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- Author: Roland Verfaillie
- Publisher: Purple Onion Press
- ISBN-10: 0978708555
- ISBN-13: 9780978708559
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.6 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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This is volume 3 in a series of epic, post-modern themes by this author. Mr. Verfaillie's earlier works give voice to the angst associated with the self-imposed isolation created in the vacuum of social networking and the growing global economy. This work continues this theme. This book of collected poems titled, "L'heure Bleue/The Blue Hour," is based upon the term that painters and photographers use to refer to twilight. It is that period of the day when the quality of ambient light creates artwork in the sky, and confirms the beauty of the world. None of us can predict with certainty, that we will see another sunrise. We can say with impunity that the sun will rise tomorrow with or without us. It is about the impermanence and the loneliness of our lives - and our acceptance of it - that the author writes. It is between pillar and post- sunrise and sunset - that we go each day until we're laid to rest. It is a time best spent either at peace with our isolation, or with someone we love beside us.
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- Author: Roland Verfaillie
- Publisher: Purple Onion Press
- ISBN-10: 0978708555
- ISBN-13: 9780978708559
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.6 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
This is volume 3 in a series of epic, post-modern themes by this author. Mr. Verfaillie's earlier works give voice to the angst associated with the self-imposed isolation created in the vacuum of social networking and the growing global economy. This work continues this theme. This book of collected poems titled, "L'heure Bleue/The Blue Hour," is based upon the term that painters and photographers use to refer to twilight. It is that period of the day when the quality of ambient light creates artwork in the sky, and confirms the beauty of the world. None of us can predict with certainty, that we will see another sunrise. We can say with impunity that the sun will rise tomorrow with or without us. It is about the impermanence and the loneliness of our lives - and our acceptance of it - that the author writes. It is between pillar and post- sunrise and sunset - that we go each day until we're laid to rest. It is a time best spent either at peace with our isolation, or with someone we love beside us.
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