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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.

Lawrence Beck's Works:

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The Literary Express

Once upon a time, the bus would move.
It doesn't anymore. The driver talks
About himself. He guns the motor.
Diesel fumes begin to drift in through
The windows. Choking, everybody
Leaves, except for one or two in back,
Who deeply breathe the poisoned air,
And stagger toward the driver, saying,
"Only we can understand how skillfully

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