Last WordsTowards an Insurrection of the Poetic Imagination
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"I have come to know my life as fiction." So begins the author’s searingly personal account of transforming his real life losses and traumas through poetry, cinema, ritual theatre, and in his relationships. Topics include The Clouds of Unknowing; Vertical Integrity; Amor Fati; Cinema of the Future; Anima Attacks!; Reinventing the Romantic; Fine-Tuning Your B.S. Detector; The Self-improvement Scam; The Alchemy of Obsession; Courting the Muses; Frontier Scouts of the Gene Pool; The End of the World as I Want It; and much more. Featuring the photographic art of Sylvi Alli, his artistic collaborator and partner over three decades, along with her Afterword on their extraordinary journey together.
Antero Alli sent me a remarkable book, Last Words. It is not cooked up with the usual parting narcissism of late life autobiographies. It is profound. It’s beautifully written, generous and not preachy. I am surprised every time I read an entry. Thank you, Antero.
Last Words are words that last. Per chance from the first glance. With each line, Antero personifies the rebirth of a man. His memoir mirrors the gems unearthed from dirt and sand. The hourglass works as fast as inertia can. Beyond the life of his personal span, the pen work expands its reach with surgeon hands. Scarred from Last Words that resonate with more wisdom than the clergy clans burning brands.
Nahshid Sulaiman (aka One Be Lo)
There’s no escaping it; each of us in our time will confront loss in its many forms: loss of love, health, innocence, loss of life; such losses form a tapestry, each thread woven from the next ‘high’ or ‘low’ or ‘in between,’ all part of this mystery we’re passing through. And among the many losses we suffer, life can also be a joyous dance, a game we play, a palette from which to paint—if we choose to frame it that way. Antero Alli’s Last Words represent another loss, one where wisdom can be gained: that by acknowledging our losses head on, in some way we can become larger, deeper, fuller; there’s a silent grace that comes with such knowledge. And as we walk through the next door to whatever may await, with it comes the understanding that there’s little time left to look back at what is or was or what might have been It was all part of the journey that got us here, and what’s immediately in front of us is where we should be right now.
Having reveled in Antero Alli’s visionary films and writings for many years, I’ve come to eagerly anticipate their celebration of the encompassing nature of the soul. Yet, none have meant more to me than Last Words: Towards an Insurrection of the Poetic Imagination. I’ve felt my soul enlightened and calmed by this beautifully composed and sequenced collection of meditations and revelations, this philosophical chronicle of tears and joys. What’s more, I’ve felt myself an active participant in its poems, which embody the daily journey toward insurrection; that is, authenticity, and conscious spurning of the ‘mass media waterboarding of the collective psyche.’ Deeply woven in the book’s generosity of spirit is the relentless pursuit of clarity, the desire to create and nurture community, and the call to gratitude even for our struggles—all as essential to a life truly lived as the gift of unpredictability or love, the ‘mystery of being,’ and the prayer incarnate in positive, creative action.