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Embrace

EmbraceEmbrace (book)

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A collection of poetry, philosophy and theory by the writer Anthony D Pritchard. This book reflects the artists exploration into the deepest reaches of imagination, expounding the ranges of human understanding and mingling with unique metaphor and imagery through a vast range of thinking beyond all boundaries to present a work of such depth, vision, beauty and originality that the reader will be taken on an unforgetable journey
Ephemerealms

EphemerealmsEphemerealms (book)

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Anthony Pritchard's poetry is as luminous as snow falling when you've never seen snow, rain falling when all you've seen is drought... like all the jigsaw pieces coming together spectacularly... His words are the wisdom that leads us to ponder the mysteries of life from an imagination that seems limitless in its relevance and outpouring of emotion Reading this was like wildfire through my mind, it led on and on summoning me forth with such magnificence, there is no man like him upon this earth, no brilliance he has not set the standard for... The attention to detail, the exquisite display of stunning imagery, timeless moments and enchanting referentials His poetry begins as a whisper and culminates in a frenzy - a tornado of force that moves from quiet reverence to tears and thence to passion in a heartbeat. It works its way into the soul and becomes as it were a part of you in turn
MirrorRealms

MirrorRealmsMirrorRealms (book)

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This is the HARDCOVER edition of MirrorRealms. A collection of poetry and full colour paintings by poet/writer Anthony Pritchard and surrealist painter Karena Karras.
MirrorRealms

MirrorRealmsMirrorRealms (book)

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MirrorRealms, the collaborative work by poet Anthony Pritchard, and surreal artist Karena A. Karras, hovers on the line between stark fantasy and our own grim realites. Pritchard's words and Karras' art could both easily stand alone. The fact that they are showcased together only heightens the intensity of both works and creates a unique world that is both beautiful and frightening. MirrorRealms contains almost 200 pages of surreal poetry and art. The intimacy of Pritchard's lines, matched with the honesty and boldness of Karras' paintings should not be missed by any fan of fantasy.
Don't Become A Poet Like I Did

Don't Become A Poet Like I DidDon't Become A Poet Like I Did (book)

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Bright-eyed honesty & unyielding passion.”… Anthony Pritchard is a poet/writer equally attuned to the essential beauty of prose/poetry that only the definitive imagination can offer. His works are sincere fictions of graceful deliriums, evocative & surreal, dark & transcendent. There is romance here that have teeth and heart. He can elevate the senses and sustain your moods. Anth is the Picasso of poetry. - Jon Lyndon
Dreaming Inside Of Streetlights

Dreaming Inside Of StreetlightsDreaming Inside Of Streetlights (book)

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"A Zen master of prose/poetry. Stylish, evocative, exemplary fictions of poetic insight beautifully unbound for the soul, and most wonderfully written, Anth’s writings are an exploration of unexpected boundaries that transport the reader between self-discovery and desired possibilities. His is a genius of the transcendent in a travel arrangement of the real,the fantasy and the speculative nature of what never quite seems possible. Strange and disturbing and most definitely worth the journey into his unknown country..." - Jon Lyndon
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"A Zen master of prose/poetry. Stylish, evocative, exemplary fictions of poetic insight beautifully unbound for the soul, and most wonderfully written, Anth's writings are an exploration of unexpected boundaries that transport the reader between self-discovery and desired possibilities. His is a genius of the transcendent in a travel arrangement of the real, the fantasy and the speculative nature of what never quite seems possible. Strange and disturbing, and most definitely worth the journey into his unknown country..." - Jon Lyndon




This is one of the best pieces of literature that I have ever set eyes upon in the entirety so far of whatever life I have lived...Imagine for a second standing on a craggy cliff face at night looking into the half gloom - waves crashing and exploding into the air - this is where it took me - true romance It's like a sign to a memory - a fantasy - illusionary reality. Who knows what it is, if I lived it, if I didn't. It doesn't matter. What indicates real poetry - any real inspirational anything, is the ability to inspire others and create meaning - what you create should create for others and be like some grand chain of understanding. You do this daily - moments like wildfires... so close to spiritual, so close to anagogical work that I am fearful to dissect it, to prey on it as anything but the majestic experience that it is...the whole is the sum of its parts, but it is the whole that enthralls me I cannot focus on each admirable instance, but see it simply as the whole piece that it is, in its wonder, in its explosion of feeling and imagination...Hayden Smith




You must be the triumphant poet that we all secretly dream for. Your imagery is refulgent and scintillant, the tenebrous emotion, shadowing gently the movement of the shooting stars and blinking storms. . before I read your work my spirit was unilluminated, and now I feel I belong in a glowing, incandescent dream. I have fallen in love with the way your visions can voyage through softened utopian lands and enter the creation of a crepescular, nightmarish repose. Everything moves so eagerly, yet the emotion immobolizes me until everything is stilled . . even a heart-beat that before reading you would not stand to wilter..........I am in a dream . And I know not of the sharpness, the eagerness, the glacial breeze of the mortal world. Intriguing, beguiling, folding me in the wings of an unearthly flight. The most exquisite things can be seen with the eye or felt with the heart and by contriving such a flawless, creeping sunset sky of work, you have allowed me to do both. The imagery is tender, but sincere and unblemished. And my heart . . well my heart knows not of what has just devoured it. I want to undress and sleep beneath an amaranth sky wrapped in the warmth of me, knowing I can be stilled, perhaps I have just discovered that I am not alone or something. But even if the feeling you have given me is elusive and indefinable, be assured it has reached me and that you are ingenious and brilliant. ~ Rose Foran




"As if the moon was blown like a clockflower" GORGEOUS."in conversation with the street/...ten minutes last forever..." Hypnoticly fascinating; dark, dreamlike & inventively surreal. You possess a unique voice, as individual as each snowflake in the glare of the streetlamp: a poet's poet. The imagery of poetic confetti falling, beautifully and subtly juxtaposed over the snow, is brilliant; an origami voice. "it begins somewhere in the middle where time is on pause" I could not help be recall Thus Spake Zarathustra. "a moment of clarity, vivid as bracelet in the bottom of a pool." =Brilliant metaphor= "Like chalk drawings on the pavement," Suddenly my greydreams are revealed as if from a melting fog from a rainflower. "Like a flower ripped out of the ground we awake from a nightmare." Masterful, you are. The light, being infinite, is perfection itself; 'A sudden burst of sunshine seemed to illumine.' ~Franz Kafka. Provocative & evocative; erudite. "Evocative power over all that is eloquent and expressive in the better soul of man." Graffiti on a New York City subway wall: in this light it shimmers your genius. Bravo! - Jon Lyndon




Oh, this is profoundly felt with an imaginative empathy and a recognized sense of unbelief, that renders this art stunningly exquisite. I feel an intimacy that could only be provoked by such a fine work. Marvellous and sensitively dreamlike; superbly written as if spellbinding glimpses of extroardinary moon beams, that escape me through a glittering happiness. I want to caress this poetry; I want to dance in it with a promising contentment. My footsteps have depressed a golden terrain in this evening, and it is thanks to you. An invention that makes me feel like I have just received a boquet of scarlet flowers with preening heads from an undiscovered lover. You have made me vivid and gleamingly sharp. Thank you ~ Rose Foran




I can't even absorb this. I can't even grasp one line to quote. I feel like my heart has combusted and my brain has turned to mush. This was.. Overwhelmingly colossal. Extremely difficult to read..I will quote you forever. It's amazing how you use words in a certain way, under a certain light that makes every.single.one. of them beautiful. Even the most simple sentences become beyond beauty and pain... I feel emotions that I can't even name or tag into a category. God, your mind is so beautiful. I have goosebumps and my gut is twisting inside out.. My heart has fallen into my socks and my mind.. jesus.. I'm falling apart. I can't comment on the art you've expressed - your staggering words.. All I can comment on is how it makes me feel. I'm sorry I can't do this justice... Thank you. Thankyou, thankyou.. For f**** sake - Thank you. - Amy Buresh



Book review by up the staircase literary review
Dreaming Inside Of Streetlights
by Anthony Pritchard

Anthony Pritchard’s Dreaming Inside Of Streetlights is an urban landscape of poems that, with themes of loneliness, beauty, suffering and loyalty, petitions the reader to “spend an entire afternoon looking at the sky”. (“Rose Noir”) Pritchard embraces every emotion that life softly (or perhaps not so) hands to everyone. Pritchard is an observer of people, places, meditating the reason and cause behind every gesture, every feeling, He is a complex poet, whose writing asks for more than feeling, but perhaps, movement as well. He asks the question we all ask: why? Because, he says, it will be the same tomorrow. But, he is full of hope as well, saying that although he is “lifeless,” and “can no longer share [his] dreams", but "still [he] dream[s].” Anthony promises in his verses thick with loyalty and suffering, "I will untie the universe from your ankle / And you will take off with me." His suffering lies in the lamentations of a tedious nonfulfillment of one’s hopes: When the world seemed so small, like a snow globe, We were so enraptured by every gesture of every minute detail And now that we are awake, truly alone; This wasteland promises only That dreams are imposed on the world. And those who do not dream do not live; And so we must slip away in the twilight hours. The moon will not tell. His feeling is universal, parallels the hopelessness that infests humanity when the lights are low and the day has shrunk into our beds. But, he implies that there are those, like the moon, full of beauty that we can put our dreams and faith into. His imagery has a redness to it, with never an incomplete thought. He is a Romantic in the sense that he has stressed strong emotion as a source of aesthetic experience, making his object, such as a broken bowl highly symbolic and idealistic: Bits of broken bowls line the pavement As if the moon had fallen; One woman is picking up the pieces, Without the strength to weep Staring into nothing as she sweeps; A meal untouched going cold on her kitchen table. All their faces, paused in one expression like the moon before it fell Or the clock before it stopped. (“Inquietude”) Dreaming Inside Of Streetlights is a book to get comfortable with, to explore, examine, and implore your own soul. He never rushes his words, but examines each line with much care.



Book review: by up the staircase literary reviews
MirrorRealms
by Anthony Pritchard
MirrorRealms, the collaborative work by poet Anthony Pritchard, and surreal artist Karena A. Karras, hovers on the line between stark fantasy and our own grim realites. Pritchard's poem "Sylvia Blue" perhaps says it best:
Things are either dark, or they glow and do not last; they choke and sputter gracious in the bedraggled blacks like chimney sweep heads detached, while the sky has its back to the world. Pritchard's words and Karras' art could both easily stand alone. The fact that they are showcased together only heightens the intensity of both works and creates a unique world that is both beautiful and frightening. Karras' paintings feature many colorful and usually feminine creatures that are composed with elements of nature. Many of the characters hold animalistic qualities with fantastic hair, exquisite eyes, and enthralling scenes that depict hovering on the brink of reality. These works accentuate the strangers and strange characters in Pritchard's work: Strangers are notes in a silent un-punctuated jazz, then noticing me; fall into deep contemplation, as though trying to place me from somewhere; another dream perhaps. I don’t even know what my own eyes are hiding. (from "A Silent Movie in Black and Blue") In MirrorRealms, Pritchard strikes a curious balance between ordinary and extraordinary. His poems feel fragile, but not from lack of poetic confidence, but because of the crystalline and dream-like scenes he creates. Pritchard's voice seems to tiptoe in and out of this world with an even and flowing stride. His readers never feel lost or betrayed by his words, but rather trust his judgement and believe in the vividness of his world. MirrorRealms contains almost 200 pages of surreal poetry and art. The intimacy of Pritchard's lines, matched with the honesty and boldness of Karras' paintings should not be missed by any fan of fantasy.


. ..Anthony David Pritchard:

Book Review
By Melissa Lee Houghton of the short review

.. .. .. . .. .. .. .. Lucid surreality, irreality, interspersed beautifully with a flow of connective memories and a sense of time which is neither within the linear, or off-kilter, but of poetic meditation. Lines run and form their own stanzas so that poems are organic in their changing and metamorphosing shapes and forms. Line length is unreliable and unpredictable in parts, giving a dizzying effect and is as unsettling as it is inebriating. Every poem is worth hanging in for, the line that snaps your attention right to where (he) wants it. .. .. Like a poignant lyric for a forgotten song- there are strands of utter brilliance and genuine intellectual and emotional insight that literally stop dead the reader and force them to ingest the narrative, the pace. .. .. Anthony does not write highly stylized poetry or traditional verse forms. He doesn’t connect with current literary trends or scream allegiances to any particular schools of writing or literary thought. He nobly publishes and arduously writes through in utter indelible passion and compulsion. He is a twenty-six year old man whose early years have already produced four extensive volumes of poetry. Poetry that lives as you read it, that is now, that is dependant on and forms a strong sense of self, possibly the very thing that keeps the steady calm, attentive and masterful timbre to his words. I have never been in possession of three books which so poignantly and purposefully play out every dream, loss, ambition, fear, transient pathway; longing, love, illness, to map out the very essence of human development; the development of the inner world. .. .. I am left quite simply stunned, gutted, amazed and glad that these writings exist. I believe that Anthony has in his possession a very well designed brevity for long narrative poetry, of metaphysics, time, fantasy and physical ‘truth’ and sensual longing, and would love to take the opportunity to cheer on a level-headed writer who has not taken the fallen route of attempting to be a ‘learned’ writer or ‘Master of Writing’; that he has not endlessly edited poems into commercially edible nuggets of witticisms and wordplay. I hope that Anthony Pritchard’s books garner many, many readers for this reason as many poetry magazines are suffering from lack of subscriptions or abundance of good material- and each have a house-style to consider, hardly any pay. I do believe that the contemporary poet needs to be regarded more and be more forthcoming with printed volumes from small presses. With a great deal of self-promotion and a network of other intelligent, like-minded writers, a new platform could well be formed of anti-poets. Poets against institutional discipline, elitism, pompous old-hat publications and publishers who are picking out talented but sculpted (by academics) writers, without half as much heart as Anthony Pritchard.