Mike in Southern California
Date: Saturday May
I just realized I've been checking out your site for 3
Here is great
poetry, which penetrates deeply into the mind
and galvanises it like electroshock.
It communicates your perception of the pain, the global pain
of other people,
all humankind, and the whole universe.
But at the same time it somehow makes you stronger and ... wiser...
Russia, April 2005
« I have spent a long time roaming
the Wonderland you have built
with your imagination and your art:
your website really is magnificent and I regret that my English
is not good enough
to express my appreciation fully.
You are dissident
from this society of money-violence, but you are
faithful to the beasts, the colours, the flowers, the butterflies
Your website presents
a vision and a map of the true homeland of the heart -
exact and glowing, like the flight of a butterfly.
Thankyou for this gift. »
Milan, January 2003.
thank you for the wonderful site. It made me laugh at practically
every turn. I love accuracy and candor. I found you by looking
But you're wrong about one thing: there is a need in this
world that's honest, and that is the need for someone
like you to write something like this that allows us,
in the cataleptic flailing of our consciences, to see
ourselves. This wormhole mirror inside your site/sight
is Rimbaud, Eliot, and Debord all rolled into one.
and well done.
website, many lovely pages,
many disturbing images...much dissidence."
Books, Canada, April 2005
I find all of the material on your site engaging, incredibly
honest, inspiring, brave, moving, fascinating, exciting and
part of the continuum of necessary rebellion I feel myself a
what I found initially attractive about your site is the omnipresent
yet not overwhelming sense of newness, otherness, difference.
Text shape and size and fonts have always interested me, together
with oblique phrases somehow cutting through. It is this which
makes Dissident Editions a place I want to return to
again and again...if only for a reality check!
It's sterling work and I am honoured to be a small part of it.
Cullis, June 2005
feel exactly like Camus:
'The basic metaphysical problem is the question of
Yet people like you make me think that still there is
Your website is now my homepage."
- Jehovanna Maria Arcia Torres,
Panama, November 2002.
like the way you express with poetry
complex and extreme ideas."
where credited otherwise, the
images on this Website - photographs,
paintings, drawing, monoprint and metamorphotos -
are by Anthony Weir.
"Hey man, I
greatly enjoyed exploring your various web pages,
from the bearded kissing men to the religious exhibitionistic
You have a marvelous collection of pictures and many thoughtful
observations as well.
Thank you for sharing all of it!"
at my desk at 9.30 this morning looking up Crannógs
as, until last night,   I was unaware of their existence.
After an hour learning about Sweathouses
and other things
I started out on the essays and poetry.
I cannot say any more than Thank You for the most meaningful
I have ever entered.        It is now
John Spencer, December 2002
e-mailed to this site
by a 16-year old reader:
your poetry because of the way you look on things,
I love the way you string your words together,
When I received your book, 'The Transcendental Hotel'
after about a day of reading your poems I just thought:
- what the hell does transcendental
I got the dictionary out and it said:
'transcendental - surpassing
experience, supernatural, abstruse.'
I then went on to look up 'abstruse' to define the meaning
'abstruse' - 'obscure,
difficult to understand , profound'
The above words are just right to describe the book,
a collection of poems which aren't your boring average poems!
have many favourite bits in the book I like
but this has to be one of the best:
'To them I say: Honour the toad for we live only as we
What the hell does that mean? I thought.
Who cares! it's a great collection of words
that I haven't heard or thought of before that interested
and excited me.
Another thing that I like about your poems is the titles!
'The truest dissidence
oh... I thought, what do you mean by that?
I go on to read the poem and I can't understand any of it
but there are phrases in it like
'false poets suck up
I don't know quite what you mean by that but it makes you think,
it's not just a thought that goes away!
found other bits like...
'I died before I was
born and after I was forced though birth
I died and died again.'
I don't know what that means but I thought about it damn
trying to understand it:
I think that the reason why I like your poems is
because they make me think,
and I'm interested to know the answer!
message from the
site with terrific,
There should be many more
like this -
pity that there aren't."
Trevor Hewett, Cornwall,
Not all feedback has been positive.
I have, unsurprisingly, received considerable (anonymous) abuse:
from barry in Cork (Ireland) on 03.12.2009:
what a load of shit - who are you to pretend to understand
death to muslims and may you rot in hell, bastard
Jindra Hrdlicka, Ontario, Canada. March 2005.
two days I read...and I read...the pages on your website...
It was on a whim that I typed the word "dissident"
I was a dissident in the country where the student Jan Palach
when the Russians invaded in 1968.
At that time I left for Canada, only to become dissident again.
Where to go now ?
Looking for some emotional rescue I turned to my much despised
I found your site and now I feel so much better.
Your powerful observations remain with me.
Your sinking heart is sinking with another one...
And I now truly appreciate our dog Lía, Siberian
Husky, rescued - now ageing beauty.
For the first time in my life I deign to share with her the Hungarian
salami that I love...
I added your site to my favorites tonight. I could only
spend about two hours reading. I had been referred to
look at 'kinky' Irish stone carvings. This I did, but
went on to look at the poetry. I found myself crying.
Having left a career in February 2003 as a Nursing Home
Administrator, and known very well that the Catholic
healthcare system who I worked for treated people much
like your pics of maltreated animals, I cried.
I have been terribly depressed and lost.
Your words have spoken volumes to me about feelings
I could not put into my words.
I will read more again. Thank you.
Brigid Steele, September 2003
"Just to tell you that yesterday at a meeting
of contemporary Tamil poets and scientists I read aloud an Albanian
poem from your website.
was amazed that though some of us don't even know where Albania
is on the world map, we could feel the same pulse throb here in
a remote Indian town, writing in a language as old as Sanskrit,
but unread, unknown, unsung... like the Albanians ?"
Gowri Ramnarayan, Tamil Nadu, South India.
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