Reading The Apocalypse Tapestries by John Taylor. An anthology: a collection of- what? Prose? Poetry? Short stories? Just texts? I don’t know. There are things that defy classification. Nor can I review the book – in the real sense of the word. Because I don’t have what it takes: the knowledge, for one. Or the objectivity, the clearheadedness, the whateverelse. I was never good at reviewing anything!
No. I’m just a reader. A feel-er. A reveller in words…
So I can do only what I can do: meander through the weft and warp of the tapestry, pausing every so often to wonder, marvel, feel, revel…
And thank whoever is up there or down here – for all the beautiful words that come to me in brown, bubble wrapped parcels… Just gratitude and love. As I realise, yet again, that to write is to –
love rue hope
paint hum dance
linger wonder wander
reminisce listen dream
hurt bleed splinter grieve
recall sigh sob smile
trust confide pray
reach out feel
Thank you John, for this beautiful gift I am unravelling, one word at a time. And for reminding me that…
To write is.
One word at a time.
The Apocalypse Tapestries by John Taylor -writer, critic, and translator. Published by Xenos Books.
About John Taylor: http://johntaylor-author.com/en/about-johntaylor/