FOREGROUND – [for TBT][1992]

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

Growth & Decay

I have no one clear objective
to be found in the supernatural
You can see it in the headlines
‘No New News Today’

First impressions can last a lifetime
with energies all their own
sometimes so influential
they change the course of one’s life

In Catholic school I was teacher’s pet
attentive to my studies
but by 9th grade I chose to go public
and nurture personality further

Schoolwork was no longer a priority
but my grades got me into college
where I broadened my horizons
and explored the facts of life

I adhere to the rules of fair play
subtle in my own  way
neither pretentious nor over-elated
as a seeker of higher aims

If Truth Be Told

Running with the pack, on the hunt
for deliverance from a checker-board past
tracking misguided opposing factions,
outmaneuvering predators on our trail:

Average, everyday, emotionally-devoid,
bargain-basement hypocrites,
flaunting their authority in fools’ court
concerned with achieving their own satisfaction,
weaving a fable of justice