Dissident Editions has realised that the publication of small-circulation, quality books of radical-philosophical (tiny minority) interest is dead.

It died a long time ago. The profit-motive killed it.

Big Business and the Nation State have silenced all versions of The Word that do not serve their corrupt, greedy, evilly-Protean cause - which is, in the end, the destruction of the planet for money, status and vainglory.

Nation-states and Turbo-capitalism have killed awareness that awareness is suppressed.

Dissident Editions is in the vanguard of free, anti-copyright web-publishing - until the Web, too, is controlled and censored by corporate and governmental evil.

The advantage of the Internet over print is that both text and presentation can be re-edited and improved daily, if it seems necessary.
It also allows writers and poets to be their own publishers, in control of their own material - for better or for worse - and to extend their talent or genius to web-presentation.

When the poet is also a painter and photographer, the Web is virtually the only way for him to present his vision.

The Internet allows truly democratic access to anyone with a computer and an enquiring mind. This site has received mail from such varied visitors as an Albanian émigrée, a French craftsman, an English schoolboy, and a Finnish monk...

The Internet is now the only possible medium for Oracles.

 

This website is dedicated to
the holiness of animals
and the irredeemability of Man.

Art dilutes truth,
religion glorifies untruth;
poetry must enter between the eyes.

A STATEMENT FROM ONE OF OUR AUTHORS:

" At the age of 21, after dreary years of brain-washing and body-despising "education", I decided that I would no longer tolerate the oppression of contemptible hierarchies, and that employment after the confusing punishment of childhood and adolescence was an indignity too far.

"I was also so acutely aware of the misery and injustice in the world that beauty made me weep. So, although I had no recognised talent, I decided to devote my life to poetry and to try making my life into a continually self-revising poem.

"I eventually came to believe that the only poems worth writing - and reading - are those that celebrate non-human things, simplicity and humbleness;
or those that can persuade at least one person to unsubscribe from everything.
For the most beautiful music is when music stops."

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TRIOLET

by Wendy Cope

I used to think all poets were Byronic -
Mad, bad and dangerous to know.
And then I met a few.
Yes it's ironic -
I used to think all poets were Byronic.
They're mostly wicked as a ginless tonic
And wild as pension plans.
Not long ago I used to think all poets were Byronic -
Mad, bad and dangerous to know.