Lyric for the Bard

About the Book

My book for the poor, starving, naked, heathen, mental relegated to the cruel scarlet letter, insane, blind, maimed, and the widow. A work rejected by the corrupt media for sixty years, for it is written by the divine hand of inspiration: a pure mind. My work is to help humanity maintain its dream. Every dream is an adventure of pure fear. My book in you, readers—in your hands—is your dream. Obscure as silence!

About the Author

Meet the author. Born in the poverty as a Hell’s Kitchen mourning mist upon concrete. My dream from the womb: a missionary to the suffering, the poor in Africa, my education the wisdom of the street as well as the scholars’ lessons under the practical elite. In Hells’ Kitchen, I learned the rich language of the dockworkers, IRA rebels, the simple Jewish Italian pushcart worker, my Mariposa the Habanera dance a thousand castanets the dance of silence. The Russian Sondheimian in the Blot Lisping’s unreasonable beauty, the pure mind of the German Jews consecutive Nobel Prize winners, all people twenty-first century man buried in the one cesspool the mal de siècle. Relative truth: truth is it knows no qualification. Those despairing my book, the product of seventy-eight years of discipline. Pure intellect—a medicine not found in a drugstore.