No Time Under the Sun

By Aiden Garabed Farrell

Aiden Farrells No time under the sun strikes an incredible balance between innocence and maturity. One has the impression of looking at human experience through the eyes of a bearded old man who somehow remembers the electric emotions of youth. Love, regret, anger, violence, and happiness are all approached with wonderment and technical mastery. After reading this collection, we should all look forward to seeing Farrells future work as he grapples with the million things that have escaped into history. (Self of the after noon) Brian Brazeau -Academic Dean

A mystical, mysterious and enchanting journey into the self..One feels light and youthful upon reading these poems. Maryama Antoine-English Teacher

Aiden Farrell's collection of poems is impressive as it drums its way--literally--through familiar forests, across rain-drenched streets, and up into the imperial home of the clouds. His fine-tuned ear is magical in his poetry--he skillfully employs internal rhymes, alliteration, and consonance while creatively managing syntactical structures in poems such as "Summer," "Celebration of the Eternal Dawn of Moon and Sun," and "No Time Under the Sun" that show his experience as a percussionist. Even more impressive is the range of fresh and striking images that flow from his pen to accentuate traditional themes of innocence ("Woman and the Wide Open Sky Above") to defiance ("Watery" and "Cut Me Up") to celebration ("Skin") and finally to loss (the elegaic "Jean"). In today's environmentally-conscious world, Farrell's rich allusions to the natural world re-energize the call for preserving our maternal Earth, but in the end, his collection is about words and the power of poetry--words that may "disappear into the grasses" as he searches for them in the poem "Excerpt from Autumn Manifests" . . . and all throughout the collection, he talks of finding his lost words, but someone should tell him, "Your words have been there all along! Bravo!" It is apt, then, that the final lines of his final poem "dyeing" discover Farrell declaring softly that creativity arrives and makes his "thoughtlessness [and cloudy] windows [. . .] clear without a sound."

John Kim- English Teacher

Aiden has given us a collection which resonates with maturity of subject and voice. We can see the self emerging through the lines, vulnerable and joyous. Duncan McEarchen- English Teacher

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Mar 29, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483604718

Aiden Garabed Farrell

Whenever I have written the things I wanted to say, the words came in verse- verse, for me, is more natural. I don’t even know if you can call my writing-writing in verse-but my natural tendency is rhythm. Poetry has a natural rhythm to it. I drum a lot…drumming is as close to me as my writing is. When I drum I enter a trance. Sometimes in writing, you can approach a similar state, but it’s often serendipitous, though you have to be receptive and tolerant of yourself to let it all come out. Drumming is easier than writing though because it is more primal – writing itself is a very human thing; it’s learned; it’s something one has to work at, something upon which improvements can be made. What I write is an expression of personal experiences. Drumming is somehow more connected to the cosmic order—there is something very ancient about it. The way I think about writing is that it is like praying, worshipping, a ritual to whatever we believe makes us.

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NO TIME

UNDER THE SUN

Poems by

Aiden Garabed Farrell

Copyright © 2013 by Aiden Garabed Farrell.

ISBN:                Softcover                978-1-4836-0470-1

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Rev. date: 03/21/2013

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CONTENTS

Excerpt From Autumn Manifests

Watery

Skin

Summer

No Time Under The Sun

Barks Grow Soft To The Whimper

Damp Damp Lamplight

Midnight Wander

Cross Section

Climb Up The Rough Grain

Woman And Wide Open Sky Above

Like The Sky

Autumn Instruction Hymn

Infinite Teller

The Woman Who Lost Her Arms

Four Birds

Cut Me Up

Melt

Celebration Of The Eternal Dawn Of Moon And Sun

Self Of The After Noon

Jean

Dyeing

With these words I acknowledge: The American School of Paris’ Excellence Fund, Mark Ulfers, Aaron Hubbard, Christopher Friendly, Maryama Antoine and Diane Smith (my 8th grade teacher who told me one day I would be published.)

EXCERPT FROM

AUTUMN MANIFESTS

W here are the words?

Whose loopy lines swoop and guide me

Through the needle’s eye, down

Currents cascading, swept

Up through winds higher than mesospheres where

The earth’s tilt and glow

Shine to mars?

Are they gone?

Have they vanished?

In silent eyeing chords of ink?

Scratched

And