I keep forgetting why I was born. I keep losing track of small revelations. I dye my hair blue and dress up like a priest, sneak into cathedrals and hear confessions. I give absolution and get phone numbers. It’s the only way I know to make friends.
It wasn’t always this way. Once I had a wife, worked two jobs and bought furniture. I wore a Robert Hall suit and signed documents. I lied thru my teeth and was terrified. Then I threw it all in and went crazy.
Still crazy after all these years. But where’s the old gang? Dead and buried for the most part, dead and cremated, dead and tangled in life’s high branches, walking around in Robert Hall suits, their eyes turned to rubber. Alone at last, all my options depleted.
“Well hey, look over here, you silly,” says Lady Death. “Come on over here why don’t you?”
I jam my hands in my pants pockets and shuffle my feet. Bat my eyelashes.
“There now, that’s better,” says Lady Death. “You were never meant to be here in the first place. Some sort of cosmic joke.”
Thru the thinning membrane of existence I hear the old gang cheering me on. I take a small step in Lady Death’s direction, and the applause is like thunder. Lady Death opens her arms to receive me, but I step back. Moans from the peanut gallery of my dead heroes.
“If you want me, come and get me,” I say.
My whole life has hinged on non-stop resistance.
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.
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