Quote – Anton Chekhov

“My goal is to kill two birds with one stone: to paint life in its true aspects, and to show how far this life falls short of the ideal life. I don’t know what this ideal life is, just as it is unknown to all of us. We all know what a dishonest deed is, but who has looked upon the face of honor? I shall keep to the truth nearest my heart and which has been tested by men stronger and wiser than I am. The truth is the absolute freedom of man, freedom of oppression, from prejudices, ignorance, passions, etc.” Anton Chekhov


True Life Blood by Trey Eddantes

True Life Blood by Trey Eddantes


They are the window into the souls of the wise.

They are voices of those who need to be heard.

They are the mental medicine for the knowledge stricken.

They are the life blood.

They are the gatekeepers of hope.

They are the connection of tolerance and understanding.

They are the therapist of our minds.

They are the life blood.

They are the truthfulness in falsehood.

They are the shelter for the literary-minded homeless.

They are the shapers of the future.

They are the life blood.

They are the trainers of the heart.

They are the fighters for injustice.

They are the winners of the world.

The life blood is books.

Labyrinth of his world by Trey Eddantes

Labyrinth of his world by Trey Eddantes


He wakes up

Rises from bed

Gets dressed for work

Gets into his car and his journey begins

He drives into a labyrinth.

A labyrinth of joy, pain, hope and despair.

Twisting through the lanes of social corridors

He travels so far

Accomplishes so much.

But he reaches a cultural roadblock that makes him return to the starting point.

The starting point of an inverted social foreigner with no plan in their life.

Life maintaining his perseverance with the new path he chooses to take through the labyrinth.

The new path he chose was one of visual and vocal aesthetic artistic freedom.

Maneuvering through the labyrinth he sees an ending- is it good….bad….or…ugly

Only time will tell

Quote – John Gardner

“Art begins in a wound, an imperfection—a wound inherent in the nature of life itself—and is an attempt either to learn to live with the wound or to heal it. It is the pain of the wound which impels the artist to do his work, and it is the universality of woundedness in the human condition which makes the work of art significant as medicine or distraction.” John Gardner

Neglectful Reader #3

Neglectful Reader #3


For this next neglectful reader post I decided to use the doctor of love aka poetic Mack of Suaveness – Mr. Pablo Neruda. I most definitely wanted to write about Pablo at some point since April is National Poetry Writing Month and Mr. Neruda has been a great consigliere of romance for helping me interact with women in my life that I love and care about . When you need advice on making your lady smile in her heart, mind and soul – Pablo Neruda is your man.

Pablo Neruda was born on July 12, 1904 in Parral, Chile to Jose’ del Carmen Reyes Morales, a railway employee, and Rosa Basoalto, a school teacher who died two months after he was born. In 1914, Neruda composed his first poems. Neruda’s father opposed his son’s interest in writing literature, but Neruda received encouragement from others, including future Nobel Prize winner Gabriela Mistral, who headed the local girls’ school.

At thirteen years old, he published his first work, an essay entitled Entusiasmo y perseverancia (Enthusiasm and Perseverance) in the local daily newspaper, La Manana, signed Neftali Reyes. Ffrom 1918 to mid-1920 he published numerous poems such as “Mis ojos” (“My eyes”) and essays in local magazines as Neftali Reyes. In 1919, he participated in the literary contest Juegos Florales del Maule where he won third place for his poem “Comunion ideal” or “Nocturno ideal”. By mid-1920, when he adopted the pseudonym of Pablo Neruda, he was a published author of poetry, prose, and journalism.

The young poet wanted to find a name that would mislead his father. “Neruda” originated from the Czech poet Jan Neruda. Years later, Pablo Neruda in recognition of the Czech poet, left a flower at the foot of his statue in Prague “Confieso que he vivido”. The first name Pablo is thought to be inspired by the French poet Paul Verlaine.

Mr. Neruda’s most celebrated works included – “Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair”, “Residence on Earth”, “Canto General”,”The Captain’s Verses”,”Elemental Odes”, “Extravagaria” and “One Hundred Love Sonnets”. Similar to my second Neglectful Reader post  ,Pablo was an outspoken visionary voice as it related to his personal viewpoints. in his earlier youth he became and admirer of communism and even joined the Communist party of Chile. Be he would later in life earn the Nobel Prize in 1971 despite his past praise of communist Stalin, Lenin and involvement in the communist party. To me this is a true sign that any of us could grow,mature and most importantly change.

This might be a stretch to say this but, Pablo was one of a few writers who taught me how to love a woman the right way and how to keep the romance and fiery passion alive in my relationships. So dear Mr poetic Mack of Suaveness Pablo Neruda I apologize for neglecting your work and I promise to never let hit happen again..lol.