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Torchwood Calliope

Author Jeffrey L. Bair
Publisher WaterSource Press
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ISBN / ASIN0979822203
ISBN-139780979822209
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Torchwood Calliope is a tribute to American history, science, technology, scripture and discovery through reasoning purpose in life. Captain Bair's journey to faith in entertaining prose, poetry, proverbs, quotes and photos will edify and inspire. The Torchwood Calliope is a marvelous, whimsical, melodious machine. It speaks a universal language of music built on notes, tempo, timing, and sound. The Calliope will delight your emotions with its golden pitched music and lighten your heart with its flame, if only you choose to look and listen. Torchwood is an exotic resinous tree found in Florida and the West Indies. Its wood is used to make torches able to sustain a lit end, while the lumber is slowly consumed. The Calliope is an American invention whereby steam flows through various adjusted whistles, causing a pleasant mellow toned tune. The whistles can be made of metals like copper, brass, or something plated (nickel, zinc, lead), and may be carved of hardwood or even made of plastic to create other types of tones. Though compressed air replaces the old steam power in the instrument among hobbyists today, hot vapor is still used to power a few large calliopes on riverboats. Calliope was also the name of a Greek mythological goddess, meaning: beautiful voiced. She was the muse of epic poetry, daughter of Zeus and Mnemosyne. She is best known as Homer's muse of the Iliad and the Odyssey. In mythology, she was the oldest, wisest and most self-confident of the muses. Calliope was represented by a stylus and tablets. She wears a crown of gold and always carries writing utensils, book or a scroll. Resonance is a powerful force in our universe. Some imagine the vibrations of a hidden energy hold the secret to combining the vastness of outer space with infinitesimal subatomic matter. Fire and sound coalesce to express energy on the face of conventional wisdom. We ponder with passion the value of great things and ideas, until metaphor bargains a truth with which we can reason. Here math, science and technology combine to demonstrate to the senses what poetry describes to our hearts and minds. The notion in creating a Torchwood Calliope includes all these vibrant features mixed with imagination to suggest a man-made device extolling spirit, lyric, harmony, music, dexterity, fire, steam, energy, color, light, sound, resonance and many more ingredients from the human heart, mind and body. Neither new age, nor self-awareness models here. It s old, legendary, tried and true. Find your place inside this dynamic momentum. Let apathy fade while you are attracted to Torchwood's fury like Old Glory snapping in the wind. Indifference will retreat as you are pulled into the elemental richness of lives lived, stories told and hope restored. Relationships will confide their commonality in you. Then timing, tempo, rhythm, and rhyme will grab your need for explanation in an unreasonable place or time opening opportunity to ponder neglected ideas from ancient to present importance. Finally, you will be able to express or convey ideas meant, but not easily told. As quality of expression extols our basic need for engendered spirit, the Torchwood Calliope exists in all of us. It is waiting to map a course powered by forces unseen yet real, upon the uncharted waters of our imaginations, while waves of glowlit dreams and foaming desires of the heart illuminate a new direction. Cast caution to the wind for a few moments of your hectic day and read about the Torchwood Calliope. Then see if you can feel the things described. It was a very barren place in which I penned the title verse for this grouping of ideas and memories. Yet every time I lifted the pen, the negative evaporated into a palatable peace, which provided a great strength. Toil became satisfying labor. Labor bore fruit the taste of which, I hope we never grow tired of.