At the hour that I write Echoes Lost in Stars by PS Conway is #1 Amazon Top New Release [nature poetry]. Patrick you are now a #1 bestseller poet. Congratulations! Literary Revelations is thrilled to add your book to our collection of # 1 bestsellers. Thank you to everyone who helped us!
Amazon Description:
“Echoes Lost in Stars” by PS Conway is not just another poetry book; it is a fabulous experience that transports the readers to realms where words transcend their mere definitions. It is an exploration of the universe, a celebration of love, an immersion into nature’s wonders where philosophical, mystical and biblical concepts, and our eternal connection to them take new forms. This exceptional collection of poems weaves together all these elements to create a stunning journey to self-discovery.
While photography inherently gives the impression of being “real” or “existing in reality,” the essence of monochrome photography lies in creating scenes that do not actually exist. Through this abstraction, the universal characteristics and emotions of the subject are emphasized, bringing out a deeper sense of reality. If color photography can evoke individual emotions and meanings as realism, monochrome photography can be said to enable a universal empathy not influenced by color.
In summary, monochrome photography opens up new visual and emotional dimensions by stripping away color from reality and achieving a unique balance between reality and unreality. It is one of the methods that appeals to human perception and emotions, a means to explore the world “beyond of the surface” of the photograph.
Naoki Kimura
Featured picture Hikari.
Literary Revelations is thrilled to bring you an interview with a fabulous Japanese photographer whose artistic endeavors have received high recognition: Naoki Kimura. In this interview you will discover a true artist. Please stay with us until the end. You will not regret. Thank you.
Naoki Kimura is the author of the book Nagi (Shinnihon Publishing) and the recipient of numerous international awards.
Please read more about his work and his bio HERE.
Now let’s go to the interview.
Gabriela Marie Milton: Naoki-san, I am honored and humbled you accepted my request for an interview. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. From our correspondence you know very well how much I admire your art, and how much your black and white photography means to me. Yet, to start, let’s talk first about your decision to become an artist, a photographer. I want you to return to a time when you were 15 years old, and you were walking the streets of Nishijin, Kyoto, Japan a place which by some kind of miraculous coincidence I visited. Please, tell our readers how you, the 15-year-old boy felt, and what made you decide to become a photographer.
Naoki Kimura – The catalyst for my journey into photography began shortly after I entered my first year of high school (in Japan, the school year starts in April, not September). It was a time when cherry blossoms had fallen, making way for fresh greenery. I was strolling through the city when I happened to notice a sign for a group photo exhibition.
My memory of the event is somewhat vague, but I believe it was a small gallery located on the second floor of a building. It was indeed a group photography exhibition, and what stood out most in my memory was that nearly all the works were monochrome. As it was my first experience attending a gallery exhibition, I remember nervously stepping into the entrance. The space was minimalistic, with three white walls forming a simple rectangular studio-like area. There were around 30 photographs displayed in a single row, ranging in size might be from 8×10 to about 11×14 inches. Unfortunately, I can’t recall all the works now, but one image caught my attention. It was a scene of an old-style red (should be) Japanese mailbox, set against a strong yet graceful evening sunbeam casting its shadow. It was a breathtaking moment, and that image captured my heart. I don’t remember the artist’s name or the title of the piece. Furthermore, I’m not entirely sure why it left such an impression on me, but I believe it was the power of expression through “photography” itself that resonated with me.
There was an atmosphere that seemed to convey something profound, even though it was just an ordinary mailbox. While I was writing my name in the guestbook, I absentmindedly glanced around the exhibition space and realized something remarkable. There were about ten or so attendees, and I hadn’t heard a single conversation among them. It was silent, and then it dawned on me—they were all communicating in sign language. It was at that moment that I realized the exhibition was showcasing the works of “deaf, hearing-impaired” individuals.
Could it be that these individuals, who lacked one of the five senses, had woven a unique kind of “power” into their creations? My young and inexperienced sensibilities began to sense the strength of human emotions and the potential of photography as a means of expression. I became deeply intrigued by the art of photography. Photography is a way to convey the world as seen through one’s own eyes to others. As a photographer, I wanted to capture my perspective and emotions through photography, and through that, share the beauty and emotions of those moments with others. It was these feelings and innate “awareness” that led me into the world of “photography.”
Gabriela Marie Milton – Let’s go to the substance of your work. Please talk to me about the time you spent in Europe, particularly your study of the Renaissance period. Looking back now how did that period influence your work? How does the art of that time reflect in your work?
Naoki Kimura – In a somewhat paradoxical manner, my involvement in Renaissance-era background and symbolism during my student days could be seen as a journey to discover the essence of my own “photographic works.” It wasn’t a matter of having a specific trigger or connection to Western culture or European art since I was born and raised in Japan. Instead, it was more like a childhood sense of aesthetics that drew me towards Renaissance paintings.
To put it somewhat boldly, it felt like memories from a past life. My father was stationed in Europe and the United States since when I was born, so even while in Japan, I had easy access to Western culture. There were art catalogs from renowned museums around the world at home, and I distinctly remember leisurely flipping through them. Undoubtedly, such experiences had some influence on me. As I delved deeper into art history, I encountered the field of “Iconology,” and it led me to perceive a paradox between my artistic style at the time and my background. Iconology seeks to decode the impressions and meanings inherent in artworks and images, and it is a crucial factor not only in art but also in the realm of “photography.” Photographers believe that they can convey meaning and emotions through composition and the arrangement of elements. Moreover, Renaissance paintings and sculptures often depict religious themes and narratives and studying them could provide insights into the messages and stories within those works.
Similarly, during that period, I sought clues from the Renaissance approach when trying to express specific themes or stories through photography. However, as I mentioned at the outset, a kind of “paradox” confronted me. It was a struggle to reconcile the idea that while I experimented with compositions, symbols, and the meanings they conveyed intellectually, my work didn’t feel authentic unless it was driven primarily by “sensitivity.” Pressing the shutter—this act indeed, when grounded in a contextual flow, could trigger a concept, but I realized it didn’t resonate with my personal style. Not all of a sudden, but in truth, I came to recognize that something akin to a revelation, something close to divine inspiration, was guiding the shutter to produce what I consider to be a kind of masterpiece of mine. So, for instance, I dabbled in academic research, but it didn’t lead me to a style rooted in that research. Instead, I ended up expressing myself in a style that sometimes seemed contrary to it—a somewhat comical tale, I must admit. It’s simply that a profoundly abstract atmosphere touched a natural chord within me. This, I believe, was one of the characteristics of my “Renaissance period.” I returned to the fundamental notion that beauty doesn’t always require explanation.
Gabriela Marie Milton – Let’s go now from what I call “Naoki Kimura’s Renaissance Period” to “Naoki Kimura’s Japanese period,” a period very present in your work today; a period in which the Japanese motifs are flourishing. Why did you “return home,” so to speak? And how do the beauty and the power of your native culture reflect in your work today?
Naoki Kimura – In a way, my several decades of venturing to the United States with an intention to explore, and on the other hands seeking my aspirations in Europe, particularly Italy, now feels like a period that was akin to “training or ascetic practices” for me. Looking back, I realize that I always subconsciously viewed myself as a perpetual work in progress, especially when it came to being an artist working in Europe and the United States. Additionally, during that time, I deliberately chose not to foreground my “Japanese” identity in my approach.
Around the time that approximately three decades had passed, I had a certain feeling—I can’t explain it clearly, but it was as if the “timing had ripened.” It felt somewhat like a natural progression, as if stalactites slowly and patiently bridged the gap between heaven and earth, following a single current. It was a decision that finally led me to embrace my nationality and identity as “Japanese,” the roots and core of my personality, and the source of my cultural foundation and strength.
However, this shift in embracing my nationalism as Japanese didn’t bring about changes in the influence on my work or the evolution of my concepts. While there are clear differences in the photographic subjects, the underlying concept remains consistent. It’s my dedication or, to put it differently, a desire to express the fluctuations of sensitivity, almost like an “intangible affection or dilemma” You could even call it “Mono no Aware,” It is an instinctive search for beauty that cannot be explained in the context of contemporary art, which can be considered abstract. At present, it cannot be called “conceptual art”.
Perhaps it could be explained within the context, deriving from the concept of “Marginal Art” itself, but I see it as a more primitive pursuit, guided by innate desires. As for the motif, the representation of “Nagi, -Lull-” which flows continuously within me from the Renaissance period to my time in Japan, captures the essence of this pursuit.
Throughout my growth from childhood, I carried within me a unique Japanese sensibility, such as “Mono no Aware,” “Wabi,” and “Sabi,” which I should have inherently experienced. I initially attempted to capture the legacy of the Renaissance period through this sensibility. Later, I applied this sensibility to digest foreign cultures. This journey led me to a turning point where I felt compelled to, once again, entrust a part of myself to the light and winds of my homeland.
Gabriela Marie Milton – Let’s dig deeper into your work. Why black and white? I remember I wrote to you once that by choosing black and white, you create a new reality. The Renaissance in black and white is different from how the real Renaissance looked. Most people who visit Greece today believe that white (yellowish, grayish) and blue are the colors that dominated Ancient Greece. That is not true. The temples and statues were colored. Time transformed Greece. By choosing only black and white you transform reality. Why only black and white Naoki-san?
Naoki Kimura – The reason I specialize in monochrome photography is not to reject natural colors but because the contrast between the realism inherent in color representation and the unreality woven by monochrome expression resonates as an approach to human “imagination” and “sensitivity.” Monochrome photography tends to focus on the essence of the subject and express it in an abstract form.
While photography inherently gives the impression of being “real” or “existing in reality,” the essence of monochrome photography lies in creating scenes that do not actually exist. Through this abstraction, the universal characteristics and emotions of the subject are emphasized, bringing out a deeper sense of reality. If color photography can evoke individual emotions and meanings as realism, monochrome photography can be said to enable a universal empathy not influenced by color.
In summary, monochrome photography opens up new visual and emotional dimensions by stripping away color from reality and achieving a unique balance between reality and unreality. It is one of the methods that appeals to human perception and emotions, a means to explore the world “beyond of the surface” of the photograph.
Monochrome photography also has the characteristic of conveying a sense of the passage of time beyond capturing a “moment.” Of course, the same can be said for color photography, but the limited information in monochrome photos allows for even more freedom, making it a factor that can appeal to people’s concepts. In simpler terms, it might be a process of presenting a connection to the viewer’s “unique individual thoughts” and “nostalgia”.
While easy to understand, it is also easy to induce a directionality of thought, and I believe that “Black and White photographs”, which are less informative due to the lack of color, are more easily associated with concepts within the individual.
This may lead to the cultivation of deep emotions and a sense of symbolism, even though the imagery is unrealistic. By eliminating color information, we can emphasize the symbolic aspects of the subject, and in a state liberated from the influence of color, shapes, structures, and contrasts become sharper. When this happens, the symbolic meaning of the photograph emerges, approaching what I seek, which is akin to the concept of “Yuragi”(fluctuation) or “Nagi.”(Lull-calm)
I believe that there is a faint affinity between the infinite tonal range and the flow of time in “black and white.”
Gabriela Marie Milton – Please choose two of your favorite photographs and talk to me about them.
Naoki Kimura
At the top of the still chilly hill, Cherry trees in full bloom stand as if in love with their ancient glory. A single breeze that passes through is stopped. Bloom has been lulled.
It is said that there was a time of darkness when people feared evil spirits of rivers and mountains and turned to God.
”The dawn of the Renaissance, when humanity was restored.”
The fantastic accompaniment of the choir would have praised the freedom of the people. The dull glow of metal lies dormant behind a strict guard.
I wonder if the organ is still there with the same feeling.
The low, heavy sound of a car passing by outside. Only one pipe seemed to resonate.
I watched the faintly colored light of the sun shining through the window. I waited for the echo once more.
A slight tremble brought in the calm.
I wondered what it would praise for …now.
Gabriela Marie Milton Naoki-san, thank you again for this interview. Literary Revelations is thrilled to feature you and your magnificent art again. Anything else you would like to tell our readers? Anything else we should know about your work?
Naoki Kimura – I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude for taking the time to interview me. It has been an enriching experience to delve into your valuable insights and opinions, Gabriela-san. This interview has provided me with a fresh perspective, stimulating my thinking and creative endeavors. It has also given me the opportunity to reflect objectively on myself.
I am truly thankful for the consideration and support of “Literary Revelations” and of you Gabriela-san.
I would also like to extend my gratitude to the readers. I hope that my work reaches your hearts and inspires them. While my creations are shared through the medium of photography, your reception and interpretation add new depths to them. I hope that we can continue to explore new worlds together through my artwork.
With heartfelt appreciation,
And now, I would like to share a little about my work with all of you.
My work is an exploration of the ancient Japanese sentiment known as “Mono no aware” or the appreciation of the transience of things. This concept underlies all of my creations. Through the concept I refer to as “Yuragi ≒ Nagi (Fluctuation ≒ Lull)”, I aim to evoke empathy and resonance. Beyond visual perception, my work also seeks to connect with the emotional aspects through the material elements of original prints.
Thank you once again for this opportunity.
Gabriela Marie Milton – The pleasure is all mine, Naoki-san.
I am thrilled, proud, and excited so time to celebrate! Eleven months ago when I started Literary Revelations I secretly hoped that my publishing house would be listed by Doutrope in three or four years. I did not share my hope with anyone. Eleven months after Literary Revelations was born it made to Doutrope. I am happy as a human can be. I will share the links after I set up the profile for the publishing house.
Doutrope is an award-winner resource for writers and artists. As a writer and artist you can use it for a fee. You can access what Doutrope lists as best publishers, editors, journals, and literary agents.
On Sunday Literary Revelations received the following email.
And this is not all. Our upcoming collection Petal of Haiku: An Anthology was added as a resource too.
Please continue to submit to our anthology Petals of Haiku. Submission guidelines here.
Please note that mid-December we will publish Greenlandos, an excellent book for children written by Virginia Mateias. More about the book here.
Enjoy the rest of the week and thank you for submitting to Literary Revelations.
A few days ago, as a small token of appreciation for the support my followers on X have always given me, I posted on X a picture that I took in Rome, Italy. I invited my followers to leave a poem under the picture. I am deeply grateful to those who did so. It will be impossible to share with you all poems I received in one single post. This is the first post I made. I called it Roman Inspiration(I). More will follow.
The photo that I took and inspired them is the featured photo of this post.
Camellia @20_camellia
I lived, A courtesan in the leftovers of Rome When the sun was weak And the moon was shy… I fell in love with Constantine, I watched betrayal burn As I hid behind columns, In white lines of history… Love was truth But truth was blind…
Clary Logan @WanderingClary
soaring arches grand designs thumbprint of man from ages past awe… yes wonder… no not the way quiet birdsong calls me home where footprints of men are scarce
Tom Blend @tblend3
Mommas family bleed Red Roma tomatoes Learned to eat scungilli Octopus, lambs brains (only once) Northern Italian fields Drank wine from a big jug
Photo my Grandmother with friends in Italy somewhere.
Tracey Anne @Tre_Ce24
Romance in Rome
Fiery love affair flames of our souls take no notice of the stories foretell hazy mist of Tyrrhenian sea fanned inland by midsummer breeze blazing southern sun sizzles on my snow-kissed skin heaven is in your arms
Iamwritingoffline @AudreySemprun
She was an ancient ruin Much like Rome Barren and broken down Waiting to be …. Restored The poetry of the ages speaks to her in the rhythm of the blues and hollow structures begin to mold and to build all around her
Arjun @ArjunBhuv
Under the deep ruins and heaps of stones Dance those holy spirits and ghosts Glistening in its history of glory and curse Grandeur and beauty of the land of love Cradle of arts, music and great minds City of Gods and fountains and walls Holds countless stories of rise and fall
In a few daysLiterary Revelations will update you on our next publication Petals of Haiku. Thank you for your patience.
Hello everyone, we are pleased to bring you the poetry of John Grey. I hope you enjoy it.
BIO
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in New World Writing, North Dakota Quarterly and Lost Pilots. Latest books, ”Between Two Fires”, “Covert” and “Memory Outside The Head” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in California Quarterly, Seventh Quarry, La Presa and Doubly Mad.
MAINE SEAPORT AT NIGHT
The sea is calm and dark. Tide comes in like a roll-top desk closing.
On both sides of the pier, boats bob in place.
The bar is loud, as rocking and rollicking as a storm at sea.
The dock smells of fish which, in a seaport, is no smell at all.
THE NUMBERS
The numbers! They do…they do lie. Take 3 for example. It wouldn’t know the truth if it was the remainder when divided by 7. So screw you, 31. And go back where you came from, 19. If I could only get my hands on 2, I’d squeeze the thing so hard it would break up into 5 and 9. And do 5 plus 9 make 2? They would if they could get away with it.
Literary Revelations will update you on our next publication Petals of Haiku soon. Thank you for your patience.
Literary Revelations is thrilled to feature the poetry of Melissa Lemay. Melissa, we apologize for the wait and we thank you for your patience.
BIO
Melissa Lemay is a stay-at-home mother from Lancaster, Pennsylvania. She never graduated college. She has lived an interesting life and her experiences shape her writing (some might call it an obsession). She writes about God, addiction, trauma, healing, being a mother, and many other things. Additionally, she enjoys spending time with family, drinking good coffee, and cats–petting them, not drinking them. Find her at https://melissalemay.wordpress.com
A basking shark did shed a tear
I thought I saw God behind – as I was drowning in the sea – milking ocean brine for Heaven’s vagary.
And so I called to Him – He didn’t seem to hear. Still as I swam, a basking shark did shed a tear –
for the world thought him to be quite a spectacular scare. He slowly swam to me and held me out his Hand.
I obliged rather gratefully for lack of sight of land. On his broad back he placed me, and delightfully we swam.
Then I saw a book floating, tossing in the water. Baffled in our boating, I thought gather it – I ought to.
Onward we rode the current, over the sea anemones, my basking shark and me. And then I learned to read.
Begonias
I dreamt you slid your fingertips awash All down my spine and let them linger at Its base. You pressed your fingers into flesh. My legs, their muscles tense, became guitar
Strings that you played in notes that God had never Heard; climaxing gently in soft refrain. Your hands they turned to water and they stripped Blank petals from my flowers—tulips, roses
And begonias went splashing on their way. Dreams timeless carried on until I woke, Not sure of place, and dreams forgotten, yet I felt that you had been inside and played
Upon my heart and in my mind, the one And only light all tossed about at sea. Next time I’ll leave a light on and perhaps Catch sight of you as on my frets you play.
I dreamt strings that you played and begonias Went splashing on my heart and in my mind.
Literary Revelations will update you on our next publication Petals of Haiku soon. Thank you for your patience.
Echoes lost in Stars was releases by Literary Revelations on St. Patrick’s Day. It’s a fabulous poetry collection that made three times #1 Amazon Top Release. You can get it here.
in moonlight by PS Conway
the Book of the Dead
recalls you in moonlight
silver bones
flesh of gold
hair like lapis lazuli
high upon the desert sands
with starshine your sacred scrim
the whimsy of the night wind
tugging gently on your raiment
its sequined scarab caress
lost in a shadowed codex
as with memory, treasure rusts
and i am left … longing
Literary Revelations will update you on our next publication Petals of Haiku soon. Thank you for your patience.
Have a great Sunday and a wonderful week ahead. Two weeks ago I created a video for Echoes Lost in Stars by PS Conway. Our beloved Japanese painter Hikari watched the video and was inspired by one of the images I used. She painted for me a superb piece that she entitled “Japanese White Eye.” I am beyond grateful to her for her love, generosity, and talent. I am deeply humbled by her gesture. So I wrote a poem for her entitled Japanese White Eye.
I hope you enjoy the painting and the poem.
Japanese White Eye by Hikari
To Hikari – Japanese White Eye – poem by Gabriela Marie Milton
An angel placed a fan in your soft hands The sighs of clouds poured talent in your soul Beneath your pale and weightless fingers Your paintings dream the sweetness of Sakura The stillness of washitsu (和室) in the daylight Still lingers on your face and on your dress. Show me the hill on which spring beauties cry and take me to the silence of the Japanese White Eye.
It is my pleasure to bring you a reading from PS Conway’s Echoes Lost in Stars – a very beautiful poetry collection.
i dreamed a meadow into being
i dreamed a meadow into being a quiet place of hushed pastels an endless Eden of humming bees and faerie trees where the sun’s puft breeze sibilates the grace of such intention
i dreamed a meadow into being absent all the scars of man cities of wildflowers towering over grasses and songbirds pass the days away under the hazy glaze of Lugh’s gaze midst misty fogs of morning
David Sydney is a physician. He has had pieces in Little Old Lady Comedy, 101 Words, Microfiction Monday, 50 Give or Take, Friday Flash Fiction, Entropy Squared, Grey Sparrow Journal, Bright Flash Literary Review, Disturb the Universe, Pocket Fiction, R U Joking, and Rue Scribe.
ICU Discussion
“You think there’s a chance for Mel?” asked Freda.
Dr. Fromberg mentioned there was always a chance. Mel, sedate in Intensive Care, couldn’t hear a thing.
“He’s not eating, of course. So, we’re feeding him by tube,” explained Dr. Fromberg.
They were in an unoccupied room near Mel’s. Freda said she was surprised to hear about his condition.
“He must’ve been sick for at least a year,” explained the physician.
“Maybe.” She seemed unaware. “Say, how did my name end up as the person to notify in the record?”
“Aren’t you his wife?”
“Was.”
She hadn’t seen Mel in the past eight months – not him nor the money he owed, as she put it.
“Eight months, huh?”
“The payments go back before that.”
The doctor repeated that Mel had a chance to pull through.
“A chance?” Freda was puzzled.
“Small, I admit.”
“I don’t think so,” frowned Freda. “Not now, if Mel can stop paying for good.”
Soon, we will bring you more news about Naoki’s fabulous work and achievements.
The photo:
The Door – A Poem for a Photo – By Gabriela Marie Milton
outside the door the consciousness of man not yet awaken uninterrupted thirst for black and white a soporific language touches your left arm from nothingness we’re born right here to grow in black and white our azaleas and then to leave for other continents
behind the door the virgin space between the numbers 1 and 2 is quiet the paradise of our non-existent days shines in your eyes and in the Northern City called Taipei we are two dolls like two creations interrupted by black and white and shadows on the floor
Ken Goodman’s poetry was published in various journals. His life purpose can be stated as follows:
“When ecstatic meditation blends with poetry creation, deLightning strikes to point to understanding wordlessly— thus the joyous challenge to express linguistically.”
Ken (from Cleveland) began writing poems soon after he was granted an opportunity to stand alone in Emily Dickinson’s bedroom. It was there (in a blissful daze) that these lines were hastily scribbled:
Literary Revelations will publish an update about our upcoming anthology Petals of Haiku soon. Until then we hope you enjoy our new feature.
Bio
Dominik Slusarczyk is an artist who makes everything from music to painting. He was educated at The University of Nottingham where he got a degree in biochemistry. His poetry has been published in various literary magazines including Fresh Words and Berlin Lit. His poetry was long listed in the VOLE Books Summer Competition 2023 and was a finalist in the Flying South Contest 2023.
The Weather
Deceive me. I will dream And not know me.
Stoat and fair is the lowly hare.
History repeats itself occasionally but it means no harm let it be.
Surrender. We surround the heather And control the weather.
Piercing Ears
Drive all night While I read you short stories From this little book With big adventures in.