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Kevin Germain 1966-
New England, the home of Thoreau, Emerson, cummings, calder,
Olson and numerous others, it would be fertile ground for Kevin to be
raised. Learning to read, write and play music at a early age, this art
would open the doors to literature and metaphysics and create within
him the realization that all discplines are inter-related.
Discovering Sappho, Byron and e.e.cummings, the poetic flame
would spark and soon, also, would draw him to the mystical traditions
of the east and west. Ancient alchemical works, sufi tales and the
rants of Aleister Crowley would fill the nights that weren't dedicated
to Keats, Bach or Segovia. Overtime, his search for meaning in a
seemingly increasing anaseptic world would lead him to accept a
container with which to pour his longing into.
Longing speaks in many tongues and to share this beauty,
Kevin knew he must hone his poetic skills. To this end he joined the
New Romantics, bringing his own poetry and his translations of an
obscure late 19th French poet, Albert Samain.
To paraphrase Wordsworth; all good poetry is the spontaneous
overflow of powerful feelings by a man or woman who has thought long
and deeply. Truely, as Shelly has said, the Poet participates in the
eternal, the infinite, and the one. The Romantics of old revolted
against an age where reason ran rampid. Today, we are in no better
shape, materialism is the obsession of the times. And now it is time to
reawaken society back to its debt to eternity.
Email: zeena@110.net
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