The Slam-dunk Big Bang of Eternity
It’s inevitable that I should wind up on this hill with the setting sun in my eyes and a blister on my big toe. Inevitable that I should run out of plots for my fairytales and my 32” waist should vanish. That my eyes should grow weak and my will power strengthen. That I should stop looking for happiness in the cookie jar and that living should neutralize dying.
Maybe inevitable isn’t the right word, but I think the whole show is inevitable and that it all takes place simultaneously. There is no time line.
I’m not sure why my mind works this way, but there’s no more importance to it than a baker putting bread in the oven or a German on a witch hunt for Jews or Jews coming down hard on Palestinians. These are arbitrary examples, I could have used Shirley Temple singing The Good Ship Lollipop or Elvis Presley twitching his hips or Mother Teresa scratching mosquito bites or Einstein lost in a dark night of fireflies. I could have kept my mouth shut for that matter except it’s preordained.
Well, there it is, inevitable is the wrong word, the right word is preordained.
These are my thoughts on the eve of the completion of my 75th year on earth, seven and a half decades of imaginary time in the slam-dunk Big Bang of Eternity.
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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