As Time Goes By (Paperback) (ISBN-13: 9798330433049)

What if the greatest voices of ancient times-gods, heroes, and legendary figures of Greek mythology-could voice their thoughts on power, love, and all that lies between?

In As Time Goes By, history comes alive, transcending the bounds of time as these immortal voices speak once more through the eyes of an unconventional poet, Kollin Kennedy. With less regard for shame, this collection is an authentically uncensored revival, where great figures of history engage in powerful - often dirty - verse and prose, reflecting on the eternal hardships and triumphs of human passions.

From the love dilemmas of Timon of Athens to reminiscing The Great Fire of Rome, Kennedy's poetry features themes such as love, lust, heartbreak, desire, intimacy, fear, self-reflection, and the intermedial. With a tone and terms that don't fit the mold of modern times, this collection is guaranteed to sweep you away from the constraints of contemporary sensibilities.

This amazing collection also includes a series of satirical letters offering unique perspectives on music, ethics, and personal relationships. Each piece showcases critical commentary on themes such as artistic expression, wealth, mortality, and self-respect. Here, Kennedy's voice takes on different personas, blending subtle humor with intrepid logic to seamlessly portray each radical message.

As Time Goes By is perfect for enthusiasts of classical poetry, literary history, and those who are unabashedly hopeless romantics.

The Seascape

Traumatic sheets cover Neptune's army

In their navy sleep, tossing & turning

Them with fancies of the next salty war

They must pointlessly face, directed by

Some looney archer whose virgin for war

Is far away of the present age.

Those blue soldiers fail at any rest

And will attack all opposite earth

That comes a threat -for I've eyed a scene

Where a sailor sailed on their theater,

Thiefed his compass, drowned his mates, & lost him

Of his island to find another

And held him captive for seven twelve-months.

They're blue, & their youthful anger comes of

Sadness; when they coast & on their guard,

They prepare for waves of violent blueness.