Biography of Alexander Shaumyan
Alexander Shaumyan was born in Moscow, Russia, in 1962 and immigrated to the United States in 1975 at the age of 13. He started out as a painter but turned to poetry as a more effective medium for expressing his message. His work appeared in many small presses and online journals. He's also done translations of Russian, German, French, Spanish, and Italian poetry. His translation of Nikolai Gumilev has been published online. His translation of Sergey Esenin's last poem appeared in GLAS, Volume 23-the internationally known journal of new Russian writing, edited by Natasha Perova. His poetry has been taught by Professor Gerald Smith at Oxford University, who teaches modern Russian poetry and émigré Russian literature. In 2002 he self-published three books of poetry: 'Spirit of Rebellion', 'Canzoni dimenticate' and 'Through the Eyes of Love'. He published his fourth book of poetry 'Place Where Light' Is in July,2003. All the four books received excellent reviews from Laurel Johnson of The Midwest Book Review. They appear in the November issue of the MBR Bookwatch.
In 2004 he published two more books of poetry - 'What Is a Poet? ' and 'From Darkness Came'. His seventh book of poetry 'Thinking of Math and Her' came out in 2005. For more poetry visit my website www.shaumyan.com
Alexander Shaumyan's Works:
Spirit of Rebellion,2002
Through the Eyes of Love,2002
Place Where Light Is,2003
What Is a Poet? ,2004
From Darkness Came,2004
Thinking of Math and Her,2005
Alexander Shaumyan Poems
God Bless The Freaks
God bless the freaks And the deranged, The ones who are Violent and strange,
For Robin Williams
'O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won' - Walt Whitman
Pretty Girls Don'T Take Hallucinogenic S...
Pretty girls don't take hallucinogenic substances, they are, Pretty girls are like ether clouds inflating and deflating male egos, Sometimes they give you a real cocaine high, Making you feel like a millionaire executive of General Motors,
How Do I Love Thee?
I love you more than all the bull That you'd been telling me, I love you more than all those guys That you had shagged for free,
Feeling spiritually hungry, I stopped by at an Internet writers' joint, Where I was served with
A Higher Way
If life has taught me anything, it is resilience in battling these demons
razor-sharp love I want all of you but there just isn't
I Have Gone Long, Long Time
I have gone long, long time Not knowing where to find you- Peace was never meant for me, Only heartache and tears-
Yes, you are, yes, you are, my love, You're my lovely Kentucky girl.
He was demented and well-known By those who knew him not at all- The thundering Thomas Chickenbone, Who walked these famed poetic halls.
I Had Felt You Skin To Skin
'No one here likes you, Go away! Get a clue! Go back to your f*cking zoo
Places In The Heart
There are places in the heart, that are still unmarred by
Anarchy Is For Lovers
They came together-red and black- In a revolt like no other,
If Jesus Scratched His...
If Jesus scratched his balls In the most indecent way, Would a thousand angels Turn into a pack of perverts,
On This Tranquil Night
On this tranquil night
I imagine you and me,
Rekindling tender memories
Of how it used to be -
Some say the past
Is an illusion,
That the only reality
Is the here and now -