Lawrence Beck

Biography of Lawrence Beck

My advice to anyone reading one of my poems: read it so quickly as you can the first time through. Since I write in a rush, my melody will become most evident if you read in a rush.

I have a web site,, which contains more of my recent poems than the 50 I leave up here. I refresh this site every other month.

Alas, I must add this: if you write to me asking me to read your poems, I may, but I will not comment on them. I am very sick of numbers hogs who troll through a day's list of contributing poets, and ask each one to read his or her poem. If you write well, someone may notice and comment. If you browbeat people into reading your poetry, the comments you receive are worth nothing.

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Happy Memorial Day!

We know, we all do, only vaguely, that our world's
Going wrong. We think we know what once was
Right: a land of yeomen, hardly saints, who
Turned the lathes and worked the land, and
Wouldn't stand for shit from rich men. We
Went out and saved the world. That was what
We meant to do, but triumph changes
Expectations. We're not yeomen anymore.
We're two-bit satraps. Anyway, we left the land

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