Biography of Martin Lochner
Poetry came as an essential need to me.A slight exaggeration will be that it came into being to save a battered repressive state. The status qua was anti social behaviour and an angst to express my deepest longings. Increased depression and the toying idea of suicide floated in my thoughts and my screams was internalised or behind a closed lavatory door. A sense of life dominated by nihilism and utter negativity prevailed.
One day by sheer coincidence I observed a book that was dumped in a waste bin and after closer inspection I found it to be a book of poetry by Allen Ginsberg. Howl and other poems saved my emotional being from complete nullification. Liberating and powerful was that reading in that the poet shed his being for me to see without any inhibition.
I can never repay the debt of the beat poets but can show a new life of expressiveness and exuberance that thirst on life and its experiences. I learned that each experience painful or happy is valuable beyond measure and that we must embrace the bitter and the sweet.
My poetry is a reflection, comentary even a riposte of these happenings in the life of an individual. That individual is me sharing without inhibition my greatest vulnerabilities of my inner self.
Martin Lochner was born in the Boland region in Southern Africa. He was educated in a railway community that was stoic conservative and ignorant to the method and appreciation of poetics.
He currently studies at the University of South Africa and recently completed his studies at the Jack Meyer Academy of Arts.
He is a residential poet and collaborator for the Poetry Group Facial expression group and enjoys the international but strong bonded community it provides.
He has published poetry and essays in Magazines all over the world and looks forward to the day that he publishes his first book of poems.
Martin Lochner's Works:
Lyrical Passion Poetry
Martin Lochner Poems
There are four ravished dogs, and two plates of food— maliciously half full.
A day with Hare Krishna
happily disorientated hurting with euphoria expanding with orgasmic convictions
Begging the cliche of i love you
flattened leveled stampeded
your blackness tell something of you emphasizing danger
Copy and Paste
walking past an accident I felt stiff marrow shock seeing a father consoling
The Life Of One Dandelion
Between two tightly paved concrete slabs I found a yellow dandelion
Let us talk about the price of truth Estimated respect and quantified dignity Market share morality…yea... good and bad established
My friend Sweeney
the roaring laughter ridiculous tales sold as the truth
that Evening at Kentucky Fried Chicken
Allen Ginsberg saved me That evening at Kentucky Fried chicken…
The Soup Kitchen
broken shoes leather uppers otherwise synthetic
playing fragile jet master jostling
i love you anyway
why do you hurt me? softly pulling the fine thread of my rice paper confidence stabbing your french cut nails
Valley of death somewhere in Africa
go home crusader soldier....this is not your war....) Standing on the roof tops of Karthoum I observe anarchy in the streets... Salie my tour guide explains:
Hooded men shot him Emptied a magazine on a ironed shirt Fear crept in The smell of slaughter
Filling The Gap
i found comfort in the brown paper
wrapped packages his mother send
a decoded contents saying come home
oreo biscuits, shortbread and honeycomb
the extent of the care was further displayed
with a pack of wet wipes and tooth picks
a letter written by her hand grieving her