Poetry by Kevin Trent Boswell
Here, you get to experience the original poetry by Magus, the owner of Conjure Work. Because you’re on this site, you’re already familiar with Magus (Kevin Trent Boswell) as a conjure man.
This, however, is a far step to the left; it’s an entirely different medium. Since the age of eighteen, Kevin Trent Boswell has been composing poetry in various forms. Equally comfortable with complex structure and free-form, avant-garde experiments. The modus operandi is to skip around and taste each fruit.
The business of conjuring Spirits and musical sounds usually presents a bevy of distractions. Therefore, poetry is never first on the list of priorities. Still, Magus has penned well over a thousand works.
Of these, roughly two dozen single publications are floating around… somewhere. And then, of course, these complete volumes are on display before you, here.
However, you can get them right here, straight from the author and with a signing option, at no extra charge.
The official site for Magus’s poetry is:
Patronage of the arts is what fuels extraordinary periods of enlightenment in society. One only needs to look at history to see the correlation between art and other positive global advances.
Here’s the list of books available. Click on the titles if you’d prefer to get them from Amazon.
Chaos Comes Apart is the result of a flurry of inspiration that came as a result of workings done with Venus. It’s about the extreme circumstances that we can sometimes find ourselves in without even trying. Life is often turned upside down by forces beyond our control, and yet, even those upsets do not last forever. The only unchangeable thing is change itself.
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This collection contains two parts. The first is a general compendium of poetry and prose. The second section is the complete body of song lyrics by Kevin Trent Boswell (aka Magus). That’s complete as of the publication date; new work comes out regularly.
Over sixty original songs are presehere, pulling from solo work and various bands throughout the years. The poetry section is mainly the newest material, everything written since the publication of the previous eight collections. We live in a time when one must steel themselves before checking the daily news. It feels as if rarely a day goes by without some new firestorm is occurring, whether figuratively or literally.
It is more important than ever to remember what is good in this life. This author believes that the highest, best, and most noble elements of this earthly existence are love and art.
Of all the things that a person might choose to do these days, all the ways one may spend their time, love, and art should rank at the top of the list. Love on the people you love; make sure there is no lingering doubt in their minds. That should be priority number one. Outside of this, take copious amounts of time to bask in the luxury of art. Read poetry and listen to music. Fill your proverbial gas tank with beauty and wonder. You will be wise to spend your time in the quiet contemplation of wonderful, beautiful things, such as poetry, music, and other art forms. Soak up all the good things you can. There may be precious little time for anything else.
Contrary to how it seems, Next is not simply the next publication in the series. It’s simply the title of the book. A surreal and psychedelic slipstream in the style similar to the beat poets and the edgy work of giants like Charles Bukowski.
Next removes your head from your shoulders. Then, it opens your mouth and uses your skull as a ladle, using it to dip into the bucket of strange dreams. It’s just another odd addition to the series of poetry and madness of Kevin Trent Boswell.
Patients committed to this madhouse were all convicted of the same crime… vision. Inspired by altered states of consciousness of all types and varieties, these pieces are laced with heroic doses of mind-altering chemicals.
Surgeon General’s Warning:
Not for those who are easily offended!
Tune in, turn on, and space out, to the different strains of strained focus, the odd alterations caused by everything from caffeine to cocaine, religious trance to acid trip, fevered flu to the lightheaded fuzziness of hunger, from meditation to marijuana, dreams to dope and everything in between.
Take twice, every hour, never as prescribed, and wash it down with a bucketful of expressions from the jazz idiom. Take a hit and a hard left turn into the place where there are no turns, only gradual shifts.
Dip your toes in the kiddie-wading ocean of chess, explore space and structure, bebop, sleep, imagination, vision, combat, aliens, angels, birth, and creatures both real and surreal.
Crash all concepts of time and ridiculous ideas that have passed their shelf, expiration dates; silly words like tomorrow, yesterday, now, here, there, and you—overdose instead on all the things in the madcap medicine cabinet.
Then watch the walls melt as all things collide, explode and ooze into one another inside an extra weird lava lamp called Next. It’s definitely a possibility of a guarantee of a good time had by others who walk in your body while you are out somewhere, astral traveling.
You are about to tumble headlong into insanity. Here, you become subject to things we usually hold back from polite conversation. You will dive deep into the baser elements of human existence and know the unpleasant ends of persons and things.
The whole spectrum of evil is present to attend your travels, the foulest aspects of the paranormal, diabolical, maniacal fiends. No more will you have the option of turning away from death, disease, or insanity.
Learn the warped mind of the serial killer and the lone gunman who slays at random. Examine the clever, bloody, and political stratagems of the Devil himself. It’s all the psychosis that a growing child needs. Take a mental rollercoaster ride of schizophrenia, paranoia, depression, anxiety, paralysis, and suicide. Feel the slow, anxious climbs to the top, with tales of murder and the ravenous states of delusional minds.
Then, the rails of this bad, acid trip plunge far down, beneath the comforting light of day, into the realms of black magic and demonic possession. Its sickeningly steep loops twist and wind their way through your nightmares without mercy. Imagine any narrator you like but know that each piece is different.
In some, it is an ordinary person speaking, recounting an extraordinary or horrific event. In others, it is the very doer of the foul deeds who himself informs you of the malefactions at hand.
As of this moment, there is still time to turn back. Other than the price of admission, what have you to lose by quitting now? You may regard yourself as a coward, but you will not face the impossible task of “un-imagining” what terrible things will be in your brain by the end.
Once the car is in motion, you must ride it out and face all that comes. You have been warned. Tread not lightly onto these paths. Things lurk here which desire your life light, to consume it for themselves and their supper. Going forward, you accept all responsibility for your mental well-being. There’s no point in wishing you good luck; there is none to be found here.
Here’s a piece from Dark Matter that is set to music.
Mystical, magickal, or moronic, all according to how you filter and sort. This collection of poetry by Kevin Trent Boswell poems is a mysterious soup of the strange, esoteric phantasms, which some refer to as sorcery. Dive into Jungian synchronicity and the revelations of madmen. Some of the works are overt gestures toward the occult and the mystical, while others merely hint at the modes of magical thinking.
Mystical questions raised by these pieces are doubtful to lead the reader to some new, enlightening view of the universe and human life. Yet, they may well entertain. The probability that fans of poetry will enjoy these musings is of reasonable measure. Odds that practitioners of various practical magick will relate to the works and find some tiny germ of inspiration for their craft? Perhaps.
One might do well placing a two-dollar bill on the table as a wager. Persons who land in both demographics will undoubtedly have a fine time dipping their toes into this cosmic pool. The odds there are high enough that you should go all in. Push your chip stack of silver, Mercury dimes, and two-headed quarters into the pot with a solid smile and some crossed fingers (just in case).
All stories begin with “once upon a time.” They invariably take one or more dark twists and turns, compelling the journeyers to yearn for that innocent beginning. This is a spoonful of those simpler bits of existence, the quiet hours full of smiles and amusements. Enjoy while you can, for the road turns yet again, just ahead.
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This compilation is most relatable for those who also hammer away at words somehow or other. Whether you’re a fellow poet, a writer of novels, short stories, or even ad copy, this is for you. You’ll get this one because you know the deliciousness of being a wordsmith when it’s going well. You know the inherent madness of attempting to snatch your visions out of your mind and staple them to a paper.
You know the bitter, hair-pulling, garment-rending frustration of doing your best work, only to have it fall on deaf ears. The gut-wrenching disgust of the rejection letter is no stranger to your emotional repertoire. You’ve guzzled coffee or whiskey or just plain dirt to get the taste of bad reviews out of your mouth. A wrestling partner of yours is the comic irony of having your worst work held up and praised before the masses. These poems are yours.
Out On The Killing Floor
Bleak, dark, dismal, apocalyptic poetry of the most depressing possible variety
– The end of all life on Earth & other children’s stories
The black book of horrifying, awful, terrible things that will keep you up late at night and drive you to drink too much and too often. No, all is not well. No, Professor Pangloss, this is not the best of all possible worlds.
WARNING!!! – Take only as prescribed. Keep out of reach from children, pets, pregnant women, and anyone who still has any hope for the future. May cause sleeplessness, fatigue, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, or visions of impending doom. Some readers may experience weight gain, the heavy weight of existential dread. The user assumes all risk and releases the author from all legal liability. This book is not approved by the FDA or anyone else who enjoys being happy. May be illegal in your area.
Here’s a long piece from Killing Floor, set to music. This is “the others”.
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