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| ***BIO*** Wolf Larsen is an adventurer, writer, and poet who traveled through 45 countries in Latin America, Europe, the Middle East, and Asia. Wolf has lived in Chicago, Wisconsin, New York City, Honduras, Brazil, Peru, and India. He worked for nearly twelve years as a seasonal laborer in Alaska. Wolf has written five novels, six collections of poetry, a play, a screenplay, a monologue, a multimedia work, a collection of short stories, and a 70,000 word run-on sentence.
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| The Sun |
| by Wolf Larsen |
| I reach up over the sky
I grab at your thoughts I smash the world into you I wrestle the phrases of poetry into rivers of enigmas that fall all over you I discover all the hallucinations and dizzy and ecstasy that is you Everything is you and me and the sunshine Around each person is the landscape of their psychosis Attention: In the following poems it does not matter on which word a line of poetry ends. Beethoven, Van Gogh, Schnittke, Braque, Eliot Carter, Appel, and Stravinsky Are Stevedores Working on a Hatch Gang Together I paint a new universe with every poem, I grab steel and brick and mortar and I build my poems, I grab the wind and the oceans and all the storms of the world into my hands and I shape it all into poetry, my brain jumps with words screaming for the page, each page is my holocaust, each page splinters and peels and drizzles with my lu!st and my lu!st and my lu!st, roaring! Every word is a breath every syllable is a heartbeat and every poem is its very own jail cell, and the feet of my descendants shall walk on every planet. . . |
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| June 2007 |
| 89 |