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GOODNESS, HOW TIRED
IT SEEMS THAT NEVER HAS A MAN LOVED
WHEN I WALK INTO THIS TERRITORY
IN BROOKVILLE
I WAS WORKING AND LIVING IN COFFEYVILLE
TONIGHT I WENT TO A RODEO
LET ME PLUNGE
IT’S THIS
MY DAYS ARE MOSTLY DULL
WALKING THE STREETS OF MANHATTAN
FAREWELL CAUTION
IT ISN’T THE UNITED STATES
HOWLINGS, RAILINGS, AND CURSES
OVERWHELMED AND OVERWROUGHT
THE GRAIN ELEVATOR
I TAKE FOR MY SPEECH
1993 COFFEYVILLE, KANSAS
YOU SEE THEM
IT’S NIGHT
THE TALK IN COFFEYVILLE
REBELLING STUDENT
FIRST IMPRESSION OF COFFEYVILLE
IF SOMEONE WERE TO ASK ME
I SAW A MAN TODAY
BUT ONE STEP BEHIND ME
I DROVE TO A CONVENIENCE STORE
TWO DOGS NEXT DOOR
I WANT MY LIFE BACK
IT TAKES A MOMENT LIKE THIS
I WAS ON MY WAY TO COFFEYVILLE
ERRANT THOUGH I MAY SEEM
IT’S ODD
WHEN I FIRST LOOKED TOWARD
I SPEND A LOT OF TIME
WHAT AN ODD THING
CHARLIE BROKE OUT LAUGHING
FOR TODAY THE SAME MANNER
I SEE MY TASK
WHEN I WALKED OUT
IF WHEN YOU DIE
A FEW DAYS AGO
IT TOOK THREE DAYS
I RECALL LOOKING OVER
6 APRIL 1996
AMONG THE MANY OTHER MOMENTS
THERE ARE FAR MORE TIMES
I KNOW THE RULES
I COME AS PROOF
LATELY I’VE BEEN HEARING
COME SONG
I DO NOT LIKE
I DON’T WANT ANY QUARRELS
I WAS SITTING OUTSIDE
WHAT IS IT THAT NEEDS TO BE SAID
AMONG ALL THE DILUTION
ON A STROLL LAST NIGHT
I WAS CALLED ON THE TELEPHONE
THIS AFTERNOON
IT’S A NICE, WARM, SPRING AFTERNOON
ALTHOUGH I AM A POET
MY SONGS COME TO LIFE
I PARKED MY CAR
TALKING MY TALK
THERE CAN BE NO SILENCE
YOU CAN TELL
WHATEVER IS NECESSARY
I’M CAUGHT VERY MUCH BY SURPRISE
J83-J85
YESTERDAY, WANDERING ALONG
AUSTIN, TEXAS 1966; AT MY UNCLE’S STORE
A LOT OF KIDS GROW UP
WE ALL SEE THE FACE
AT THE LAST FAMILY GATHERING
GOLD CAT LYING ON A WINDOW SILL
I HAPPENED TO BE
TO SPEAK ONE’S MIND
ONE OF THE HARDEST THINGS
I KNOW THE CAT
IT WAS ONE MORE
FOR THE BETTER PART
OFTEN WHILE I’M WORKING
I WAS SITTING ON A WOODEN PORCH
ANOTHER DAY DRIVING TO WORK
I WAS WALKING IN THE DARK
ERIC, THE PROJECT FOREMAN
YESTERDAY MORNING
IT WAS AN OLD BUFFALO HEAD
PRAYING FOR A RAIN DAY
EAST OF WAMEGO
I WENT DOWN TO A LARGE CLEAR POND
WE WERE WAITING
I SAID
I’M SITTING ON A LARGE ROCK
STANDING BY THE PORCH
UNCLE THEODORE
WE ARE GODLESS
THE NEW WORLD I SEE
I WAS STANDING AROUND
ONE DAY I WAS WORKING
FROM POUND’S CANTOS
I WAS CLEANING THE WATER JETS
CHANNEL 49
I WAS AT A LAUNDROMAT
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE JOB SITE
I WAS SITTING
STEPPING OUT TONIGHT
12 DECEMBER 1997, 2:45 A.M
IN WASHINGTON THE BIG DUST CLOUD
FOR WORDSWORTH
I CAN REMEMBER
THE WHOLE SCANDAL
I WAS MAKING COPIES
I’M SPENDING SO MUCH TIME ALONE
MY CONCERNS FOR POETRY
A THICK FOG
MY MANHATTAN, KANSAS APARTMENT
INTO THE GENERAL MELANCHOLY
ALL THINGS ARE WILLING
THE TIME HAS COME
I HAVE ALWAYS LIKED HAPPY MUSIC
HOW DID I EVER ALLOW MYSELF
WHAT WORLD IS THIS
YOUTH SHOULD NOT DIE
I TOOK A SEAT
I WAS AT THE FUNERAL
AS MUCH TIME AND EFFORT
IT’S AS IF I WORK AND WAIT
A THEME THAT IS SEEN
IT PROBABLY WASN’T MUCH LIKE
AS MUCH AS I’VE WORKED WITH POETRY
26 MARCH 1998
AS HIGH FLOWN
WALLY AND HELEN
IT’S ONE OF THOSE LAZY SPRING EVENINGS
THERE IS A GREAT DEAL
I TOOK A STROLL
AGAIN I COME HERE
A FEW MOMENTS AGO
YESTERDAY I WAS RIDING
26 JUNE 1998
I’M MORE CONVINCED THAN EVER
THERE’S NOTHING I SEE
AS I WANDER AROUND
WE HAVE HAD A BIG SNOW STORM
IT’S USELESS
I STAND TALL
WHO AND WHAT PEOPLE ARE
THE WORLD WE LIVE IN
SOMETIMES I FORGET WHO I AM
I HEAR A BLUE JAY SQUALLING
HERE AMONG THE RUINS
HOW OFTEN MUST A PERSON
I’VE BEEN WRITING
I WAS AT MY AUNT RAMONA’S HOUSE
SHE SAID, “WEE-DOGGIES!”
LET ME STEP
SOMETIMES I THINK I SHOULD CURSE
AS THE NIGHT SLOWLY CREEPS
THIS DAY STARTS OUT
POETRY HAS GIVEN UP
I AM ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE
THIS MORNING MY PEN
THERE’S A GREAT DEAL OF TALK
I HAVE NEVER BEEN
WITH THESE LINES
I THINK I’LL ROAR
I ONCE THOUGHT
OFTEN ENOUGH
SING ON, POET
I DON’T LIKE THE MODERN MONOTONE
I DON’T KNOW WHY POETRY
FOR FAR TOO LONG
WHAT DOUBT CAN THERE BE
IT NEVER CEASES TO AMAZE ME
THIS DRAB AND DREARY WORLD
WE HAVE THIS LIFE
SEEKING NOTHING SO MUCH
YESTERDAY I WATCHED SUGAR ANTS
I WANT MY SPIRIT
I THINK OF HER
THERE ARE PLENTY OF PEOPLE
LET ME SOUND MYSELF
HERE DARKLY BROODING
I DON’T RECALL WHERE I HEARD IT
FROM MY ROOM
POVERTY AND IGNORANCE
I LIKE THAT WE’RE A NATION
LOOK AND SEE
I WAS WALKING IN THE MANHATTAN MALL
I WAS RECALLING
DESPITE MY BETTER KNOWLEDGE
YESTERDAY IS A VAGUE MEMORY
IF I NEVER LOVED YOU
I SEE NOTHING LACKING
WHAT TIME OR PLACE
IT GRIEVES ME
WE ARE THE BABY-BOOMERS
I HAVE INTENTIONALLY LEFT MYSELF
WHAT FORCE IS IT
LACKING ALL
I STAND HERE ON THIS HIGH HILL
WE ARE A NATION
LEFT ALONE HERE
OFTEN AS I DRIVE AROUND
I RECALL AS A KID
JUST A FEW BLOCKS
ACROSS THE STREET
THE LEAVES ARE BEGINNING TO TURN
A COMMON STROLL
I LIKE LISTENING
THERE ARE PEOPLE
I RECALL A DREAM
HERE ON THESE PAGES
WHAT’S GOING TO BECOME OF ME
J92-J100
THE NIGHT IS STRETCHING
AS A KID
BEFORE I STARTED WORKING
IF A PERSON
IT’S DARK
I HAVE SAID MANY TIMES
IT’S GOOD TO LOOK AT
THAT I HAVE PROGRESSED
I RECALL CAMUS ASKING
IT STRIKES ME AS PETTY NOW
I THINK ABOUT THE WARNING
IT WAS A VERY MOVING SCENE
I WAS COMING HOME ONE DAY
DANNY, AN OLDER BROTHER
I DON’T HAVE THAT QUICK TEMPER
WHAT A STRANGE IMAGE
I HAVE OFTEN WONDERED WHY
THE TIME FOR TALK IS OVER
I SPOKE OF A DREAM
I WAS ON A STROLL
IT CAN BE SAD
I’VE LONG HELD THE BELIEF
THERE’S LITTLE MORE DULL
TO BE ABLE TO CREATE THINGS
AS A NATION
IN AUSTIN, TEXAS
HERE AMONG THE WILD PRAIRIES
WHAT NEXT
THERE HE GOES
KARL TOLD AN ODD STORY
LAST NIGHT THERE WAS A GATHERING
I FIND MYSELF FEELING LONELY
ALTHOUGH THE ACTUAL BOMBING
TODAY ONE OF THE NEW WOMEN
I STAND APART FROM THE CROWD
IT IS VERY EARLY
I KNOW THERE ARE LOTS OF THINGS
HOW CAN I COMPLAIN
PERHAPS WE ALL SOMETIMES FEEL
IT’S AN ODD THING
AND NOW IN LITTLETON, COLORADO
I WAS STROLLING AROUND OUTSIDE
TODAY I WAS MUCKING OUT A TRENCH
MICKEY HAS LET THE CREW KNOW
I DON’T WANT TO CARRY ON
RISE, MY SONG
I’M OFTEN SURPRISED
MICKEY, WITH THE HELP OF COWORKERS
TODAY MICKEY SPENT THE DAY
I WENT TO THE SUPERMARKET
MORE THAN MERELY ONCE
I WAS ALL EMBROILED
I WENT OUTSIDE
I SOUND MYSELF
AMY IS AN ATTRACTIVE WOMAN
I SAW MICKEY
THERE’S A TREE
PETE IS THE CARPENTER FOREMAN
AUDREY AND NICOLE
ON A STROLL I HAPPENED TO PASS
WE WERE PICKING UP TOOLS
I HAPPENED TO BE SITTING DOWN
I’VE NEVER BEEN AROUND
RACCOONS, POSSUMS, CROWS
SEA GULLS HAVE ARRIVED
LIKE A LOVER PINES
YESTERDAY AT A FAMILY GATHERING
REX SAID HE LIKED HER
I WENT TO A PLACE
MANY A TIME
I SEE YOU PASSING BY
SHE PUT ON SOME RED HORNS
WITHOUT YOU HERE
THE WORLD MAY BE AT PEACE
IT DIDN’T COME IN A FLASH
IT’S A COLD AND OVERCAST DAY
I DON’T KNOW
I FIND MYSELF RECALLING
ANOTHER BIRTHDAY
I HEARD ABOUT THE PAINTING
IT’S GOOD THAT HISTORY
I DON’T CARE
AND HE FEARED
PAUL GOT BEAT UP
PAUL SAID HE LIKED
MONDAY
THE ROOM WAS A SMALL CUBICLE
SHE WAS LITTLE MORE
DAY FOLLOWS DAY
I DON’T SEE WHERE
I RISE AMONG THE CURRENT CHATTER
TONIGHT
I WAS ABOUT SIXTEEN
WHEN I WALKED INTO THE OFFICE
30 OCTOBER 1999
PAUL’S AN IDIOT
DOUBLE-DAVE CALLED TODAY
BOBBY BOTTOMFEEDER
SHE HAS THE LOOK
SOFT
SHE MUST BE
THE GUY WAS JUST WALKING BY
I NORMALLY GO OVER TO BOB’S DINER
THIS MORNING A YOUNG WOMAN
THE WIND IS BLOWING
SHE TELLS ME
I WAS IN BED
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A New Romanticism: The Collected Poetry Volume Two

A New Romanticism: The Collected Poetry Volume Two

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Andrew Chavez provides a large representative sampling of the poetry that is part of his exploratory journey leading to the final development of his perspective called a new romanticism. Chavez turned to poetry because of intense revelatory experiences; those same revelations guide and direct his work. A reader is allowed an opportunity to follow the ups and downs, the misdirections, errors, and pitfalls that were part of the unique process of discovery. The poetry strives to be as direct, clear, and brief as possible. Chavez believes that a thinking mind with something to say has a natural melody to those expressions. The job of the poet is to say what needs to be said then stop. There is no law of poetry guiding length. A poem should be as long, or short, as necessary to say, tell, or show whatever needs to be said, told, or shown.
Andrew Chavez provides a large representative sampling of the poetry that is part of his exploratory journey leading to the final development of his perspective called a new romanticism. Chavez turned to poetry because of intense revelatory experiences; those same revelations guide and direct his work. A reader is allowed an opportunity to follow the ups and downs, the misdirections, errors, and pitfalls that were part of the unique process of discovery. The poetry strives to be as direct, clear, and brief as possible. Chavez believes that a thinking mind with something to say has a natural melody to those expressions. The job of the poet is to say what needs to be said then stop. There is no law of poetry guiding length. A poem should be as long, or short, as necessary to say, tell, or show whatever needs to be said, told, or shown.

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