Item description for Eternity in a Grain of Sand : The Most Perfect Silence of Jollyroger.com Poetry by Drake Raft...
ETERNITY IN A GRAIN OF SAND consists of over 200 pages of rhyming, metered poetry taken from Jollyroger.com's treasure holds. This is the heart and soul of the WWW Renaissance as captained by the three sonneteers: Drake Raft, Becket Knottingham, and Elliot McGucken.
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Est. Packaging Dimensions: Length: 9.04" Width: 6.07" Height: 0.58" Weight: 0.8 lbs.
Release Date Jun 15, 2000
Publisher Classicals & Jollyroger.com LLC
ISBN 1930151101 ISBN13 9781930151109
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reaching for the depths Jul 22, 2004
The importance of elevating the potential to love consists more of recognizing not our comforts, but the significance of someone else in our lives, and the ability to be moved by more than rhetoric, and more than what we typically see around us as normal, common or even what we presume to be elusive. The realization that we can be emotionally touched so profoundly by another person is the essence of hope that has long been a foundation of biblical expression, the objectification of the significance that one human should have to another as an ordinary occurrence but is elevated to a blessing within the confines of spirituality that fully respects the devine in each individual, and places not the person but the divinity in each upon a pedestal that is worthy of the love created and however subtle, shown and radiated out to a needy world, but may be irrelevant and unnoticed to the couple who shares that inner sun and solace, as if they are made devinely for the purpose of God shared with others as examples of His True Power to transform by that example. Couple so made tend to allow themselves to be used for such an altruistic purpose without embarrassment or shame to illustrate the grace that God places before the world as His promise to the pleasure of Eternity. The obligation of the couple is to refrain from that celebration lest they distort the message or be led away from its lofty perch and purpose, reserving for themselves the privileges and methods of adorning that love within its highest potential, and jealously guarding its creation.
Resonating Poetry Feb 23, 2004
As the past is prologue, these poems are ahead of their time. Beyond postmodernism, beyond pretentiousness, beyond the meaninglessness and emptiness that is the hallmark of today's literature. I was mesmerized, reading these late one winter night not long ago. I was reminded I wasn't alone in wishing for quieter, deeper, gentler, more romantic times. Sign me up for the renaissance.
Lovely, Soaring Poetry Feb 22, 2004
This poetry was soley responsible for lifting my soul a couple months back, during a dark period when I had lost somebody close to me.
The rhymed words are aimed more at conservatives than liberals--those who understand that free love isn't love, those who believe that words mean things, those who believe that marriage is covenant between a man and a woman rather than a contract for lawyers to make and break. To those who have, more shall be given.
And all the prodigal sons--the pomo hipsters and lost liberals, shall be welcomed by these beautiful words when they return on home.
Art as a vehicle for dogma? Just write a sermon instead! Feb 19, 2004
The manifesto at jollyroger.com is ambitious in its calls to usher in a new literary renaissance based on classics, where words mean things, in order to clear away the "postmodernist fog." As a fan of many of the classical works name-dropped by Drake/Eliot like Twain, Rand, and Shakespeare, I'd hoped to find some impressive, clear works of art seeking great, immutable truths (I sympathize with Drake's disgust at the Jerry Springer/surviror/corporate music values pervading pop culture and the foggy writing this often leaves in its wake.)
Unfortunately, what we get are awkward verses with predictable rhymes, leaden line breaks, and tortured grammatical arrangements designed only to place the appropriate rhyming word at the end of the line (did this guy not even learn what "rhyme bound" means? Either this guy is thick, or his much hated Princeton professors are the worst lit teachers on the planet.)
Embarrassingly bad mechanics and structure aside, the content of Eliot/Drake's poetry is the real disappointment. Rather than the deep insights we were promised, in the vein of Melville, and Shakespeare, what we primarily get are trite attacks on "gen-X" culture, liberal media, degenerate boomers, women who've slighted poor misunderstood Drake, professors and publishers who have failed to recognized his greatness, the stupidity of college, and horrible, horrible feminists. Drake/Eliot has cited Rush Limbaugh as a big inspiration, and indeed, Drake does a good job of promoting the resentments of that gluttonous drug-addicted baby-boomer (Limbaugh)-despite having declared elsewhere to despise drug addicted boomers and their degenerate, intoxicated ideas.
This is the core of Drake/Eliot's downfall as an artist. He may be correct to an extent in despising feminist academics who reduce literature through their narrow political filters. But Drake has become--by fighting the tar-baby--what he hates, and has created "art" that is fueled and filtered by--not human spirit, love, truth or beauty--but on narrow resentment politics that seeks to lump things in broad labeled categories. He's just another control freak hawking dogma and calling it art. Dogma is always better served by the Sermon format.
It is sad, because the stated ambition is noble--to overcome the ignorance and sloppy, intellectual laziness that pervades a degenerate "just do it" culture. Seeking to create art with higher values is admirable. But what Drake has done is just air his neurosis with girls, his anger at academics who rejected him, his loathing of his school and its President, and spew the most clichéd rhetoric lifted right out of AM radio. He's even so delusionally arrogant as to have stated that his failure to get published (outside of vanity presses) is a liberal conspiracy. Yeah, right--we've all seen the shelves teaming with conservative books. The difference is, they're actually well written.
Rush Limbaugh--one of Drake's stated idols--is a hoot to listen to, but his resentful, name calling divisive hate-based politics doesn't make for good art, literature or poetry any more than does PC liberal historical revisionist feminist dogma. What, does Drake think Shakespeare was pondering Liberal vs Conservative when he wrote Macbeth, or was he writing an indictment against the arrogance of blind lust for personal power--the "Universal Truth" that pride goes before a fall? (not exactly something that is the personal domain of either side of our current political spectrum!)
Avoid Drake's "poetry" unless you just want to wet your pants laughing at the juxtaposition of this man's arrogant manifesto and the reality of the drek he sees as the poetry of a new renaissance.
Since Drake so loves the Sonnet form, I see it as only fitting to summarize this review in a quick sonnet I dashed off for him:
FOR DRAKE, WHO LOVED SONNETS, HATED LIBERALS, AND FANCIED HIMSELF A BRILLIANT, MISUNDERSTOOD ARTIST.
Politics and art don't really mix, but you mix them anyway to mask the pain you feel at failure, like a junkie's fix you shoot up rhyming hate into your vein.
You think you own the truth and rise above those whose art finds truth and love in everyone; embrace the war-like hawk and shun the dove, spiritually your pen is like a gun.
The rhythm in your verse is just plain bad, stale rhymes structured by a rattled Yoda-- you're like that German artist who went mad and composed the sounds of war as his art's coda.
We know you by the company you keep, regurgitating Limbaugh like a sheep.
What a beautiful book. Oct 2, 2003
This book reads like no other. So many sonnets telling the truths of life. Friendship, love, love lost, and everything else that goes along with life. I've read this book many times over, and I find soemthing new each time. Some of the sonnets are just so beautiful, they alone make up for the price of the book. At least, I think so.