Eugene Narrett's Writings
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Poem
Oct.29.2011
www.mythartculture.wordpress.com
How They Call Us [by Eugene Narrett]
Not inspiration,
Not with her pillow underneath my mask
To smother me in comforts, which I want,
Waiting here for the beast that treads
Dead bodies as if they were clouds.
What naïveté I’ve tended in the dark
Fantastic laps I can no longer scent
Here, stunned with mundane anxieties by this northern sea.
What monsters flourish...
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Poem
Oct.29.2011
www.darkfirewords.wordpress.com
How They Call Us [by Eugene Narrett]
Not inspiration,
Not with her pillow underneath my mask
To smother me in comforts, which I want,
Waiting here for the beast that treads
Dead bodies as if they were clouds.
What naïveté I’ve tended in the dark
Fantastic laps I can no longer scent
Here, stunned with mundane anxieties by this northern sea.
What monsters flourish...
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Eugene Narrett sees things as they are which is rare in our days. He courageously articulates the buried truths of our times.
This is vatic poetry; the real thing. ”
—Fellow author
About Eugene
I have a longstanding engagement with the Liberal and Fine Arts: a Professor of English and American Literature, exhibiting artist (painter, mostly, figurative expressionism), art reviewer, published poet and author. I have taught at a University overseas and...