Art of Dying

In Redhawk's 90 new poems, his unrelenting voice is honest, unapologetic and exhilarating. Whether he is telling a funny story or indicting Western civilization, Redhawk lays bare the pain and ecstasy of the human condition. Admirers of his three previous collections will be further moved by this new book, and newcomers will find a voice that speaks to each soul.Getting FamousYoung men and women do not be fooledby the dealers in dreams.They would have you believethat if only your work gets seenby the right person, somehowfame will shower you.It's a trick, a con; everyoneis drowning, no one is special, no oneknows how the Light works orwhy it is suddenly on them.Give no thought to fame, you are being taken in by lies, seduced by the promise of orderjust beneath the surface andif you just make the right moves thenyou will fit in, you will beone of themwho is loved by the millions.There is no love in fame; it drains you dry and then itspits your carcass into a ditch.There is no order to fame, it ischaos, 3 people waiting for a busand a car out of controlstrikes the middle one.You can't outsmart it. If it wants youit will find you wherever you areand if it doesn't theneven if you step in front of it, stillit will strike the person in the middle and leave you standing therewaiting for the bus.