Poetry by Alexander Shaumyan

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A POEM ABOUT EXIT B

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.

MY ARTWORK

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
 

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