QUOTES AND POEMS BY NATHAN COPPEDGE
Nathan Coppedge (b.1982) , is a philosopher, artist, inventor, poet, and member of the international honor society for philosophers. A prolific author with over 100 books published on Amazon, he is a perpetual motioneer, famous quotable. and internationally-selling artist. A one-time member of Tesla Society UK online and PESWiki, and founder of many Facebook groups, he lives near Yale University.
I have a wide variety of quotes which may be more famous than my poetry, so one option is to view the quotes page.
His poetry and artwork has appeared in the small-print publication THESE Magazine, his own self-printed 'chapbook' collection, called Inverse Threads (2004) , and the Library of Congress copyrighted poetry book Creeping Cadence and Cadence Continues (2013) .
Nathan Coppedge is best-known as a social media author and perpetual motion inventor.
BIOGRAPHY:
I am one of two sons of divorced parents. My father is a political scientist with a Yale PhD, and my mother is a college valedictorian, homemaker and nurse with a BA in history. Other members of the family have been interested in computer programming and midwifery, and both my grandfathers are engineers.
Although I am equally interested in many other areas, poetically I am an Urban Romantic, modern with classical roots. I'm influenced by Roethke's theory of stressed syllables, Dickinson's energetic abstraction, Coleridge's 'sense' for sentences, and Blake's imagery. I have published widely, including the poetry books listed below. I also have been quoted in Book Forum and the Hartford Courant in relation to philosophy, and I am a member of the International Honor Society for Philosophy.
I have a wide variety of quotes which may be more famous than my poetry, so one option is to view the quotes page.
I also recommend visiting nathancoppedge.com to view my perpetual motion webpage and a wider selection of publications.
The only problem is, we don't know.
Everything else can be determined.
Good things in life = good god.
Bad things = bad god.
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I stopped calling things eachother
long before I knew
I’d found a way between the walls
where I could always go—
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Do not follow in the footsteps of the
master, master
His garden is no humble pasture-
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There's only a handful of forms
In the moonlight kept all in tether
The people laugh and they shake their heads
They ask me about the weather
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