Kirjahaku

In The Lost Fragments of Heraclitus, award-winning poet Neil Carpathios channels the great Greek philosopher, Heraclitus, who may be a distant relative of the author. In doing so, Carpathios shares his own highly original aphorisms, which he claims may have been cowritten by the disembodied spirit of his "Uncle Heraclitus." With this Borgesian premise as the backdrop, the result is an outpouring of philosophy, spirituality, humor, and poetry in the form of hybrid literary fragments by turns magically real, metaphorical, and soul-searching. This quirky, inventive collection is sure to provoke thought, entertain, and even move the reader to a deeper appreciation of what it means to be human.

In The Lost Fragments of Heraclitus, award-winning poet Neil Carpathios channels the great Greek philosopher, Heraclitus, who may be a distant relative of the author. In doing so, Carpathios shares his own highly original aphorisms, which he claims may have been cowritten by the disembodied spirit of his "Uncle Heraclitus." With this Borgesian premise as the backdrop, the result is an outpouring of philosophy, spirituality, humor, and poetry in the form of hybrid literary fragments by turns magically real, metaphorical, and soul-searching. This quirky, inventive collection is sure to provoke thought, entertain, and even move the reader to a deeper appreciation of what it means to be human.

To get at the mysterious inner essence of human experience requires an almost savage preoccupation with attentiveness. By keenly looking outward, then corkscrewing deeply inward, Neil Carpathios attempts to locate and "understand / the origin of all tears." What is the function of sadness? How can one know delight in a world of conflict, pain, and loneliness? How do birth and death overlap in this miraculous place? Clues are uncovered to these and other questions in surprising moments, such as when the poet eavesdrops on two angels hovering in the corner of his dying mother's hospital room, or when a homeless friend describes the art of homelessness. Ghosts are everywhere, as are the flesh and blood people that make life worth living. In poems of rare and raw honesty and directness, Carpathios invites the reader into the beautiful, and awful, silences of his heart.

To get at the mysterious inner essence of human experience requires an almost savage preoccupation with attentiveness. By keenly looking outward, then corkscrewing deeply inward, Neil Carpathios attempts to locate and "understand / the origin of all tears." What is the function of sadness? How can one know delight in a world of conflict, pain, and loneliness? How do birth and death overlap in this miraculous place? Clues are uncovered to these and other questions in surprising moments, such as when the poet eavesdrops on two angels hovering in the corner of his dying mother's hospital room, or when a homeless friend describes the art of homelessness. Ghosts are everywhere, as are the flesh and blood people that make life worth living. In poems of rare and raw honesty and directness, Carpathios invites the reader into the beautiful, and awful, silences of his heart.