What’s left when our body chemistry stops generating emotions and awareness? Silly question. The big questions are without answers, so we dwell on nuances.
Body chemistry generates awareness which generates questions, and then come the emotions. The first question that comes on the heels of awareness is, “What the fuck?” The first emotion that follows is, “Holy shit!”
There’s life in a nutshell. From then on we play house. We dress our emotions up in doll clothes and call them philosophy. The best among us make music from their emotions, compose symphonies and then stand back and say, “Holy shit!” To the rest of the world they give elaborate explanations, list their influences and credentials. This is a form of cowardice for which they pay dearly.
Yes, I digress, of course I digress, digression is the hallmark of fear of conclusions, fear of the inevitable, fear of a return to the original question without answers.
Life is a series of searing sensations, awareness’s violent reaction to itself. As children we devour the sun, in puberty our emotions revolt and splash life everywhere like red paint, and then follows maturity and our emotions grow dim, the life force that generates them wanes, and fierce passions dwindle. We no longer feel what we remember, which is what death is.
HCOLOM PRESS is the heir to Vagabond Press, which began as a main player in the Mimeo Revolution of the Sixties and continued publishing right into the jaws of the new millennium. HCOLOM PRESS embodies the spirit of Vagabond Press, retooled for the times we live in.
Hcolom is Moloch spelled backwards. Moloch is an Old Testament deity to which children were sacrificed, a practice society still engages in with increased enthusiasm. Consumerism is the new Moloch, manifesting itself like cancer in war, politics, the arts and religion, in every nook and cranny of human endeavor, draining the intrinsic beauty out of life and mutilating the innocence and magic of childhood with its commercial meat hook. HCOLOM PRESS intends to publish books that by their nature repudiate this pernicious force–novels, poetry, children’s books and books that transcend genre.
Our launch book, in June of 2006, was John Bennett’s novel, Tire Grabbers, a fable of sorts, a reality book rooted in the fantasy of our times, the story of the coming of Moloch and the children who rise up in rebellion against it.
Books of kindred spirit will follow close on its heels. Go for it by clicking here… or hit the Hcolom logo above…