DKMH

This book which would close out this 2021 year is a magnificent work of art. From the heart and manifested into the world, here is a TRUE display of ART in one of its RAREST forms. Speaking with a hint of biographical touch, this tells the story of putting mind to power. . .and power to pen. This gifted Sir is one whom is proving his power. From his Australian roots to the pages of this book, here is/are the collective writing(s) of the cool,  bad-ass himself; Dacre Kayd Montgomery-Harvey.

The smoky cover of this book has a flavor that gets in your eye. Dacre has always had a softness to the emotional intensity to the world. Both in positive/negative ways. Taking in harder with the smaller things. Dacre suffered from heightened anxiety. What he would run from would become his saving grace. When he was younger, Dacre lacked work ethic. He wasn't active in exercise or sports. He had NO independence to explore what he felt.

Dacre was a late bloomer. At 17, he discovered alcohol and partying - An outlet he deemed useful. What became an outlet turned into a repeated cycle. What alcohol treated for anxiety soon became a dimming light for him. While others chased the feeling of ecstasy through multiple negative outlets. Dacre always felt the feeling without the aid of substances. In school; music, architecture, film and design would ripple his skin, giving him goosebumps. This could be his next positive high. Replace a negative with a positive.  

Though epiphanies would not come daily until he was older, Dacre felt as though he had a bottomless pit of passion. He would lock himself in his room and binge film after film. He would largely line his childhood through cinema escapism. . .Not realizing he was creating his own manifestations. His imagination ran wild and needed to be harnessed. Use his overactive energy as a child and direct it into something productive as an adult. Dacre's O.C.D. manifested itself into his own meticulously cleaning house. Although his O.C.D. was dysfunctional, Dacre began to set goals and work out. Fueling his energies that way.

When Dacre first fell in love, he fell HARD. (I can personally & COMPLETELY understand where Dacre is coming from. I've been in his shoes. Falling in love for the first time. . . you FALL HARD!) You obsess over your first love. . .what newbie doesn't? Well, Dacre obsesses over EVERYTHING! His first love brought fire and Dacre raged on and eventually burned. Melancholy hit HARD and sentimentality grew DEEP! (We've all personally been there. . .which speaks loudly with his role as Nick in The Broken Hearts Gallery.) Love Hurts! When Dacre FEELS it....he uses it in his work. When you feel a REAL HIGH...you're hit even HARDER when you're DOWN! Dacre had never written a thing before. . .so, poetry had a way of injecting itself in Dacre's world. Poetry, in of itself, is its own reward. Reading scripts have taught Dacre about the POWER of words. Each day, Dacre went to the same coffee shop and learned the art of the English language. Little did he know it at the time, this was to become another coping mechanism. Dacre had to find his RIGHT footing. How was he going to dispel the words in which he held upon himself to be released? Not long after waiting for the words to fall. . . they rained on him.

After a first date, which seemed like fate, Dacre came home. Nights passed on. Late one afternoon. . . Dacre began something. A journey that hasn't stopped since. Shooting straight like a rocket and never looking back. Dacre began to write using what tools he has to his disposal and off he went. . That night, the words poured out as he was shedding layers of himself. He felt somewhat "bipolar" due to being one person and becoming an ENTIRELY DIFFERENT person when he wrote. It's understandable. You become entranced with FOCUS. The imagery that Dacre paints/writes with are written with the colors in which he sees. His colors of the wind.

You can't just write. It HAS TO come from within YOU! Tap into yourself until the word's well runs dry. This book, therein of itself, is Dacre's magnum opus. It has to affect him. He HAS TO FEEL It! These poems are moments in his life. Defining moments. Moments in which he took note of. This isn't work to be diminished or tossed aside.. This book is PERSONAL to Dacre. Make do with it what you will. Let your heart and conscious be your guide.

Sound has always been Dacre's driving force. He compartmentalized music into 3 variants:

Music that KNOWS him: Nick Drake's Bryter Layter. 

Music that FEEDS him: John Martyn's Solid Air. 

Music that SOFTENS him: Getz/Gilberto. 

We become the past and the present at the same time. In the twilight of our lives, we become storytellers. The all-wise. The mature. Painted no color, but neutral. We are relaxed. We are softened. We made it. We Are Human. - DKMH

Shattered glass

There are writings of Dacre's that set themselves apart to make you THINK! The incandescent drawings just MESH REALLY WELL w/ the spoken verbage that Dacre is speaking. When it comes to love, Dacre sees it better to try than to live with What If's in love. Dacre's words are just BEAUTIFUL and you just get lost in them. Some times all you want is just to be seen clearly. Other times you have to say FUCK IT ALL! ANXIETY can shatter you like glass. ANXIETY that wakes you in the night. It rattles throughout you in endless streams. 

Justin Taylor

Silence, therein of itself, is loudly deafening with NO ONE to HEAR YOU! You're drowning in your own dreams. It has to  HURT in order to FEEL it. The want is in the hurt. The hurt is in the want. - Justin Taylor

There is MORE than a beautiful face. There's a SEXY mind that comes with it. He's not just a pretty face. There is a BRAIN behind the beauty. LISTEN to the world around you!

This therein lies the lessons learned from Dacre Kayd Montgomery-Harvey.

Dacre's poetry is an expression of what drives him, what scares him. what gets him UP.

Thank You, Dacre.