' The Sleeping Lord is perhaps the best introductory volume to Jones's work; the contours can be seen most clearly here, and the textures, though rich, are less elaborate than in The Anathemata , since there is an open, dramatic qualit
'The mind of David Jones is capable of such breathtaking leaps across the centuries, that nothing can appear incongruous in his writings and they all help to shed light on him as an artist and as a poet.' Apollo
This collection of occasional writing 'reveals a consistency, a subtlety, a creativeness springing from tradition . . For David Jones every sentence is wrought with artistry; and as compared with the arid conceptual approach of so much academic
At the beginning of Earthâs history, God planted a garden for man to inhabit. At the end of time, the Bible reveals that mankind can once again walk with his creator in a perfect garden paradise. Between the books of Genesis and Revelati...
Everyone has a specific garment that God has prepared for them to wear. From the begining of time God has ordained that his people would wear a special item of clothing. It would be unlike anything else worn in the whole of God's creation and was only...
Who is the Bride of Christ? The Bride is the hidden treasure at the heart of God's creation. She is the precious mystery concealed in the oracles of God. The sacred writings begin with the creation of the Bride and conclude with her revelation.
""She was like the dawn, insubstantial and somehow transient, as though she would fade from reality at any moment."Every day the villagers watch as Death, a spectral suit of black armour mounted upon a horse, rides through the valley beneath...
This wild-west cowboy story is about Jack Jones whoâs the sheriff of Abilene, being tall rugged, and handsome, he went around thinking he was godâs gift to women. What he didnât know was that some of...
The past is dead, The future a Dreaming prospect. Life is now nowhere Else. Live, live for Today I say, but The moments tick And groan, moan With the dismal passage Of time and I wait Forever for what Cannot be. Poems of feeling and experience, the anthol...