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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,
...
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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 I Want to Be a Poet I seek to speak what has not been said At least not said to death Nor merely spit up what I have read And not to waste my breath Beautiful magical cryptical words Soaring things-in-themselves like sunset birds Squared-away and added-up ...just ...like ...so: I want to be a poet (did you know?) I seek to see what has not been seen At least not seen by me And I see you will see what I mean Inside my poetry Singing and soaring praying and roaring I am so glad now that I have gone mad To do some good by doing something well I want to be a poet (can you tell?) I seek to sing what has not been sung At least not heard by you And climb the ladder another rung Doing this thing I do Improving myself improving the time Trying to make my prosaic life rhyme Fifty-three going on fourteen in fall: I want to be a poet (that is all) +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII   Posted on Tuesday 02 of December, 2008 [20:40:41 UTC] I Want to Be a Poet I seek to speak what has not been said At least not said to death Nor merely spit up what I have read And not to waste my breath Beautiful magical cryptical words Soaring things-in-themselves like sunset birds Squared-away and added-up ...just ...like ...so: I want to be a poet (did you know?) I seek to see what has not been seen At least not seen by me And I see you will see what I mean Inside my poetry Singing and soaring praying and roaring I am so glad now that I have gone mad To do some good by doing something well I want to be a poet (can you tell?) I seek to sing what has not been sung At least not heard by you And climb the ladder another rung Doing this thing I do Improving myself improving the time Trying to make my prosaic life rhyme Fifty-three going on fourteen in fall: I want to be a poet (that is all) +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Tuesday 02 of December, 2008 [20:32:02 UTC] Oasis At this late hour as you can see How and why it is with me It would not surprise me should you wonder why And how I remain to write poetry As I remain in refusal to die Though given good opportunity On a regular basis Still even more stubborn than ever I Remain in my oasis If only as a palm tree after all But I keep these leaves when other leaves fall Stop stars stoop down and sing with me Of substellar destiny And a falling star in my backyard About how I fell and went down hard Right here in my oasis Still more stubborn than ever I On a regular basis Remain surprised I survived such stuff To bring such surprise to your faces Though I was crazier than I was tough Still I remain and that remains enough For palm trees planted difficult places +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Saturday 29 of November, 2008 [05:12:28 UTC] Oasis At this late hour as you can see How and why it is with me It would not surprise me should you wonder why And how I remain to write poetry As I remain in refusal to die Though given good opportunity On a regular basis Still even more stubborn than ever I Remain in my oasis If only as a palm tree after all But I keep these leaves when other leaves fall Stop stars stoop down and sing with me Of substellar destiny And a falling star in my backyard About how I fell and went down hard Right here in my oasis Still more stubborn than ever I On a regular basis Remain surprised I survived such stuff To bring such surprise to your faces Though I was crazier than I was tough Still I remain and that remains enough For palm trees planted difficult places +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Saturday 29 of November, 2008 [02:18:46 UTC] Capricorn Lutheran Decline-to-State Unafraid of heights it is hard to scare Someone with nothing to lose after all The sky is not so high nor I so small That I cannot soar it with wings of mind Lifting me so I fall up when I fall And sometimes ahead though sometimes behind Imagination rising raising me As high as I imagine I might go To win a wiser perspective up there Whether or not whether challenge or dare Affording me the possibility To know better whether or not I know And to take care whether or not I care Losing or winning ending beginning Unafraid of heights it is hard to scare Someone with nothing to lose after all +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Wednesday 26 of November, 2008 [17:52:38 UTC] Capricorn Lutheran Decline-to-State Unafraid of heights it is hard to scare Someone with nothing to lose after all The sky is not so high nor I so small That I cannot soar it with wings of mind Lifting me so I fall up when I fall And sometimes ahead though sometimes behind Imagination rising raising me As high as I imagine I might go To win a wiser perspective up there Whether or not whether challenge or dare Affording me the possibility To know better whether or not I know And to take care whether or not I care Losing or winning ending beginning Unafraid of heights it is hard to scare Someone with nothing to lose after all +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Wednesday 26 of November, 2008 [14:16:49 UTC] Between Expectation and Memory on time the threefold present How did it get to be late So early Making my motions first straight Then curly Aswirl in the general tendency Rounding the corner to circle the square And being surprised to run into me When I thought someone else was standing there Squaring the circle to answer a prayer? The only answer I hear is to be: Present As a leaf I fall Pleasant Into after all Aswirl in the general tendency Rounding the corner to circle the square Squaring the circle to answer a prayer When I thought someone else was standing there And being surprised to run into me How? Between expectation and memory: Now +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Monday 24 of November, 2008 [18:00:09 UTC] Between Expectation and Memory on time the threefold present How did it get to be late So early Making my motions first straight Then curly Aswirl in the general tendency Rounding the corner to circle the square And being surprised to run into me When I thought someone else was standing there Squaring the circle to answer a prayer? The only answer I hear is to be: Present As a leaf I fall Pleasant Into after all Aswirl in the general tendency Rounding the corner to circle the square Squaring the circle to answer a prayer When I thought someone else was standing there And being surprised to run into me How? Between expectation and memory: Now +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Monday 24 of November, 2008 [17:50:16 UTC] Models We are like clotheshangers Since we are more Or less the cliffhangers Of what we wore Life is killing us thrillingly We strut through stiff dangers Chopping the chore Willingly and unwillingly So determined so dutiful As plain as day as beautiful +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Sunday 16 of November, 2008 [01:16:40 UTC] Models We are like clotheshangers Since we are more Or less the cliffhangers Of what we wore Life is killing us thrillingly We strut through stiff dangers Chopping the chore Willingly and unwillingly So determined so dutiful As plain as day as beautiful +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMVIII  Posted on Sunday 16 of November, 2008 [01:04:33 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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Hardcover Print: $29.95
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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.
Print: $10.95
Download: $3.78
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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
Print: $19.00
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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
Download: $16.21
Hardcover Print: $37.95
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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.
Print: $13.26
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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.
Download: $10.10
Hardcover Print: $28.95
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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.
Print: $20.00
Download: $8.82
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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
Print: $32.30
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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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