Wounded Poems
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The 2nd edition of Joel's infamous book depicting insanity
"Watch me be born, watch me bloom and then die, watch me resurrect." - Elliotté P. Joel on Wounded Poems
"Deep poems and conceptual metaphors!" - Alisa Velaj
"Very interesting, refreshing, paradoxically natural!" - Ida Sieciechowicz
The debut poetry collection of Slovak-American author Elliotté P. Joel offers a time-lapsing observation of young poet's works captured from the age of 15 to 19. This literary work established a unique and novel genre of contemporary poetry - nonsensical impressionism.
The prevalent subject of rejection and loss, as well as dissociation from society and the conventional way of living, can be found contrasting alongside subjects of profound love and the wandersome freedom of mind.
With a vivid flow of words accompanied by almost otherworldly imagery, Joel equips her poetry with both emotional and intellectual stimulation.
Despite a few obstacles that could have been a disadvantage, such as Joel having English as a second language or her being barely 20 during the time of publishing, Wounded Poems gained major success in the USA, Great Britain, Slovak Republic and Czech Republic.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Criminally underrated book! The way Joel experiments with the reader's stimuli and creates almost surreal scenery that is somehow heavy and gentle simultaneously is just exquisite
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Wounded Poems - Elliotté P. Joel
Dear Reader,
Wounded Poems is a damned book, godforbidden and heavy. I was young. I was so very young and I knew much more than I do now. Nonetheless, I reminisce with love on how I was, with pain, falling in a deep sleep of nothingness.
Having begun my first literary work, which you are holding right now, dear Reader, at the age of 15, little did I acknowledge what awaits me. Finishing the manuscript, aged 19, I was soon to be cured of my illness solely by writing. All of the three chapters can speak like a small piece of hell that has escaped by my hand, thus what I dedicate to all who suffer is to write. And to hope. Hope will always live on as long as you love.
Elliotté P. Joel
Žilina, 02/03/2023
Daisy valley
Lightning and rose, try of mine
to a good friend
I stare faintly into crowds, deep down into roach holes. Herds of cockroaches. They just go and go, forward without persistent thoughts, awareness of self. They live through everything. Cockroach can lose one of its legs, ramble in the unfamiliar. It doesn’t stock its food. Roaches had future, will. I don’t think I have any.
I peer into mirrors, expecting. Endless hoards of papers are ladies of my time. Hours, months, witching days. I have morbidly obese feelings – they can’t even walk on their own. They shan’t fit into any thoughts.
You always mention daisies, you must like them very much. I wonder whether you struggle to cut your nails because they are really long on your dominant hand and short on the other one. You stand nigh mirrors summoning a flow of words. Words oscillating gently as in rye. Nightly mirrors and sleepless slumbers. Poems of nonsense and reveries of being. One day I shall fall into better darkness of pens and ink. I shall drown in written words doing what I love, resurrecting as a roach in a qualmless flight...
Love
Writing regenerates my soul. Cleanses it from all that filth... Conventions, televisions and car drivers who purposely splash walkers on rainy days. Morning airness nourishing coal soots lowering from heavens. Streets we are unfree to walk coated in blind unbright milk. On a log of departed willow sits a sleepy water nymph and out of boredom she tickles all tulips into venomous delirium. Yet, I no longer slave to uncertain anxieties. I shall no more slouch naked on a bench in center, asking strangers: Are you my father? Are you my brother or friend?
What I knew has been draining me and what I didn’t has made me lost. Old quills seem distant and strange. New quills seem like black veins, lines which cross each other until they eat out entire page with their hollowness.
It’s impossible to be taught anything. You can be told where to find it, you can be shown or awed by another human being, yet it’s you who must learn it yourself, alone. And the older we grow the less we ask questions.
They have hidden thirsty moon and dismembered it into silver stones. Skeleton that was left we call Thirsty moon: exorbitant restaurants, unconditional sacrifices of happiness.
Is it love?
Voyage of understanding spread to ashes has glued with realization that it is, indeed, love. Then the name which is carrying today’s date was buried forgotten.
Meadow lullaby: The land of silence
Sparkle seen but so shortly glows