Seth Proch (July 2,1986 - not yet / Bennington, VT)
Biography of Seth Proch
The twenty-something son of a minister from southern Connecticut, Seth was born and raised in the Adirondacks of upstate New York. From a young age, Seth was an awkward child, and saw himself as a loner. He always had the nagging feeling that he had been born with the sole purpose of becoming a tortured artist. This made things between him and God quite turbulent at times, and their relationship is complicated at best. Presently the two are not on speaking terms. Surrounded by the beauty of nature all his young life, Seth believed the world was a simple place, and that there must have been some sort of devine order in the world. Upon moving to Connecticut, and more specifically, into the New Haven area, he abandoned such childlike ideals and embraced the choas and despondency of suburbia. Seth writes only when he feels inspired to, and his poems and prose follow a wide range of topics. To date, he has written about such things as self mutilation, death, self deprication, anarchy, war, starvation, depression, enlightenment, his cynical view of religion, and his personal relationships, but above all else his focus has been love, which is the ultimate evil, ultimate good and thus an infinite source of inspiration for his writing.
- A Look Into the Mind of a Tree
- An Ocean Full of Lies (My Cell Phone Rin...
- And A Rock Feels No Pain, And An Island ...
- And So It Goes...
- Broken Basket Blues
- Broken Hearted Sad Sap Blues
- Can I Change The World With You?
- Corruptable Platforms, Or The Light At A...
- Destiny, Or The Prisoner
- Dream Girl...
- Drink Up, Swallow Hard, Keep It Down
- Eulogy (For Alex, Elliott, Nick, John, a...
- Fire Fighter
You were just a little less than what I need,
You’re always checking to make sure you still bleed.
A fashionable obsession with manic-depression,
You’re a semi-suicidal cry for help.
I can only give you all I have,
In return you give me all your pain,
If I come back for more does that make me insane?
It’s just a crazy little thing called love.