Description:Preface: I do not call myself a poet; a fair percentage of the best who have done so in my time have ended up killing themselves, and there are limits to what I will do to entertain even the most select audience. I write prose when I can, poetry when I must, when there is some felt connection between things that which does not make plain sense, which needs sleight of tongue to be made clear. My first real poems were written when I was in my early thirties. I wrote quite a few passable poems from 1966 to 1968. Then I fell into a deep depression and spent part of the winter of 1969 in a mental hospital. I received a number of electric shock treatments. This may or may not have helped the depression, although my bad times were never so bad again. Those shocks did kill the poetry for a while, damaged that subconscious connection between seemingly disparate things and suppressed the urge to express that connection in ambiguous but precisely ordered language. That was all right; I needed other people’s art, but nobody had ever expressed a great demand for mine. I had sufficient outlet for whatever creativity I possessed in my job as a public school teacher, and I gladly sacrificed the ability to write poems for the stability that enabled me to do that job and help support my family. It was only when I began contemplating retirement in the 1980s that the poems started coming again. My candidacy on behalf of the Socialist Party for the presidency of the United States in 1992 forced me to abjure doubt and ambivalence for many months in public and starved me for the complexity of expression that only poetry can bring. By the mid-1990s the poems were coming as frequently as they ever did. I have omitted dates of composition from this selection so that a future scholar may have something to do. Except for one 1968 course from the generous Gwendolyn Brooks, I have been blessedly uninfluenced by formal instruction in literature and have picked up what I could where I could. All my experience influences my poems. I am a nonviolent revolutionary and democratic socialist in politics, a secular humanist and mystic agnostic in religion, a teacher of history by vocation. I have been called a joker, a ghost maker, and an encyclopedia, and I can go along with that. I have been singularly fortunate in my family, my teachers, my students, and my friends. I have had my share of pain. May these poems pioneer a road between us.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with The Significance of the Frontier. To get started finding The Significance of the Frontier, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
Description: Preface: I do not call myself a poet; a fair percentage of the best who have done so in my time have ended up killing themselves, and there are limits to what I will do to entertain even the most select audience. I write prose when I can, poetry when I must, when there is some felt connection between things that which does not make plain sense, which needs sleight of tongue to be made clear. My first real poems were written when I was in my early thirties. I wrote quite a few passable poems from 1966 to 1968. Then I fell into a deep depression and spent part of the winter of 1969 in a mental hospital. I received a number of electric shock treatments. This may or may not have helped the depression, although my bad times were never so bad again. Those shocks did kill the poetry for a while, damaged that subconscious connection between seemingly disparate things and suppressed the urge to express that connection in ambiguous but precisely ordered language. That was all right; I needed other people’s art, but nobody had ever expressed a great demand for mine. I had sufficient outlet for whatever creativity I possessed in my job as a public school teacher, and I gladly sacrificed the ability to write poems for the stability that enabled me to do that job and help support my family. It was only when I began contemplating retirement in the 1980s that the poems started coming again. My candidacy on behalf of the Socialist Party for the presidency of the United States in 1992 forced me to abjure doubt and ambivalence for many months in public and starved me for the complexity of expression that only poetry can bring. By the mid-1990s the poems were coming as frequently as they ever did. I have omitted dates of composition from this selection so that a future scholar may have something to do. Except for one 1968 course from the generous Gwendolyn Brooks, I have been blessedly uninfluenced by formal instruction in literature and have picked up what I could where I could. All my experience influences my poems. I am a nonviolent revolutionary and democratic socialist in politics, a secular humanist and mystic agnostic in religion, a teacher of history by vocation. I have been called a joker, a ghost maker, and an encyclopedia, and I can go along with that. I have been singularly fortunate in my family, my teachers, my students, and my friends. I have had my share of pain. May these poems pioneer a road between us.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with The Significance of the Frontier. To get started finding The Significance of the Frontier, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.