Poetry by Alexander Shaumyan
Alexander Shaumyan was born in
Moscow, Russia, in 1962 and
immigrated to the US in 1975 at the age of 13. He
started out
as a painter, but frustration with capitalism and
sex deprivation
led him to drinking massive amounts of bourbon and
writing raving
poems about corruption at all levels of American
social and
political life. His verse has disturbed many an
impressionable
young poet and outraged god-fearing citizens
everywhere. In short,
he's alienated his friends, family, colleagues,
and lost all sense of
proportionality. Following that restless urge for
self-discovery,
he quit the boring PhD program in mathematics at
the University of
Kentucky and began a thrilling, passionate life
full of wonder,
mystery, adventure, and crimes of love. Right now
he'd
probably be completely shitfaced at some
sleazy establishment,
thinking of voluptuous American nymphs.
I finally published four books of poetry Spirit
of Rebellion,
Canzoni
dimenticate, Through
the Eyes of Love,
and Place
Where Light Is as 4 1/4" by 7" paperbacks.
I published six more book since then. You can buy these at my
Amazon author page.
Selected Poems
To Barbara
On a Certain
Type of Poetry for Self-Actualizing Individuals with a Nervous
Itch
The World is
Full of Bastards
An
Afterthought
To Anne Sexton
Pretty
Girls Don't Take Hallucinogenic Substances, They Are
The Man
Without a Goal
Mel Bought
100% Snow Tires
What Is Love?
Poetry
Brothers
A Poet's
Guide to New Haven
It Was A
Long And Lonely Night
Hey You, Big
Ape
O God, I Could
Never Create...
For Ed G.
Biro
A Spontaneous
Idea for a Poem or How Is Your Soul?
Why
Porcupines Eat Pork But Don't Eat Pine
Love and Fear
Touch
New World
Order
Why do I
Masturbate in Front of my TV Set?
College Days
November Song
Are You
Experienced?
A Poet's Guide to
World News
Some
Thoughts on War and Human Ugliness
As I Walk
Through the Bookstores of Madness...
One Sunny Day
I Dreamt...
Deborah, I
Think You'll Understand...
Behind
These Barricades
Our Selves,
Our Graves
Donahue and
Sally Jessy Don't Know Jack
A Ballad of a
Local Poet
Our Minds
Were Drifting...
The Spirit of
Rebellion
Spring
Break Revisited
Rape of a Poet
Why Johnny
Can't Do Math
I Can
Remember
For Kurt Cobain
What the Breeze
Told Me
Reach Out and
Touch the Void
Ode to
Absurdity
A Double
Murder in Los Angeles
America, Don't
Work Too Hard
Hey Mr. Death
A Question
Apocalyptic
Dream
Don't Go
Quiet Into That Bar Tonight...
Beyond the
Constellations of the Bears
My Theology
The Wind
Come, You Silly,
Don't You Know...
Ode to the Sun
Period Doubling
Route to Chaos
Ask Not What
You Can Do for Your Country...
Je n'ai rien dans
mon coeur ce soir
For Christy
Kentucky Girl
Darling,
Because I'm Given to Extremes...
A Kick in the
Balkans '99
Come on,
pretty mama, let's go to Alabama
The Raven
To the Moon
O girl, you act
so frisky...
Darling,
I haved traveled here...
When Kurt
Cobain Died
'Tis the
Season to Be Shopping
Presidential
Election 2000
He Held
Her Close
Our Love
In
Memory of Paul Shanahan
Anarchy Is
For Lovers
The
Old Equation
She
Storms My Brain
WHERE
IT ALL BEGAN PICTURES
MOON UNITS
My
Artwork ~ My
Links ~ Pictures ~ Moon
Units
A Letter from Woody ~ Poems
by Woody ~ Interview with Laurel Johnson
