A Green Desert Father Vol.10 - Strolling In Byzantium
In March 2013, Richard Mc Sweeney, a self-originating lyrical philosopher of Éire brought out a 794-paged hardback titled A Green Desert Father having as its subtitle Philosophical converse of an Árd Rí (High King) of Ireland. This contemporary collectable is a chronologically compiled anthology dating from January 2011 to February 2013 of original narratives, poems, fictional dialogues, and scenic photographs. It boldly addresses several universal themes such as love, freedom, morality, human trafficking, children and spousal abuse, religion, politics, fanaticism, prophecy, cosmology, art, fashion, music, and the esoteric.
There are conversations in it with for instance Anne Boleyn, Alan Shore, Matthias Stormberger, Michel de Nostredame, Edgar Cayce, James Joyce, Joseph Goebbels, Greta Garbo, The Congregatio pro Doctrina Fidei, Dalai Lama, Nigella Lucy Lawson, Angela Merkel, Sjón (Sigurjón Birgir Sigurðsson), and Richard Dawkins just to name a few.
Aside from being a cosmopolitan work it is a one of a kind personal social commentary on early 21st century Ireland as it contains over seventy pages devoted exclusively to the author’s historic and courageous bid to become the 9th President of Ireland.
The entire work is being made available exclusively here on Shopify in 13 short volumes. The scenic photographs of the print work are not included.
This 10th volume contains nine make-believe conversations: six with self, and one each with Ambar Vilma Montes, Jehanne la Pucelle d’Orléans - ‘Joan of Arc’, and Beloved Éire (Ireland). Each one was inspired and composed simultaneously in one sitting.
Edition: Word document
Font: Garamond 11
Approximate word count: 9,557
“Have you never heard the story of the man
who floated an entire fleet of equities
on the market of nine to elevens before
the next future having ever been sold?
I can’t say I have, n’ neither can’t I say, I haven’t.
Then where are we when it comes to cross crossbows;
where are we when it comes to cross crossroads?
Those are expressions confined to a consubstantiation.
Leave the expectation n’ you may reach to an awakening
realization that of all the components in the subterranean
of the above n’ on board ground, there is something
clearly hidden out in clear view.
With where are you proceeding with such a line
of thinking thought turning through?
Heard tell in historic rumour or no that it never happened.
What in historic; what never happen?
That Jehanne la Pucelle d’Orléans was never even at
the stake in la Place du Vieux-Marché de Rouen.
What do you mean tell to be told in this the 21st century
of clear widely known knowledge for it to have been true?
There is no clear knowledge on this to be had
so it is better to leave it to best rest, n’ left alone
in an evening encoded n’ well stowed away.
Who then did transform in the wafting smoke on that day?
All I know n’ know is it wasn’t, Jehanne la Pucelle.
Say on some more your dreaming.
All right; all right, all right it is true!
It wasn’t me who met her death on that day in May;
that 30th day of May in the year 1431 Anno Domini,
in la Place du Vieux-Marché de Rouen.
Who was it then?
It was . . .” Jehanne
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