to entertain the possibility of past lives, or at least parallel ones. Laugh at me if you will, but either way 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. Perhaps these questionable memories are merely a vague recollection of dreams that I’ve had as a child in the womb, somehow bubbling up from the bottomless depths of my subconscious mind. Perhaps that is a likely explanation for many accounts of paramnesia and repressed memories of purported “past lives”. Needless to say, as irrelevant as these questionable memories may seem in a modernized and rapidly developing world, I have found much use for them as an inspiration for a large number of my poems.
Now that I’ve broken the ice, set the stage, and (hopefully) instilled a slight sense of the nostalgic, allow me to introduce you to my page and my secondary outlet for self-expression (second, of course, to my poetry). Here I’ll be talking more about memories and dreams, and combinations thereof, as well as more pertinent information such as updates on my writing and other creative projects. I have included several sample poems here, from both of my poetry collections, and at the bottom of each poem’s page you will see a link to my Authors Den site where you can find even more samples of my writing. Feel free to leave comments, as long as they are tasteful… I’m not demanding praise, I’m merely asking for courtesy and tact. With that being said, I hope you enjoy your stay and I hope that you might even find a likeness of yourself in the tales I have to tell…