CULT CLASSIC AUTHOR
Emily Scialom
Welcome to my website, please take the time to read the reviews and watch/listen to my interviews. Also, I would be happy to meet with you personally at any forthcoming events (COVID allowing) and hear what you think about my books – in the meantime you can always contact me direct via my socials. If you haven’t read my books yet you can purchase them here from Amazon, or they are available in Waterstones as well as in many independent bookshops. My new book ‘Viajes Internos’ is out now. An eclectic whirlwind of observations and imagery designed to expand the mind, challenge the heart and nourish the soul!
And Me . . .
I was born in Hackney, London in 1984. After ten years of my childhood spent in the spiritual heartland of Glastonbury, my family and I moved to Cambridge. There I completed my studies at Hills Road Sixth Form College and then went to Liverpool University to complete my BA in Communications, Media and Popular Music. I was a nationally published poet as a child. At seventeen I was internationally published. Subsequently songwriting led to my forming a band and the limitations of poetical verse then caused me to embark on writing novels, the first of which was The Religion of Self-Enlightenment, followed by The Rivers, Eternal Artist, My Searches for Meaning and now my just published fifth book Viajes Internos.
Eternal Artist
As part of the promotion of my third book ‘Eternal Artist’ I am creating T-Shirts that feature various phrases used in the book. CLICK HERE for more information.
So Far . . .
Viajes Internos
My fifth published works ‘Viajes Internos’ is a collection of over one hundred poems written over the course of the turbulent year 2020. It features seven themes – Life, Love, Personal, Problems, Contemplations, Change and Hopes. This eclectic whirlwind of observations and imagery is designed to expand the mind, challenge the heart and nourish the soul.
EXCERPT : Viajes Internos
PART ONE: LIFE
Time
Some people cry because they want a few more years:
They’re scared of the unknown,
They want to stay here.
Others shed tears because they must remain:
Devoid of the answers,
Submerged in their pain.
But my eyes are dry and open:
I have no preference.
I just refuse to live a life
Where time is a weapon.
EXCERPT : Viajes Internos
PART TWO: LOVE
Like, Lust, Love, Lose
Dancing round a fireplace, backlit
You’re the one I’ve always wanted
To be with me.
He said “you have to fight not to live life
Like the living dead.”
He said “contentment is a pretence:
Everybody wants change.”
Barefoot, bare chest, arms and legs painted;
The rare beauty of the unselfconscious.
He said “make war on yourself before anybody else.”
He said “happiness is the refuge of the stupid, but the prison of the
enlightened.”
So it goes:
Like, lust, love, lose.
EXCERPT : Viajes Internos
PART THREE: PERSONAL
Judgements
I am a natural disaster
Waiting to happen.
I am the creep in the night
Looking up at your bedroom.
I am the unwanted, the despairing, the insane.
My soul is soaked in sorrow
As I let your judgements reign.
EXCERPT : Viajes Internos
PART FOUR: PROBLEMS
Blind World
Almost eight billion people in the world
Is even one of us truly happy?
The famous say they’re lonely
In their towers drenched in gold.
The poor say they are left behind,
No one to care for them when they get old.
You can throw a stone in any crowded street
And hit someone unkind.
You meet a thousand people,
But only a few have agile minds.
Humanity in a tailspin
I’m sorry to take up your time;
I’m just so sick of seeing
In a world that’s totally blind.
EXCERPT : Viajes Internos
PART FIVE: CONTEMPLATIONS
Memory Of A Photo
“Pass me a lighter,” you says,
“For me fag.”
Your hair is so tousled;
You dress in bare rags
With the Union Jack on them:
It’s falling apart!
Quick, take my jacket, my lighter, my heart.
EXCERPT : Viajes Internos
PART SIX: CHANGE
New World
“Wander where there is no pathway,”
the ancients used to say,
but with the modern world a giant carpark
There’s no hope in any way.
Still, originality is uniform;
The future a giant question mark.
We could reject the cycles of war
And stand before the mirror, stark.
We could repeat the same actions of fear
And turn the whole world pale
And sick with disease.
No wonder there’s unease:
We’re a ship with a hole in its sail.
A logic-shaped gap:
What we seek to know
Will kill all in the world but a few.
Then say the wise of today
As they rise:
“We will pay the ultimate price,
But the whole world will begin anew.”
EXCERPT : Viajes Internos
PART SEVEN: HOPES
Vase
Shards with glue hold together
To make a vase so fine
It holds the water none but a few can see.
Bliss is such a word;
It’s earned by inner work.
Preparing for future pain
Is not a game
It’s a process, an exercise, takes concentration.
But living in the moment
Is just like swimming in the ocean:
We find currents, depths, sharks.
My Searches For Meanings
My fourth published work ‘My Searches for Meaning’ is a collection of over one hundred poems written over the course of the turbulent year 2020. It features seven themes – Growing Up, Faith, Love, Relationships, Triumph & Disaster, Doubts and Ambition.
EXCERPT : My Searches for Meaning
Broken in the Post
Everyone’s a vulnerable person nowadays,
We’re all fragile as Hell.
I arrive at your doorstep
As if broken in the post.
You let me in anyway.
You’re kinder than most,
Accepting faulty goods
Because you know
We all have our faults.
That’s how we grow.
We’re all moving towards the light of love;
That much is assured.
We rage against our mortal imprisonment
As the wave attacks the shore.
EXCERPT : My Searches for Meaning
The Isle of Dreams
Hit me with the truth:
Hard, no flinching.
I want to know what’s real so badly
I’ve been pinching myself all the time
Since my dream awakened
And then turned to pieces,
As my heart was breaking.
When dreams turn to dust
You must throw them to the wind
On a sacred isle.
EXCERPT : My Searches for Meaning
In Memory of You
Friendships come and friendships go.
Into the wind they blow
To be held by another hand,
Far away in distant lands
Though I sometimes think of you,
All along we always knew
You don’t see me bright and true
Like I see you, scarred and bruised
Now we’re on different plains,
Never to return again
To the nights we laughed at tragedy.
Being with people who weren’t meant for us.
Into the realm of trust I glide
Far away from view
Though the thorns prick at my side
In memory of you
Eternal Artist
This, my third book and just released, is an autobiographical amalgamation of poetry, observations on life and romantic experiences. ‘Eternal Artist‘ features poetry collated over the course of two years. From friends, family, lovers and strangers, ‘Eternal Artist‘ gives an insight into the chaotic beauty of life in the 21st century.
The Rivers
My second novel is a love story. “We all live precariously. We all have powerful experiences which involve only absolute bliss and love. We never really talk about it. The lives of these people all have colour and vibrancy.
The Rivers of The Cam and The Thames flow freely through Cambridge and London, as do the lives of this plethora of characters. While Elizabeth Dalston and John Cross form a loving marriage, a sea of alternative romantic dynamics emerges from the chaos of 21st-century Britain. Amidst a backdrop of philosophic and emotional turmoil, these two lovers manage to explore the depths of their love in its wildest form.
Investigate them. They are incredibly troubled people who need to learn not to cause trouble for others. The relationships between Elizabeth, John and other lovers are beautiful and intricate, which inspires the perception that true love, fate, passion and spirituality are the forces we live by.”
The Religion of Self-Enlightenment
Carrick Ares is a man without belief. Yet at the age of twenty-nine, he has a near-death experience which changes him.
He is sent to a psychiatrist, Paul Turnstone, in order to return him to his usual state of mind. They discuss many of the central themes of life, including identity, the purpose of individual existence and the idea of progress. They become more compassionate toward each other and a friendship of some depth develops.
However, Carrick goes insane trying to understand life’s biggest questions. In his insanity, he creates a new religion: The Religion of Self-Enlightenment. This is a discussion on, and reinterpretation of, human religion to date.
