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.
your blackness tell something of you emphasizing danger
A Day With Hare Krishna
happily disorientated hurting with euphoria expanding with orgasmic convictions
Begging The Cliche Of I Love You
flattened leveled stampeded
Hooded men shot him Emptied a magazine on a ironed shirt Fear crept in The smell of slaughter
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
My Friend Sweeney
the roaring laughter ridiculous tales sold as the truth
The World Is Not Enough
When death, misery and the ring of hell surrounds you everyday, when darkness comes as charcoal mist
trying to bond i grazed between a flock of laughing goats finding no connection
I remember every face i slayed i see my woman in bed
playing fragile jet master jostling
Yes It Will Be Fine..It Will Be Allright...
revolving starry posters chinese zodiac circus celestial chained animals a whole floating farm yard of futures
The Potato Eaters
Father's anger never showed by strap or rod.
That Gleaming Rail
pot bellied boasting navels
shiny round ball bearing stomachs
haloing out of diesel grime
over alls and silver buttoned railway
these long waxed pig curled moustache workmen