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Mar. 7, 2005 Not many folks heard about George Sterling, the poet of California of the l920s; lost in the annals of ‘dead poets…’ but he lived, even if his shadow is buried with him. Who was he? one of the most gifted poets of the 20th century, or so I believe. He was considered during his time to be the poet-laureate of California, and was under consideration for that title here, in all of North America. He was friends with Ambrose Bierce, his tutor of sorts, and Jack London. He was born in 1869, and died in l926, at the ripe old age of 57-years old; a suicide case, as often poets chose to follow such roads, not able to function in the material or physical world so they go inward to the dream one; and never come out. I have not found many poets equal to him, that is, his writings, to include Sandburg, or Frost, Plath or even Dylan Thomas. Sterling’s visionary and mystical charm is unequaled: even H.P. Lovecraft, or Clark A. Smith, or Robert E. Howard cannot surpass him in that area, or even structure, like Robert Lowell’s poetry. He was a mixture of Shelley, Keats, and Poe. “Three Sonnets on Oblivion,” and the longer poem, “Strange Things,” are superb. But the best of his poetry—I do believe—is in the collection called (the title being): “The House of Orchids,” which has been out of print forever it seems. And so one has to buy an original copy, if they can find one, and I did; I think only 2000-copies were ever printed on that first edition, first printing: and no other printings followed, but I could be wrong. Yet his poetry is available if one seeks it out, in other titles. He wrote a number of sonnets to the woman, who ended up being Upton St. Clair’s wife; whom he dated before Upton dated her, and whom he tried to discourage from marrying Upton, but could not. Her poems were put into a book, likewise, and put on the market after his death in l926, and are well done with what I might call, intensive alarm. So, for those poetry lovers who never heard of George Sterling, it might be worth while to seek a few of his poems out, see if it touches you. Poetry to me is calming, like water, and can be enjoyed almost at any event or location. I always carry a book or two around incase I need to just wander off to dream land. ------------ About the author: Mr. Siluk is a world traveler, a lover of the mysteries around the world, and has visit many World Heritage Sites, his most recent being Easter Island, the Galapagos and Mesa Verde. His books can be seen on/at Barns and Noble.com, Amazon.com, Wal-Mart, Abe.com Alibis, Boarders and several other sites and book stores. Many of his books can be purchased through the English Bookdealers. He spends his time between Lima, Peru and St. Paul, Minnesota, and has just finished working on two new books: "The Macabre Poems,” and “Perhaps it’s Love,” and continues to work on "Curse of the Abyss Worm,” a suspenseful mystery, and “Cold Kindness,” a tragic love affair. Visit http://dennissiluk.tripod.com Email: dlsiluk@msn.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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