Book Description

This book is far and away the most lyrical one I've ever written. Dawn begins about a month before Ant Man ends. So chronologically Ant Man comes first followed by this Dawn Peyote book and then its Stewart Coates, one two three my first thirty some years of being a nutshell, huh.

Dawn Peyote, hmnn, it's difficult to summarize what I was trying to say way back seven, maybe even eight years ago. There's straight narratives but mixed in in extreme doses are stream of consciousness jazzy lines, like Kerouac I suppose, who was my main fountainhead at the time back Zen. I was a much more dreamy creature, more vague and unsure, rolling with the night waves, when writing this book.

I just wrote pretty much anything that popped into my mind and heart, there's no self-censorship whatsoever with this one, like dominoes laid up all random yet revealing the precision of my feelings my confusions and my loves and hates, even. It was the first book I’d written totally on a computer too, which felt more smooth and classical compared to the electric percussion electric typewriter, you know?

Dawn Peyote is a very searching voyage. Searching within to glean the true essence of my individual being, being tossed about in the unknowable ocean ways of societies both secret and overt. The war on the Middle East was just starting up when I was into writing this book, opinions were flying all over the map, religion I found thinly veiled the war-monger attitudes of many in this provincial town.

The flower of justice, nonetheless, grows where you least expect it.