I experienced a final breakdown in 1982 and now pace the bridge between the sane and the insane.
My adaptation has resulted from playing the serious comic, tapping the absurd, influenced by the sadistic, and calling on the ludicrous. My gentler nature comes through in a few works, but overall I remain the cynic.
As further explanation of the works contained herein, I reference Robert Francis in his work, The Satirical Rogue on Poetry, “What is a poet, after all, but someone to whom life has given a black eye? … Poets, of course, also write poems. But without the black eye no writer of poems is ever quite the poet.”
This world knows nothing of indulging the sinister heart.
From my first collection of poetry & art –
SELF-PORTRAIT: All Our Faces and A Few Stray Thoughts
© 1998 Emma Beane