How Gods Make Love
and other rambling & rubbish
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Apothecaries Unleashed Part I [From Chapter 1 - Rhyme on a String]
Did you feel that?
I think your shadow is touching mine.
I think your spirit is setting fire to ours.
I think your eyes are looking through my world.
There are apothecaries against and for us;
And I think there is chemistry between you and I.
There were no banshees screaming out loud;
And there was a peace like never felt today;
But you could have killed the cows and ants with us;
Because you and me … It was there.
I know you felt it – Cause I felt you feel it;
Feelings and sentiments; heart beats and blood.
You and Me?
Chemicals.
february 17, 2005 | 9:00 pm | baby sister’s friend stole my heart
Betrayal of the Soil [From Chapter 2: Dirges to Sprinkle Flowers]
What is this emptiness I feel?
I am in the land of the full and free;
And yet my soul is sad at the loss of a lover;
At the haste and finality of departure;
At the closing of doors, goodbye – alone;
At the depth of decisions sinking into bone.
What is this deep seated regret I know?
I am not afraid of what’s behind me;
And yet my pain is bigger than strength;
Than the test of time, a growth of grace;
A miracle; a speed and blessing disguised;
A knowing, a gnawing all subsidized.
september 16, 2007| day of exile | logan international | wondering what happened
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About the Book
'how gods make love' is a flamingly and yet aptly titled repertoire of poetry; some rhyming; others outrageously discolored while others wind down roads of passion and downright outlandish humor.
All in all, there is just something special about reading these odes, musings and pleas to countless women - all the time wondering what life events inspired them. But maybe, you are probably much safer not necessarily knowing the whole truth!
Not all the poems are about love, though. Some dwell on 'tough love' subjects like race, the art of being human or even, a fly on the wall. Broken down into somewhat standoffishly titled chapters, this is a collection you may want to keep with you for a rainy day when you want to read something that might be familiar - and yet is a thousand miles away in a dark place. As a hint to understanding some of the author's stuff, read the underlined caption at the end of each poem. Then you will 'tut tut' away and 'aha' moments may ensue since you'll have a better idea of what he is bellyaching about!
About the Author
Dennis Matanda currently lives in Belmont, Massachusetts; and read international relations for both undergraduate and graduate school.
He still, four years later, writes the ever so popular weekly relationship column [Man Talk] for the Ugandan audience - a feature that has, itself, morphed from an advise | agony piece to some kind of reality tell all expose.
Dennis plans to start some sort of post graduate school in the Spring of 2010 and expects to finally finish 'Master of the Sagging Cheeks' - a fictional and yet bizarrely satirical look at the inner workings of the celebrated African government. When he is not writing, he spends a bit of time in his VW - burning the asphalt between corporate communication assignments or anything in between.