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The inscription on the back cover says it all: "I have not lived in vain but lived for this." Since my Collected Poems were published in 2004, I have lived and learned, loved and lost, and lived to love again. This is the journal of my journey, contained within these three hundred pieces of my heart. This is my best, and never mind the rest.
As the title indicates, I write from my heart to yours, "dancing naked" as it were as I deal with disability and struggle to survive in this house haunted by a hundred years of the colorful history of my strange family.
The poems cover the entire spectrum of human experience from tragedy to triumph, despair to delight, and all my adventures between along the way. I am a wanderer, a lone wolf, an outsider looking in. This is my story, this is my heart in three hundred pieces. I offer it to you with love and the pride of an honest craftsman, in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions.
Respect and solidarity,
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Dancing Naked in a Haunted House
The inscription on the back cover says it all: "I have not lived in vain but lived for this." Since my Collected Poems were published in 2004, I have lived and learned, loved and lost, and lived to love again. This is the journal of my journey, contained within these three hundred pieces of my heart. This is my best, and never mind the rest.
As the title indicates, I write from my heart to yours, "dancing naked" as it were as I deal with disability and struggle to survive in this house haunted by a hundred years of the colorful history of my strange family.
The poems cover the entire spectrum of human experience from tragedy to triumph, despair to delight, and all my adventures between along the way. I am a wanderer, a lone wolf, an outsider looking in. This is my story, this is my heart in three hundred pieces. I offer it to you with love and the pride of an honest craftsman, in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions.
Respect and solidarity,
...
The Little Book of Lance
I have written five big books and now it is time for a little one, a handy collection of my latest and best poems: just for fun.
I have been surprised and delighted to discover that not only is my poetry understood, it is enjoyed in far distant places all over the world. This makes me very happy!
Therefore, with all my love, I would like to offer this little book as a heartfelt gift of my humble gratitude, to all of you kind and thoughtful readers who have been so good to me and given me so much: just for you.
Special thanks to my son Stevie II, for his cover painting which somehow manages to illustrate all of the poems in this book in one image, and to Stephanee Killen, who has designed this and all my books so wisely and so well.
I give you then this present, The Little Book of Lance: just for fun, just for you.
I hope you enjoy it.
Love,
+Stevie
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
New Poems
Love, loss, loneliness; affection, alienation, absurdity; poetics, politics, philosophy; humor, heartbreak, and humanity are passionately, poignantly, perfectly expressed in this fifth and best book of three hundred most unusual poems by this most unusual poet: the elusive, reclusive, enigmatic +Steven Curtis Lance.
+Steven Curtis Lance / Collected Poems
+Steven Curtis Lance has been a practicing poet for thirty-five years, and his fiftieth birthday is fast approaching. In observance of this milestone, he now offers himself to you within the pages of this book. Mr. Lance has created well over a thousand "Transcendental Sonnets," the very distillation of his life, and this entire collection, up to the date of this publication, may be found here along with a few hundred additional poems, or “other observations,” as he calls them. +Steven Curtis Lance / Collected Poems contains two complete books as well as new works by this modern master. This is one poet's life, offered with love from his open heart to yours: seven hundred and twenty-eight pages and three pounds of life, of love, and of laughing last. Can you handle the truth? Buy and read and savor this treasury of love, romance, politics, philosophy, and occasionally subversive humor, and live, love, and laugh last with Lance. Enjoy!
Cover art by Dr....
Transcendental Sonnets and Other Observations ...for Silke
+Steven Curtis Lance has created this book as an offering of love to his muse, Silke, or, as he calls her, "Silke Shining in the Sky." Within the graceful covers of this beautifully presented Expanded Edition of his magnum opus, the respected BrainMeta.com Poet in Residence offers most of his well-known and highly-acclaimed Transcendental Sonnets, as well as many other poems in many other forms, comprising the work of the past two years, as a labor of love for the one he loves. Here we witness the triumphal advent of +Steven Curtis Lance; after a lifetime of writing poetry and composing classical music, after twenty-five years as a distinguished member of the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers as both author and composer, after publishing one hundred and thirty choral motets (among many other things), after suffering much, living much, learning much, and loving much, +Steven Curtis Lance now announces himself to the world, with his hand to the plough and no...
Sweet Moon for Silke
This delightful little book consists of a "Prologue" sonnet, a "Why There Are No Page Numbers in This Book" sonnet, the continuation of the author's incredible series of "Transcendental Sonnets," numbers 633 through 1022, and closes with an "Encore" sonnet. Chockablock with love, philosophy, politics, humor, humanity, as well as the author's distinctive "other observations," the book was a joint effort of both the poet and his wife, Dr. Silke Lance, who did the absolutely stunning cover art. Dr. Lance also served as her husband's editor this time. This second book is smaller and lighter than the first, and meant to be a romantic romp in the moonlight. Anyone who has ever looked up at the moon and wondered about things will surely find something to love in this second volume of extraordinary sonnets from BrainMeta.com's extraordinary Poet in Residence, +Steven Curtis Lance. As he says in the last line of the "Prologue," "I give this book then: for my butterfly"
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 Admitting It for you-know-who-you-are Whoever I am whoever you are Whatever we might have been supposed to (Or expected to) be in any case I think I have already gone too far To find my way back now successfully Back to whatever imagined safe place I might have known before you looked for me Maybe my place after all is with you Some say there are no accidents and they Keep having their accidents anyway But it never felt accidental when You sought me and found me in spite of my Resistance although it was futile then And even after admitting it I Kept looking for better ways to deny I love you in spite of myself: I do Love you +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII   Posted on Thursday 28 of August, 2008 [18:37:45 UTC] Admitting It for you-know-who-you-are Whoever I am whoever you are Whatever we might have been supposed to (Or expected to) be in any case I think I have already gone too far To find my way back now successfully Back to whatever imagined safe place I might have known before you looked for me Maybe my place after all is with you Some say there are no accidents and they Keep having their accidents anyway But it never felt accidental when You sought me and found me in spite of my Resistance although it was futile then And even after admitting it I Kept looking for better ways to deny I love you in spite of myself: I do Love you +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Thursday 28 of August, 2008 [18:34:11 UTC] Perspective If I ever have any enemies Or if there ever might be any fuss It will all be the fault of things like these Stupid little things which come between us And I mean all of us people as we Fail to communicate day in and out Hurting each other spontaneously Losing the light to the shadow of doubt So it is and was and will always be I know it better than I hope I do The best friend becomes the worst enemy I never want this to happen to you It makes me wonder about having friends Or having them keeping them anyway When love twists itself into hate and ends But night forgives the trespasses of day As when we die we remember it all The love the hate the enemies the friends And things which seemed so big once seem so small When everything and everybody ends +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Wednesday 27 of August, 2008 [22:56:48 UTC] Perspective If I ever have any enemies Or if there ever might be any fuss It will all be the fault of things like these Stupid little things which come between us And I mean all of us people as we Fail to communicate day in and out Hurting each other spontaneously Losing the light to the shadow of doubt So it is and was and will always be I know it better than I hope I do The best friend becomes the worst enemy I never want this to happen to you It makes me wonder about having friends Or having them keeping them anyway When love twists itself into hate and ends But night forgives the trespasses of day As when we die we remember it all The love the hate the enemies the friends And things which seemed so big once seem so small When everything and everybody ends +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Wednesday 27 of August, 2008 [22:50:10 UTC] My Magical Life I want to take my life in a new direction And for that I am going to need to be alone So I hope no one will take this as rejection But now the time has come for me to be on my own And if you would like to understand me What you should know is I have to be free Is it really possible to love another? Does otherness clarify? Is it terrifying? I have just survived someone's attempt to smother My specificity between living and dying Which if you would like to understand how Important that is try to find me now I have withdrawn to emerge as a butterfly And when I do I will only reveal myself to Those willing to respect my need to soar the sky Unhindered by what those earthbound caterpillars do Who never understood and never will My magical life is magical still +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Tuesday 26 of August, 2008 [16:05:54 UTC] My Magical Life I want to take my life in a new direction And for that I am going to need to be alone So I hope no one will take this as rejection But now the time has come for me to be on my own And if you would like to understand me What you should know is I have to be free Is it really possible to love another? Does otherness clarify? Is it terrifying? I have just survived someone's attempt to smother My specificity between living and dying Which if you would like to understand how Important that is try to find me now I have withdrawn to emerge as a butterfly And when I do I will only reveal myself to Those willing to respect my need to soar the sky Unhindered by what those earthbound caterpillars do Who never understood and never will My magical life is magical still +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Tuesday 26 of August, 2008 [16:02:10 UTC] Say Good Night Little Hitler I lift my voice now in a song of stubbornness I can do nothing more strong than to be myself All of the words in all of the books on my shelf Books which I have written and which may curse or bless Now join into one mighty word which I will say Today and tomorrow and every single day With which I have the privilege of having been Entrusted as (disgusted) I prepare to rise With no in my mouth and yet with yes in my eyes You have hurt me once but will not hurt me once more As anyone who has hurt me knows what I mean I break free of you now as I should have before And did not because of something like sympathy But you never had any sympathy for me Say good night little Hitler: you are no one now Your nightmare is over so your morning must break But to hell with you and I would do well somehow To forget about you and your little mistake +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Sunday 24 of August, 2008 [23:47:34 UTC] Say Good Night Little Hitler I lift my voice now in a song of stubbornness I can do nothing more strong than to be myself All of the words in all of the books on my shelf Books which I have written and which may curse or bless Now join into one mighty word which I will say Today and tomorrow and every single day With which I have the privilege of having been Entrusted as (disgusted) I prepare to rise With no in my mouth and yet with yes in my eyes You have hurt me once but will not hurt me once more As anyone who has hurt me knows what I mean I break free of you now as I should have before And did not because of something like sympathy But you never had any sympathy for me Say good night little Hitler: you are no one now Your nightmare is over so your morning must break But to hell with you and I would do well somehow To forget about you and your little mistake +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Sunday 24 of August, 2008 [23:44:21 UTC] Choristers Assembling at Evensong I suppose I should be disappointed but Instead I feel something almost like pride And if people were to ask me proud of what I would have to invite them to step inside If they could climb inside of me as I Step in on a regular basis these days Here anyway I might as well stop by To see it all in motion where nothing stays But the pattern of motion has meaning to The one who understands where it is moving Its clarity of motion becoming true As true as anything at least improving Now the pattern becomes clear as it comes near And instead of being disappointed I feel something almost like proud of the clear And patterned motion of these once-disjointed Elements as they combine to be strong Choristers assembling at evensong +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Sunday 24 of August, 2008 [18:53:45 UTC] Choristers Assembling at Evensong I suppose I should be disappointed but Instead I feel something almost like pride And if people were to ask me proud of what I would have to invite them to step inside If they could climb inside of me as I Step in on a regular basis these days Here anyway I might as well stop by To see it all in motion where nothing stays But the pattern of motion has meaning to The one who understands where it is moving Its clarity of motion becoming true As true as anything at least improving Now the pattern becomes clear as it comes near And instead of being disappointed I feel something almost like proud of the clear And patterned motion of these once-disjointed Elements as they combine to be strong Choristers assembling at evensong +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Sunday 24 of August, 2008 [18:48:47 UTC]
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The most important things are hidden
Fairies are very shy
Unicorns are real if unridden
Not only birds can fly
Magic comes in the dark unbidden
Disbelieving folk are divorced
From natural reality
Their minds are frigid firm and forced
Disdaining what they dare not see
Should seagirls swim to such as these?
I would not have them cast their pearls
Nor model their agilities
Before such swinish unworthies
Who see the sea but not the girls!
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Sea Stones
Sea Stones is a distillation of the essence of this modern master's late poetry, tracing the poet's passage from the death of winter through the birth of spring into the life of summer, a blooming of the light in which every moment matters and every word tells in ascending progression through the days to always, through one life reclusive to all life inclusive, from +Steven Curtis Lance's heart to yours.
An uncompromising artwork of meticulous quality, this ninth book of Lance is available in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions worldwide.
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Sea Stones
Sea Stones is a distillation of the essence of this modern master's late poetry, tracing the poet's passage from the death of winter through the birth of spring into the life of summer, a blooming of the light in which every moment matters and every word tells in ascending progression through the days to always, through one life reclusive to all life inclusive, from +Steven Curtis Lance's heart to yours.
An uncompromising artwork of meticulous quality, this ninth book of Lance is available in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions worldwide.
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Dancing Naked in a Haunted House
The inscription on the back cover says it all: "I have not lived in vain but lived for this." Since my Collected Poems were published in 2004, I have lived and learned, loved and lost, and lived to love again. This is the journal of my journey, contained within these three hundred pieces of my heart. This is my best, and never mind the rest.
As the title indicates, I write from my heart to yours, "dancing naked" as it were as I deal with disability and struggle to survive in this house haunted by a hundred years of the colorful history of my strange family.
The poems cover the entire spectrum of human experience from tragedy to triumph, despair to delight, and all my adventures between along the way. I am a wanderer, a lone wolf, an outsider looking in. This is my story, this is my heart in three hundred pieces. I offer it to you with love and the pride of an honest craftsman, in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions.
Respect and solidarity,
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Dancing Naked in a Haunted House
The inscription on the back cover says it all: "I have not lived in vain but lived for this." Since my Collected Poems were published in 2004, I have lived and learned, loved and lost, and lived to love again. This is the journal of my journey, contained within these three hundred pieces of my heart. This is my best, and never mind the rest.
As the title indicates, I write from my heart to yours, "dancing naked" as it were as I deal with disability and struggle to survive in this house haunted by a hundred years of the colorful history of my strange family.
The poems cover the entire spectrum of human experience from tragedy to triumph, despair to delight, and all my adventures between along the way. I am a wanderer, a lone wolf, an outsider looking in. This is my story, this is my heart in three hundred pieces. I offer it to you with love and the pride of an honest craftsman, in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions.
Respect and solidarity,
+Steven Curtis Lance
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The Red Book of Lance
A spark in the dark to set the world on fire, words of flame cried in the wilderness by a madman who is damned to tell the truth, The Red Book of Lance is fourteen dozen of this modern master's meticulous poems introduced by his physician and illustrated with cover portraits by his son.
Darker than his other books yet brightened by flashes of mad humor, the work reflects the gravity of the times, speaking prophetically of political change and social evolution.
This seventh book of Lance is a distillation of deep meditation on life and madness, the world and the universe, the self and others, and the journey of the soul.
In The Red Book of Lance the poet breaks out, breaks through, and means to change your mind: burn baby burn.
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The Red Book of Lance
A spark in the dark to set the world on fire, words of flame cried in the wilderness by a madman who is damned to tell the truth, The Red Book of Lance is fourteen dozen of this modern master's meticulous poems introduced by his physician and illustrated with cover portraits by his son.
Darker than his other books yet brightened by flashes of mad humor, the work reflects the gravity of the times, speaking prophetically of political change and social evolution.
This seventh book of Lance is a distillation of deep meditation on life and madness, the world and the universe, the self and others, and the journey of the soul.
In The Red Book of Lance the poet breaks out, breaks through, and means to change your mind: burn baby burn.
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The Little Book of Lance
I have written five big books and now it is time for a little one, a handy collection of my latest and best poems: just for fun.
I have been surprised and delighted to discover that not only is my poetry understood, it is enjoyed in far distant places all over the world. This makes me very happy!
Therefore, with all my love, I would like to offer this little book as a heartfelt gift of my humble gratitude, to all of you kind and thoughtful readers who have been so good to me and given me so much: just for you.
Special thanks to my son Stevie II, for his cover painting which somehow manages to illustrate all of the poems in this book in one image, and to Stephanee Killen, who has designed this and all my books so wisely and so well.
I give you then this present, The Little Book of Lance: just for fun, just for you.
I hope you enjoy it.
Love,
+Stevie
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
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New Poems
Love, loss, loneliness; affection, alienation, absurdity; poetics, politics, philosophy; humor, heartbreak, and humanity are passionately, poignantly, perfectly expressed in this fifth and best book of three hundred most unusual poems by this most unusual poet: the elusive, reclusive, enigmatic +Steven Curtis Lance.
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Magic
A little blue book of Magic
Is what you need and if you heed
You too can escape the tragic
Morasses of meaninglessness
Come to my home and visit me
You are most welcome you will see
There is nothing to fear unless
You dislike eccentricity
A gentle madness to be sure
Here in the realm of fantasy
Yet one for which there is no cure
For no one has ever gone back
Once they have broken free to be
And why should they? Nothing we lack
Nothing we lose we only choose
For our choices are limitless
No rushing no unseemly haste
We never hurry never stress
No moment ever goes to waste
Please come at least to have some tea
I think you will like what you see
Please come at least and have a taste
Admission costs just $13.41
And thus a great adventure is begun
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+Steven Curtis Lance / Collected Poems
+Steven Curtis Lance has been a practicing poet for thirty-five years, and his fiftieth birthday is fast approaching. In observance of this milestone, he now offers himself to you within the pages of this book. Mr. Lance has created well over a thousand "Transcendental Sonnets," the very distillation of his life, and this entire collection, up to the date of this publication, may be found here along with a few hundred additional poems, or “other observations,” as he calls them. +Steven Curtis Lance / Collected Poems contains two complete books as well as new works by this modern master. This is one poet's life, offered with love from his open heart to yours: seven hundred and twenty-eight pages and three pounds of life, of love, and of laughing last. Can you handle the truth? Buy and read and savor this treasury of love, romance, politics, philosophy, and occasionally subversive humor, and live, love, and laugh last with Lance. Enjoy!
Cover art by Dr. Silke Lance
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Transcendental Sonnets and Other Observations ...for Silke
+Steven Curtis Lance has created this book as an offering of love to his muse, Silke, or, as he calls her, "Silke Shining in the Sky." Within the graceful covers of this beautifully presented Expanded Edition of his magnum opus, the respected BrainMeta.com Poet in Residence offers most of his well-known and highly-acclaimed Transcendental Sonnets, as well as many other poems in many other forms, comprising the work of the past two years, as a labor of love for the one he loves. Here we witness the triumphal advent of +Steven Curtis Lance; after a lifetime of writing poetry and composing classical music, after twenty-five years as a distinguished member of the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers as both author and composer, after publishing one hundred and thirty choral motets (among many other things), after suffering much, living much, learning much, and loving much, +Steven Curtis Lance now announces himself to the world, with his hand to the plough and no turning back, as a POET.
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Sweet Moon for Silke
This delightful little book consists of a "Prologue" sonnet, a "Why There Are No Page Numbers in This Book" sonnet, the continuation of the author's incredible series of "Transcendental Sonnets," numbers 633 through 1022, and closes with an "Encore" sonnet. Chockablock with love, philosophy, politics, humor, humanity, as well as the author's distinctive "other observations," the book was a joint effort of both the poet and his wife, Dr. Silke Lance, who did the absolutely stunning cover art. Dr. Lance also served as her husband's editor this time. This second book is smaller and lighter than the first, and meant to be a romantic romp in the moonlight. Anyone who has ever looked up at the moon and wondered about things will surely find something to love in this second volume of extraordinary sonnets from BrainMeta.com's extraordinary Poet in Residence, +Steven Curtis Lance. As he says in the last line of the "Prologue," "I give this book then: for my butterfly"
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The most important things are hidden
Fairies are very shy
Unicorns are real if unridden
Not only birds can fly
Magic comes in the dark unbidden
Disbelieving folk are divorced
From natural reality
Their minds are frigid firm and forced
Disdaining what they dare not see
Should seagirls swim to such as these?
I would not have them cast their pearls
Nor model their agilities
Before such swinish unworthies
Who see the sea but not the girls!
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