Danny Metcalfe : Writing

The Bear.

The Bear.

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


The Bear in the dead of summer sings to serenade the fish, the strength of his mouth as vulnerable as the flute---his prey cannot resist the waltz..
Aeon.

Aeon.

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


Dead girl hiding behind buried mirrors which reflect handkerchief bouquets. I shine brightly in my tomb, I am foolish enough to wave the sapphire ..
The Language of Politics and its Effect On The Public Mind.  (Article)

The Language of Politics and its Effect On The Pub..

A Story by Danny Metcalfe


There is nothing so deceptive as the language of politicians---The meaning behind such language is not truth; but tactical propaganda aimed at the p..
Myths.

Myths.

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


The universal history is the infinite expression of unique law before the silence of God and so we come to dream in a foreign language, the origin of ..
In an Opulent Spring.

In an Opulent Spring.

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


In an opulent spring I swam among fields of baptism, my breathing was deep and rhythmic in accordance with higher law; I composed a music ..
The crossing of the magician

The crossing of the magician

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


Oh! The holy temple, the numen of my heart creating fires of new flesh! I saw the first moon of female sexuality in a red violet sky..
On The Nature of Politics.

On The Nature of Politics.

A Story by Danny Metcalfe


The fundamental nature of politics is guided by egocentric-consciousness, that being that which identifies as that which they are not i.e. the body, t..
Two essays.

Two essays.

A Story by Danny Metcalfe


On The State of Modern Art.William S Burroughs stated ‘’ it is to be remembered that all art is magical in origin - music,sculpture, writi..
   The Writer as Magician.

The Writer as Magician.

A Story by Danny Metcalfe


The writer is first and foremost many things, they are: artist, psychologist, philosopher, sociologist, inventor, comedian…etc...but m..
The Ogre.

The Ogre.

A Story by Danny Metcalfe


My grandfather told me this story. Once in his youth, he was camping in the Yorkshire moors. He often stayed there for 10 days or more and took ..