Poets in Port, Friday, May 30, 2008
brief poetical vitae of thomas brinson
who has been writing poetry for the past 40 or so years as self-meditation against cynicism and nihilism, despair and abject hopelessness . . .
who enjoys reading his stuff at open mikes all over the island, because he gets to pretend again he is the actor he chose not to become 35 years ago, when he first moved to New York . . .
who has been published in several small magazines online and in real life, but who is mostly too lazy to go through the submittal/rejection-slip-notification game . . .
and who presently lives in a studio apartment in Long Beach with a splendid ocean view, where after a five year sojourn in Tucson and Sri Lanka he is most privileged to again be the ardent New York Peace Activist that he has been since returning home from duty in the American War in Vietnam, landing in Washington, DC’s National ("it’ll never be ray gun for me") Airport a couple of hours after Martin Luther King was assassinated on April 4th, 1968.
Thomas can be seen reading at Poetry VLog
sea smell
sweetly pungent
early light
soft, diffuse
surfers dance
white-flecked waves
was it as gloriously quiet
and stately serene that morning
in early morning sealight
sixty-two years ago yesterday
in arbitrarily doomed
Hiroshima ?
August 7, 2007
Long Beach, NY
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