Nathan Coppedge

Freshman - 601 Points [Asceticurus] (10/23/1982 / New Haven, CT)

Biography of Nathan Coppedge

Nathan Coppedge poet

QUOTES AND POEMS BY NATHAN COPPEDGE

PROFILE:

Nathan Coppedge is a philosopher, artist, inventor, and poet who lives in New Haven, CT. He is previously the author of dozens of books, including texts about his unique contributions to perpetual motion engineering and coherentist philosophy. His poetry and artwork has appeared in the small-print publication THESE Magazine, and his own self-printed 'chapbook' collection, called Inverse Threads (2004) .

BIOGRAPHY:

I am one of two sons of divorced parents. My father is a political scientist with a Yale PhD, and my mother is a college valedictorian, homemaker and nurse with a BA in history. Other members of the family have been interested in computer programming and midwifery, and both my grandfathers are engineers.

Although I am equally interested in many other areas, poetically I am an Urban Romantic, modern with classical roots. I'm influenced by Roethke's theory of stressed syllables, Dickinson's energetic abstraction, Coleridge's 'sense' for sentences, and Blake's imagery. I have published widely, including the poetry books listed below. I also have been quoted in Book Forum and the Hartford Courant in relation to philosophy, and I am a member of the International Honor Society for Philosophy.

I have a wide variety of quotes which may be more famous than my poetry, so one option is to view the quotes page.

I also recommend visiting nathancoppedge.com to view my perpetual motion webpage and a wider selection of publications.

Nathan Coppedge's Works:

The Old Incantations: or, Sorcery in the Dark (2014)
Poems by God (2014)
Creeping Cadence and Cadence Continues (2013)
Inverse Threads (2004,2005)

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Where No Crow Flies

Like a lark in a cage
—Like a shot
Between the eyes—
Where an old woman dies
In the silence of birds
Where no crow flies

Flies may be flies
Where no crow flies
Where an old woman dies
In the silence of birds.

Darkness is hitched
To the darkness of words
In the darkness a stitch
Of the silence of birds.

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