Biography of Nathan Strange
Hi I am Nathan I have no ambition except to write. I love everything except work and insects, I absolutely hate cockroaches. I want to be a litarary bohemian, everything else seems meaningless to me. I read alot and I go out and drink alot and get on the dance floor and dance alot. I'm a travelling man, I love to travel and meet like minded people (and very few of them there are) . All I care about is enjoying life! I love writing poetry and prose and reflecting on my life and find a meaning to each day. I like to learn new things and if not learn, then enjoy new things. I have lost faith in living conventionally to an endless system and settling down, it might sound odd but I realise that there is no guarantee that I will survive passed this very day. I try to grab hold of the moment as much as I can even through I do end up in getting tied up in to a dead end job from time to time. I always moving on eventually and step forward with more strength, courage and wisdom!
:) Nathan S 2007
I work in a bar and it gets a bit borning from time to time. I have booked a flight to Paris in mid February!
I don't know where I will go from there and I don't car at this moment.
I do read alot and if you read my poems you could prbably tell I'm a big Henry Miller fan, also Bukowski a bit of Hunter S Thomson, some Anais Nin and I do like George Orwell. Knut Hamsun writes beautifully and I do love Tolstoy, not read War And Peace but I loved his other stuff except Anna Karenina (that was boring) .
Nathan Strange's Works:
Nathan Strange Poems
Money Money Money
But which came first? Money or man? Yes man! And now money rules man, doesn’t that tell you something?
(part 2) Imagine (Surreal Thoughts)
An eight foot man floating past my bedroom window He is wearing a blue and red bow tie A clock is talking to me in a very human way and the sky wants to join in the conversation, but
Fat Women Vs Skinny Women
Where does it end with the skinny women getting skinnier and the fat women getting fatter what's going on in this world? You've got different shapes and sizes
(part 1) The Norm
The ticking of the clock on the wall The sound of a car pulling up outside
A Cats Eyes
Looking into my cat eyes I noticed a purity Of innocence That is rare
A Giant Pink Penguin
Unlock all the doors To your imagination Reject all the crap This world wants you to swallow
I Thank The Writers Of The Past
To Anne Frank: You were such a genious for a girl of such a tender age It's heartbreaking to know,
Dreams Of Passion
I see so many girls. I fantasize about them.
She Had Hairy Armpits...
I met her at the bar A goodlooking girl
Thoughts (Random Ones)
People don't realise that other people get lonely too. They don't
A Self-Conscious Poem
I am an insecure poem so you don't have to read on... Some people,
The Hairy Woman
She was a hairy Hunched back old woman Not quite like a gorilla
It Doesn’t Really Matter
The sun shines brightly outside but my curtains remain closed. Fatigue speaks to me and tells me to rest my head but my mind tells me to get a job. My heart tells me to write a novel and fear tells me I won’t make it.
He Shagged Fatty Patty
Aaron was his name. He went out and got pissed isn’t tat lovely And he got so drunk he thought he was Brad Pitt and started groping girls titties
Waiting And Waiting
It’s like I can see the door now, I just want to beat it down,
I wanna kick it in! But it won't open.
Then I cry because I'm in despair, I'm lost.
Then everything is calm and tranquil for a while.
The storm is over and a higher force picks me up.
I float for a little bit.
I float until the gale force picks up again,
It slows me down when that damn storm starts again.
I'm just waiting and waiting and I don't know what for...