{"product_id":"for8jwf","title":"For 8 Hours Heaven Opens To Let the Angels Play, by John W. Felsner","description":"\u003cp align=\"justify\"\u003e\u003cem\u003ePoetry, chapbook, 36 pages, from \u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #2b00ff;\"\u003e\u003ca style=\"color: #2b00ff;\" href=\"https:\/\/bottlecap.press\/collections\/bottlecap-features\" target=\"_blank\"\u003eBottlecap Features\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp align=\"justify\"\u003eThe work should be thought of as an individual who feels separated from humanity somehow, but desires a connection. This is the true alienness of genuine alienation, and the reason a number of the poems use extra-terrestrial metaphors, to convey this sense of perceived, but quite shameful, otherness. The sense of connection is achieved through a process of sublimation, the process being one that substitutes a love for natural settings and environments,weird cultural tendencies and social encounters, for the strange shuttered world of the poet, writer, artist, or vice-versa! There is hopefully manifested within these poems an urgent yearning for freedom, while acknowledging as the Stoics did, our detestable need, as vital as food and water are, for human community and interaction, full well rounded experience! Hopefully a sense of adventure is conveyed as well, a seriously playful adventure!\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp align=\"justify\"\u003eThe piece begins in a strange night, ends in a strange dusk, or is it dawn? It is an ending, which is only the mark of a beginning. This work, though, begins in a disoriented night, a night that doesn’t walk in an interested or curious way, but a staggering, lurching, inebriated way, the way the desperate must! The poems stagger and are sick, but it is the way in which to move towards another rising of another day, and back to the setting, on and on ad infinitum…\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp align=\"justify\"\u003eThe final question here must be: At the end of it all, is there redemption? This work doesn’t profess to know, but it asks if the old haggard daylake knows. And Heaven atop the burning trees. And the grey headed geese and faceless mass of humanity. It asks us to consider what these aspects of Life have to contribute to that vital (to us) question. It asks us to never cease asking, that to do so would be the closest to Virgil’s Hell we could possibly know.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp align=\"justify\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eJohn Felsner was born and raised in the greater metro area of Detroit Michigan, living primarily in the suburbs of Macomb County. He worked in the building trades up until 29 or so before lighting out for the big woods of western Oregon, where he sat in trees with the voles, chipmunks and jays. But he was no Julia Butterfly-Hill, he was also on the ground selling and writing for \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003eStreet Roots\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e, the street newspaper of Portland Oregon. Treesitting fell out of style as a viable tactic and John wound up farming with poor sad farmers who needed a hand. Well, he liked it so much he started his own poor  sad farm and sadly and poorly farmed for the next 18 years. At 40 he met his current wife, and they had 2 wonderful daughters, who they still possess, and are 13 \u0026amp; 10 studying Mandarin and struggling in ways different from dad!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp align=\"justify\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eJohn retired from farming in 2024, so he works in a warehouse and writes!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp align=\"justify\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"John W. Felsner","offers":[{"title":"Chapbook","offer_id":51002402996539,"sku":"FOR8JWF","price":10.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"Digital Download (PDF)","offer_id":51002403029307,"sku":"FOR8JWFe","price":7.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0062\/4420\/4614\/files\/8front_63cda93e-baa7-4a7a-b608-acf29f819bae.png?v=1772239261","url":"https:\/\/bottlecap.press\/products\/for8jwf","provider":"Bottlecap Press","version":"1.0","type":"link"}