By age 14, I had already begun spontaneously immersing myself in the crafting of satirical short stories & Ogden Nash-style verses, the publication of an 'underground' school newspaper, & the creation of handmade, illustrated books.
I began then, & have continued for most of my life, to self-educate myself in subjects I found far more attractive than those I usually encountered in the classroom. Early readings in authors like Poe, Twain, Bradbury, Conan Doyle, Saki, e e cummings, Lear, Carroll & John Lennon were a source of wonder & admiration.
Later on, Joyce, Hesse, Dickinson, Whitman, Shakespeare's comedies, Rimbaud & Baudelaire, Borges, Blake, Mencken & Robert ... more »
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Jay Mandeville Poems
War Is Jealous of the Bridegrooms
when war was first invented, it was jealous of the bridegrooms - it left envious ruins
On Looking Into Keats's Letters
This for certain, Keats has a temper; he knows how to take it and dish it out. Mark well when he warns us, Keats will decode our doubts.
This Page Is Captured By A Mind's Bright...
behold these inanimate signs on a page of unlooked-at lines concealed from the world by mass neglect skipped by browsers that never connect
Silence of the Books
printed books run a risk: silent, while life shouts. neglected, despised, yet a quiet surprise,
Hot Weather, A Zen Poem
Enduring hot weather is like avoiding a visitor's call: stay hidden beneath Infinity's shade, keep quiet and still.
Marilyn the Unprofessional/Poor Natalie'...
MARILYN THE UNPROFESSIONAL Marilyn the unprofessional highly personal description of herself
Robert Hooke, In A Spider's Eye
MICROGRAPHIA catches its prey- a spider's fate enlarged upon... a mini-drama commemorating...what, exactly? The spider is 'small...
Who Killed the Printed Book? A song to t...
Who killed the printed book? Why and where for the answer look? Not we, say the publishers,
Someone From Adam
Not to know someone from Adam... how long ago that takes us. The sword-plow and
Through storm and sun a stone slab preserves the impression of an antediluvian fish
Today, come with me, and we'll stake our claim: a hiding place in a quaint, abandoned sawmill,
The bee in a moment's transparence Unhusks with its flight the Abyss And from me care and desire shifts
Come South Time
the mountain enters the house through a maize ear. the river brings back planters' soil. blue night shimmers with heat
Barricade The Hourglass
The hearts of proverb covet unattainable ideals. May blossoms might uncover what December will conceal.
Comments about Jay Mandeville
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
War Is Jealous of the Bridegrooms
when war was first invented,
it was jealous of
the bridegrooms -
it left envious ruins
in place of wedding blooms
conflict after conflict
war bestowed in blood
on the countenance of beauty
delivered to flame the tears
of daughters and favoured sons -
their blessed vows cast down
ambitious for power
war made justice blind
to the spirit's essence
dispossessed with dark funds
the fruitful eloquence
of a peaceful life well led -
ransacked each ripening season
of mated loves, and callously
murdered the wedding ...