When we started the Ovi bookshop we aimed to reach people in variety of themes and interests. Six years after and forty-five books we have had thousands of downloads and thousands copies of our books are part of EBooks collections all around the world. I know it sounds weird but I was so proud when browsing in the internet one day I found six of our books in one of those torrent/sharing files sites. I know, I know it is illegal and all that but the same time in a very strange way, it proves that we are doing something right and that there are people out there who haven’t realize that all our publications – just like everything else – is for free but they feel that they are worth to have even if that means crossing certain lines. Strange how controversial things can make you proud.
You all know David; you have read his poems, his ideas. And he has
managed to communicate with his words, his heart and his spirit with all
of you. Now David Sparenberg is publishing a book with Ovi magazine
reaching out and communicating with more hearts and souls.
Prolonging David’s book I wrote: “David says that there is hope. As
long we connect our spirits and open our minds, remembering the
forgotten calling. Remembering that we are all fundamentally connected
with Mother Earth. And it doesn’t matter how much you agree or disagree,
David starts the dialogue and with your participation you are already
culturally connected. The rest …we can do it together.”
And David Sparenberg’s “Life In The Age Of Extinctions” is such a
calling. Read his book, take a slow breathe and start the dialogue with
David and yourself just like he’s calling you to do.
You can download David’s book, HERE! You just click on the name and the download starts automatically.
I thought since it is David Sparenberg’s …special day to add in this introduction his latest thoughts.
A person does not stand on their opinions, unless this person is a
fool. What are opinions? The nearest thing to nothing. Opinions are
often obese and generally feed on junk food. They are but dust in the
wind, and blown apart more frequently than changing weather.
But there comes a time in life, a point Archimedean, when, I believe,
a person stands upon convictions. By this, not principles out of cold
abstractions; no, not carvings of dead stuff; but a kind of
feeling-philosophy, a light threaded into the DNA of identity, gathered
in hindsight from the experience of being alive over duration of a
certain measure of space and time.
And when convictions are fueled through truth-force, infusing a
poetic of solar energy, one stands in strength, alert, and sustained by
Truly, I will say, the two legs, the spine, and with the face facing
into this condition of existence—these physical realities are at the
root of human dignity. Within this context, to stand up—to show one’s
face, to open one’s voice—this is the first expression of an intention.
And within this intention, or the intention of being human which I
envision, emerge, in writhing out of dreamtime, the lightning tongued
serpents of Aesclepius, and in the sharing of a healing dream, the
extension that is movement is a movement unto freedom.
Toward our transformations, when they are such—oh have you not
dreamed and felt this also?—creation turns in the mutuality of longing,
awaiting liberation. Standing, as power, when we do, in the valley of
fate, in the narrow defiance of the mountain of promise.
28 November 2012