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    To Say This Is the Way One Man Went: Selected Poems 1999-2012
    To Say This Is the Way One Man Went: Selected Poems 1999-2012
    To Say This Is the Way One Man Went: Selected Poems 1999-2012
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    To Say This Is the Way One Man Went: Selected Poems 1999-2012

    By Kevin Shlosberg

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    Join award-winning poet Kevin Shlosberg as he chronicles coming-of-age in his newest poetry collection To Say This is the Way One Man Went.

    Having rejected Western religion and its attendant dogmas & morals at an early age, Kevin writes his way through the brambles of anxiety, fear, & depression to lighter days of mindfulness and happiness, etc. All the while, we find his poetry concerned with creating an existentially-authentic life, more or less.

    90+ poems, approx. 100 pp. themes include (but not limited to): road-going, cats, crows, dreams, papayas, travel, zen, drugs, sex, rock n' roll, blood, domesticity, mountains, love, triangles, love-triangles, solipsism, art, friendship, scholarship, dictatorship, pigeons, and puppetry.

    Hailed as "superbly disturbing" and "beautifully crafted", To Say This is the Way One Man Went is the quintessential collection from a fresh voice in contemporary poetry.

    Fun times guaranteed!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKevin Shlosberg
    Release dateOct 7, 2012
    ISBN9781301084838
    To Say This Is the Way One Man Went: Selected Poems 1999-2012
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    Kevin Shlosberg

    Kevin received his BA in English Studies from Rutgers in 1999. He currently resides in San Jose, California with his wife, J. When he's not working at Smashwords, he enjoys napping on the couch with their blind cat, Brie.Feel free to email him: bibliomaniaphobia@gmail.com.

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      To Say This Is the Way One Man Went - Kevin Shlosberg

      a quick note on this edition

      Over the years, numerous friends, family members, and colleagues have helped shaped me to be able to create the poems I have; and I thank you all. Special thanks to Linda Lanza, Catherine Schikkerling, and Ken Weisner for valuable suggestions concerning this particular collection.

      Ebooks are different than print books. It is virtually impossible to control the ebook reader's experience. Meticulous typography becomes obsolete. It shall suffice to say much line indentation and deliberate word placements have been omitted from this edition.

      Truly, it is the words that matter, so what difference does it make anyway? Opposing arguments can certainly be made, but that would take time away from the poetry.... -kc

      To Say This is the Way One Man Went

      Heartbreak

      and Other Travels

      come, enter my maze

      what will you do w/

      god,

      the other:

      in one hand

      enlightenment

      nut, bolt, washer

      they're in

      a cardboard box

      what will you do w/

      yr hands

      the world outside

      my lips behind

      a cellophane shield

      I know

      I reach inside

      a muddy puddle

      for the reflection

      I can't grasp

      I don't worry about getting lost

      anymore

      <<

      Polaroid

      Pete's World of Pigeons

      shakes at its foundation

      as 18-wheeled G.O.D.ís do 80

      in the right-hand lane of the Pennsylvania Turnpike

      somewhere between Blue Mountain and Buchanan.

      I realize I am a victim

      of my own imagination,

      always looking for home

      in carved-out catacombs:

      hard board cavernous dregs

      of yesterday's plundered stories.

      My eyes drive an endless Mobius strip,

      shunned by dilapidated strip malls

      all identical from here to Cleveland

      w/ scattered pockets of Old America

      lost in between.

      Maybe I found it here

      in blood-letting rain

      w/ faulty windshield wipers.

      Where's my camera when I need it?

      <

      <<

      Samsara is Nirvana

      I want you to want me

      tangled in yr legs,

      w/ soft kisses

      lingering in the sheets.

      I want to hover over Mt. Mansfield,

      conversing w/ a blonde

      buddha sitting atop,

      breathing air not infected w/ carbon monoxide.

      I want an airbag

      as I meander through country lanes

      searching for America's oldest cemetery,

      wondering if the dead are destined

      to sleep w/ the lights on.

      I want the future I cannot wait for

      who will be where

      and how many backstage passes

      will I be able to acquire?

      I want to look a Master through the eyes,

      and see triumph over abyss.

      I want the sleek slink of a teardrop

      looking for eternal rest

      in our lips.

      I want to be naked,

      numb w/ rain,

      perching on a granite rooftop,

      screaming, eli eli lamma sabacthani

      I want an egg & cheese from the bagel store

      (and some green tea would be nice also).

      I want to love my family

      (you have to start somewhere)

      perhaps call my dad and wish him a happy father's day,

      apologize for the shitty present I got him.

      I want to apologize to my mother,

      but then I'd have to be sober

      b/c I love you isn't as believable otherwise.

      I want a good night's rest.

      I want to be sleepless

      in infinity.I want a cigarette.

      I want to want nothing.

      I want nothing

      except you

      nestled in my neck.

      <

      <<

      Fernwood Scribble

      When yr in a curving, vanishing/pointless bathroom

      w/ white-washed, wood-paneled floors

      and white walls w/ doghook coat hanger

      well-lit lamp spreading soft white light

      onto loveseat and monet-impersonating painting

      whose girls should look away from you

      w/ umbrellas

      but look different ev'ry time you see them

      and you hear that song in first truelove infatuation

      pure before you repeat it for four hours straight;

      when yr

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