Project End of Days began in 1999 as a poetry project that spanned several decades at that time. The collection of poetry by T. Byron Kelly was mostly in hand written form still at that time with the exception of the published manuscript for Poems of The Infinite Dream. Project End of Days was turned into a book in 2005 in an attempt to capture the slow progress of translating the 13 volumes of hand written poems into manuscript form. By 2020 the blog at LiveJournal had over 1000 poems from the collections of Notebook Poems, Faith of Heart, Poems of the Infinite Dream, Wish List, Midnight Poems, The River of Swans, Advent Alpha, Advent Omega, The Beginning of The End, Light & Shadow, Va. West Va. Poems and Vandalia. This revision of Project End of Days is a comprehensive view of over 30 years of poetry and an attempt to archive this substantial volume of work in a single frame.
Welcome to Project End of Days @ LiveJournal Visitors here will be able to view a cross section of poetry spanning over 30 years. http://projectendofdays.com mailto: studioappal@gmail.com
Silvery streaming rainlight shines so like Heaven's last remnant of tears or bright as Longfellow's snowdrops when the year was [still] & pale with cold/ Lost days, & an old Love gone like a forgotten poem now & to forever left unspoken.
If you are trying to make art or write poetry (or even a novel) keep writing or painting or drawing, you're doing something of value in this broken world. Keep going, the miracle of your unique "heartsongs" of words and visions may be used as a direct channel of Heaven. 5/6/2020
To Bishop Sigrist- I think Proust's book is more non-linear in many respects, and defies the awkward tradition of the novel, which has the art form kind of stuck in a kind of quick sand for generations now. Part of the appeal of the novel is the incessant need for literalism and Proust's work is more poetic or suggestive I believe. I remember Jim Morrison said "Time is a straight plantation" and this line always struck me somehow as well. Remembrance is a book of memories and this is something we all have in common really in our own minds and hearts, we are carrying it with us all the time actually. I started to write a poetry version of this idea a few years back titled Vandalia, it is a poetic memoir and is about half finished now. I don't think it was something I could have begun at age 25 or 40, it took some years behind it to undertake. 4/22/2020
Amid those unspoken departures the broken blooms are snow pale as death.
What angelic shout of children still lifts beyond the back yard?/ She sweeps blossoms like Winter ice from her front porch & a cold rain readies her new bed of flowers.
There may still be (last) poems in a lonely room at the end of the world.
