Biography of Criss Jami
Criss Jami (born Christopher James Gilbert) is an American poet, essayist, and existentialist philosopher. He is best known as the author of Healology, Killosophy, Diotima, Battery, Electric Personality, Venus in Arms, and Salomé: In Every Inch In Every Mile.
Criss Jami began writing song lyrics at the age of 11. He attended a private school prior to being home-schooled and later transferred to a public school where he often wrote poems and voluntarily submitted them with school assignments. In 2005, Jami moved to Fairfax, Virginia as a philosophy student at George Mason University and became highly influenced by the writings of existentialist philosopher Søren Kierkegaard and theologian C. S. Lewis. Although renowned for his unusual writing style and perception, Jami was not well-received academically. After 5 years in college, he was dismissed. In 2011, he published Salomé: In Every Inch In Every Mile and the following year Venus in Arms. He published Diotima, Battery, Electric Personality in 2013. In the beginning of 2015, Criss Jami published Killosophy, and in 2016, Healology.
Criss Jami's Works:
Diotima, Battery, Electric Personality (2013)
Venus in Arms (2012)
Salomé: In Every Inch In Every Mile (2011)
Criss Jami Poems
Battery, Electric Personality
I don't know whether to consider it considerate or prideful But I'd rather roll in coals and coil my soul with a barbed wire one-eyed cobra Just to show you that My emotion for you is
Code Red (Army Of Gods)
She was intelligent enough not to tell the gentleman of The access card to her madness of heart He played strong suits in case his suitcase didn't make The pursuit in hand soon cut to the chase
I forgot how to write My God it's not sounding right The way I'd shape my face by phrase on a page The shades I'd make cry, pray, and praise your name
Why'd I hide it Yeah that kind of riot When you sigh and the silence shrieks louder than verbs and And the direction the affection takes then
A sorte protege os audazes Yes a sergeant rode in here as always with A daring pair of rangers that made us just Go pray it's back to Fashion Day because
I have enough time Yes 'cause love's alive and baby in its prime Oh it is just like Success ain't fun and games but for the saint's life
Shell From Sawed-Off
I'm aware that They'll dare me to surrender when my burner's unkindled And the barrel is empty Since their whiskey is missing
Why'd I hide it
Yeah that kind of riot
When you sigh and the silence shrieks louder than verbs and
And the direction the affection takes then
Pressures the perfectionist in-
To layman's ways of saying 'let's be friends'
So the road is fired up though you know the tire's cut
And the stereo it plays 'here we go'