Cretan Maineiac (April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)
Biography of Cretan Maineiac
A strange vagabond.......
Within you is your native land.
So search none other, never more depart.
You are never homeless in your heart.
As one might surmise from viewing my writing, i'm far more of an appreciator of great poetry than i am an exponent thereof.
My name derives from a combination of genetic ties to the Greek island of Crete and geographical ties to the great United State of Maine.
I believe poetry to be the most genuine of art forms. Although it is easy enough for anyone to scribble a few vague lines and name it poesy, true appreciation of the genre is strictly a labor of love.
Among the literary food groups, poetry is the red meat, with short stories ranking as potatoes and novels representing salad. It is sumptuous, savory, satisfying, and takes a lifetime to digest.
Even if blood appears
coruscant through my
as i mess
with your head.
'Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me.'
'I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.'
'It is difficult/to get the news from poems/yet men die miserably every day/for lack/of what is found there.'
-William Carlos Williams; Asphodel, That Greeny Flower
'I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and a striving after wind.'
-Ecclesiastes 1: 14
'And what can be foolisher than this? '
- ..United We Stand/Divided We Fall
- .32 Souls Plus One (repost)
- .Barometric Pressure
- .Chicken Hawks And Ostrich Doves
- .Christoffa Corombo
- .Even Denny's Was Closed
- .If I Ever Could
- .Night of the Iguana: 'They Made It Rain...
- .O Pateras, The Good Doctor
- .Our Ladies of the Chamber
- .Poems That Don't Rhyme
- .Ron Lantz: Let us Pray
- .The Big Vagabond
Disconnected: For T
No reaching out
No more punching out the numbers
that once rung you
No more wireless command
that all last summer brung you