Derek R. Audette
Biography of Derek R. Audette
From the liner notes of 'Alive In The House Of The Monkey King', Published by GatorDawg Promotions:
Derek R. Audette has been called one of Canada’s most promising and potentially important young artists. He was born in Hull, Quebec Canada to a French Canadian father and English Canadian mother in June of 1971. Throughout his entire life he has lived either in the city of Ottawa, Ontario or somewhere within the surrounding rural area. He is an accomplished musician and his work as a painter in abstract styles; photographer, and a maker of short films have also achieved recognition. Alive In The House Of The Monkey King is Derek R. Audette’s second published book and his first published collection of poetry. He currently resides within the city of Ottawa with his wife Anna, where he practices all forms of his art and maintains a personal web page located at: Http: //DerekAudette.OttawaArts.Com, where more information regarding the artist and his work may be found.
Derek R. Audette's Works:
Alive In The House Of The Monkey King
(Scheduled for publication in Feb. '05)
NAME(S) : *Audette, Derek R.,1971-
TITLE(S) : Alive in the house of the monkey king / written by Derek R. Audette; photography & illustration by Derek R. Audette
PUBLISHER: Ottawa: Gator Dawg Promotions,2005.
NUMBERS: Canadiana: 20049074040
ISBN: 0-9684734-1-5: $22.95
CLASSIFICATION: LC Call no.: PS8601 U35 A64 2005
Dewey: C811/.6 22
Derek R. Audette Poems
I once knew a man named Dada Haiku he wrote the worst
If John Kerry Were a Breakfast
If John Kerry were a breakfast, what would he be like? Not all that tasty, I suspect, but still a hell of a lot better than
The Shortest Poem Ever Written
The shortest poem ever written was a poem that just said: “A”
A Cigarette From Frank
I used to work for a charity organization; I didn’t volunteer or anything, they gave me a job, a paying job.
Alive in the House of the Monkey King
Alive in the house of the monkey king, whilst the trumpets moan and a buffet is set before me, whilst virgins tend to my needs
Harry Potter, What Up With You?
Harry Potter’s an enigma. His forehead bears a peculiar stigma. Yet there’s a question I’ve often pondered, a complex query which no puzzle surpasses:
The City is Short Today
The city is short today and it can’t be anymore than just a few blocks wide today and the city is grey today,
May I So Ever Hope
I am yes, and you are no, and between the two, we both might show, how man can dream his dream so well, and find the magic within the spell.
Bukowski Ate My Liver
Bukowski ate my liver! I would never have believed it, if I were not right there when it happened.
Apparently, My Poetry Sucks
Many people tell me that my poetry is awful, and,
Where’s Natalie? Natalie’s dead. She died of some liver disease
When the Full Moon Shines Through the Cl...
Strange shapes can be seen when the full moon shines through the clouds. Stange shapes can be seen, frightengly realistic images
A Pantoum For The Night Sky
The heavens shimmer with points of light They poke their image through a canopy of dark raging and churning with awesome might They burn themselves a wondrous mark
History of the Unites States: Preface
As things now stand the criticism advanced no teacher of history will deny this we have omitted
I'm Not Crazy Today
I’m not crazy today.
I have been in days past,
but not today.
Today I am clear.
Today I shine.
I have felt fear