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Eyewear Epiphany

Epiphany, December 6, is a good time for epiphanies.  I've had one.  Having spent a fortnight with my wife, brother, sister-in-law, and young godson, I know, more than ever, that bonds of family, and love, are the most important elements of life.  Therefore, I have decided to temporarily close Eyewear.  It will be getting shut-eye, as I develop the new small press, Eyewear Publishing, and - perhaps - return in a new form.  In the meantime, look for my future comments at Facebook and elsewhere.  I won't be posting for the foreseeable future.  Editing, teaching, writing, researching, and spending time with my family - will take up more time.  Thank you for reading this blog over the years.  Some critics were right - it had become shallow at times.  The passion and commitment it takes to edit and write for years, on poetry, and life, cannot be easily sustained.  And blogs are now dinosaurs.  There are other, faster, slimmer, more elegant ways to reach people.  Eyewear remains open, as a publishing venture.  Keep an eye out for what will be next.  Peace be with you.
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Andrew Shields said…
Good luck in all your endeavors, Todd!
Fri Jan 06, 10:43:00 am 2012
Janet Vickers said…
Taking a break is a rite of passage. Wishing you greater depth (never felt Eyewear was shallow)and new epiphanies.
Fri Jan 06, 05:45:00 pm 2012
Poetry Pleases! said…
Dear Todd

We are very sorry to read this and wish you every possible success with all your future projects.

Best wishes from Simon & Rusty
Sat Jan 07, 01:12:00 pm 2012
Roy Marshall said…
Thanks Todd, always found something of interest here, best wishes

Roy
Mon Jan 09, 05:06:00 pm 2012
Nick Asbury said…
A word of thanks from me for many years of enjoyable reading — by turns perceptive, provocative and puzzling, but always with a great and wide-ranging intelligence behind it. I believe I started reading about five years ago — while other blogs have flitted in and out of my RSS, yours has been a regular fixture and a much appreciated one. I hope you’ll be back at some point and wish you well in your new ventures.
Mon Jan 09, 07:27:00 pm 2012
sonia said…
Good luck. Thank you for introducing me to new poets.
Mon Jan 09, 09:55:00 pm 2012
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